ST90 ... I murdered my mother

Stripped her naked

‘haunted frightened trees’

I murdered my mother, I filled her with junk, shot her up, slapped her down. Stripped her naked, laughed while she cried, raped her blind, i'm a sick mind. I have the perfect alibi, 'everybody's doing it'. When she was thirsty, i fed her poison. When she begged me to stop, i bought an army, armed them with molecules of sad plastic genetics and rearranged her love with pipe lines of slow moving harmonies distorted with a deadly balance.
I am a celebrity surrounded by fans, i live in their thoughts, programmed of immortality. They live above the law, sheltered from the dark. I am with them. I am an illusion, a real killer. I love destruction hidden in the waves, beauty beaten ugly with slime across the brain. I am on my way to murder my father, god is dead.

Let’s do some killing today, i’m bored, i want what you have, what you want, what ever i can get. My dead thoughts want your life, give it to me, i'll kill you anyways. I own you, control you, i am you.

There must be love, i loved you, where did it go, i'm certain about it…. no, don't take it, there is so little left, no, not my love …..ok, you win, i'll watch… get your killing done.

a fish factory

Wow, that was a trip, down the ruins of mind, up the horizons of dreams, hopes slapping up against waves of deceit, calm waters on the run, faith falling over the edge, caressing these visions that live long, illusions, all of them, devious, thought, demanding existence where ever it goes.

Truth sits silently beyond the realm of mind, no one dares to let go of the grip of being and feelings of nothing more than clusters of micro thoughts weaving the mind into a dead existence. There, there is where we live, outside the purly gates of eden. There is no hope for us. We have destroyed so much with our demands to be, this mind, a total virtual reality.
Live your life the best you can, believe what you want. It matters none, to anyone. I see beauty everywhere, beauty never sleeps. That will do.

green trees reflected by a spirited creek on a white cloudy day

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