The Sock-Monkey As Alone

    Been working on a new book and planning on finishing a couple of the other ones (sideshow hearts and spun sugar). If my stats are accurate I am creeping up on twenty thousand visitors to this blog. which to be honest is why I am having a hard just using it to live stream my brain.  one of the new projects I am working on is me trying to express my gratitude to the cheap ugly kitsch that has defined my life. tokusatsu, anime, comics, cartoons kung fu films punk and heavy metal all with my signature breaking of the forth walls and TM low brow humor.  May do a rough pass later tonight to help kill time. no promises. and even if I share a early version of the first chapter that does not mean I will serialize the story regular. Just trying to figure out how to be authentic when I know someone will see and possibly read it.  Wrote most of a album two months ago then did not practice any of the songs for two months as a experiment to see how much of the lower tear ...

  The man has a serious darkness.  repetitions are not music to him. her flesh revealed in holy starkness to indulge in her sins on his whims. Tied up and gagged, there is no beauty. soft stickiness clings to finger tips. no way forward except through removing and refilling her lips or her hips. burning away the deadwood of the soul he is not a wild fire but a flame.  a living sacrifice makes him whole a game or not: he is entertained.  ashes to ashes, dust to dust. do the fly and spider... share a trust?

Like desire descending as a Dove. Hung around your Crown of Hearts. it's in a breath that will take a life to wash away the tears and the stars.    Yet the stars will sing for me to heal.  A devotion for the fire and the scars. I'm inept without a guide to feel a prayer, a sin, works without a start.    the apologetics leave me confused I am your slave and I am afraid. So the serpents venom has been removed. I repent with your blood but what remains?   knowing that my life is yours to take. your peace will cleanse me from my mistakes.  

It was a failure on my part, agreed? self described as a fun sized girl. I wanted to fill you with my seed. you remind of whats good in the world. yet also what is denied from my greed. your in spite the cost not property... for where my heart is filled with cavities. your beauty is clean even when it bleeds. I want a future with you after one day. now I always will even if its unclaimed. naive contortion bubbling from my brain know its in the past though nothing remains. I enjoyed talking and you made me laugh I would sell my kidney to bring it back.

    So here I am, one more failed romantic. Where my proclamations of love scared you. I'm delusional, unhealthy, and sick. Wishing I could blame innocents or youth. Drunk off of feelings I don't understand. I doubt your real, where the flowers bloom. Much like a rose growing out of the sand. I move between my faith and my doom. I wasted a chance at a friendship. Neither was I worthy of or deserve. Writing an epilogue off one sip. The wine was too strong to let me learn that what I need was as simple as truth. You were a light whereas I was obtuse.  

when dreams felt like showers of stars and we beyond ourselves move on ahead. we count the days and try to hide our scars. when what is left is better left unsaid. your to much a angel and I a sin. to corrupt for friendship so I bleed. to share the world with what has begin. to be a poor actor in a good scene. so last of all to share, to dream, to hope. a tenderness that pushes me alone to play with the truth and rely on tropes. you can drag out the past with lies unknown. but only we know what is the truth your friends as fans ready the noose.

Regret of what I am longing to say for truth has come but is not obscene that goddess to whose patience I pray that I will be tolerated on screen I mean not to be strange or weird but instead a friend in who you trust as every message is sent in fear and crippled by a deceitful lust that you may aspire to appointed height and find yourself safe, as you deserve and be guided by your natural light natural anarchy from which I learn pity is grateful to wander as free where freedom is grateful simply to be