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Space Madness

27 Nov 2015Undomyr
[a descent into madness from being in space alone for too long]

Monsters Of Love and Loathing

The resonant lights of oscillating colors outside are slowly shimmering towards the distant fog, as the waves of majestically smooth sound run over the pebbles of my soul. Filling my skull with images of taste and fantastical creatures of smell and touch that help me reach the sky and take a bite out of the moon. Tasting of saffron and blood with saccharine chunks of pure lust crystallized into great monsters of love and loathing.  

Running on thoughts of steel and gasoline as I drag myself through the decrepit streets of sapphires. Tally into the bar where gold is not the only drink to flow from the tap. Here we drink silver syrup and broken glass from bottles of eyes of deepest blue. It is where the monsters come to rest their claws, rusty from the dust collecting inside the heads of murdered girls, so long dead but still so frisky.

There is little said, no jets of liquid stone and flame to bathe the walls in paper and wine. Pick up your wives and get drunk on the ecstasy that brings the roof into the floor and wraps the limbs around the sodden doors. No illusion as strong as that of the monsters of love and loathing.
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