Saturday, September 5, 2020

Woman Couldn’t Identify Herself

 

you couldn’t see me. you understood vaguely. you needed emotionality. by temples our disgusts, for I was innocence, where you were burnt-out watts. if flowers bloomed, in a rundown tenement, you hated the beauty of their dungeon. you would nurture anger. you would wean off patience. (a soul must submit, he must die pleasing leviathan, he mustn’t complain—while still, the monster was angry.) “The study of nothingness, where I need you, but I need you to need me. I want to feel normal. I desire applause. but worlds have repudiated my kind. You seem uncomfortable. You seem so much a refusal. How would you unglue us?” by grace those years, so intimate with disorder, while chasms pitted language, where you denied me my freedom. “Are you leaving? You can’t leave me. I hate the way you ignore me!” such tetras or checkers or much surprise by desert chess. such tigers as ravishing existence to come to particular hatred—to abhor beauty to label it as fraudulent or systems of chaotic characters—the personas of madness a need for receptivity a ruling force seeking my destruction. “Don’t you love me? I’m just tired/sick/in pain. You must take care of me.” so many boxes so high he was low such when liquor pleases nothing. mental video tapes, interior stenographs, or raw, unforgiving, tragic blueprints. “You know I love you. I would never “intentionally” hurt you. I have no control over myself.” such uncooked, uneasy, pure, strategic, emotional blackmail! it’s a bastille it’s uneven desperation, it watches, taking cues, searching for emotionality. where a kid grows into an adult. one needs those emotions. where failure to comply denotes a negative horizon; for “I need you to parakeet for me, I need your uncensored despondence, else, I will label you.” indeed, I try kindness, or understanding, or passivity—but nothing redeems except pure, raw emotionality—while one is a reserved cheetah! “I need money. I need a man. I need someone to keep me company.” the room is dreary, dark, dangerous or cold; those utensils stop singing, they would become destitute, anger looks like fire.

 

those cobwebs those dear dungeon cries where rage finds no one knows me. behaving is with contempt. others must cater to me. or one needs total control—over mind, emotion, plus, responses. such molten sociality or intelligence astray or intuition acting by persuasion. we condemn while acting in like substance where we exonerate our mirrors. a son carries his mother, a father disappears, those two are left to a peculiar struggle. if negative where it becomes normality a person is in need of a positive example. when two are screaming, anger is building, one must take initiative. such nausea such simple aphorisms, while often nothing is its activity aside for much agitation. pure bondage. purer riffs. so absent from normal!     


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