Turning Tricks

Original Post Date: Apr 10th, 2009

Deep inside us each is the deviL.

hE made us forget, forget, forget. A quaint thought. we drink and smoke and work, work, work. we fight and war and take, take, take. we play house and play store and play games, games, games. we sigh and cry and bitch, bitch, bitch. But the deviL tricked us! hE convinced us that hE does not exist.

And then we laugh.

we laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh, and laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh, and laaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.

Because it's true, right?

Ha. Ha ha.

See deviL? I'm laughing. Funny trick. 'cause yoU lied. I know yoU did. I whisper it sweetly in your ear after the most wonderful of midnight fucks I know it wasn't youR trick.

Hee hee.

From subjectivity comes the most sublime objectivity. I have become accustomed to the lies of words.

Words. WorDs. wOrds. WORDS. words! wORDS

Take your pick, they all sound as sweet as the lies you left behind. Post-modernism. Meta-meta-physics. The Greeks’ myriad of turtles that must have been Atlas' pets. Nihilism, a word, a word has seized your soul a word, a word. Sisyphus has abandoned his rock. Take what he abandoned with zeal! Take it with your begrudging tone, your rebellious happiness and your blissful ignorance! Embrace your hypocrisy, and never look anything in the eye! Be content with your understanding of one in nothingness! Hold up the world! Hold!

Into the depths of the great chasm with you!

Hold! They can take our lives but not our freedoms! They can take our labels but not our caves! They can take this but not that!

Take!

we are charitable. we are giving. Give 'em hell! we are (the next) the chosen people, made in the image of perfection. Living one-way mirrors.

God.
mmm, I love this part!

We fucked. I wrote dirty letters on every part of her body. She drew blood from mine. Animals! Sweat dripped from sin's afterglow. But we would not abate. She fingered my spirit. I tongued her soul. She squirmed with a smile. I laughed. She giggled a deepthroated thing. I hungered.

oh god She trembled oh god Her hand grabbed my head oh God!

From the very hand of the great and honorable Lord is delivered the morning glory of Lucifer.

hello. I have many names too. Many names and many games. Many psalms and cd-roms. But never quite so few faces as You!

I can be Aristotle. My sum is far more than the whole of my parts. Where godlike images and sinner's souls meet, nothing is hidden from lover's hearts.

You look funny naked. Odd and frumpy. A washed up pimp. Your rolls are showing, ugly city streets lined with godless gospels. Your masochistic scars betray Your private habits, You hear the praises best after bringing out Your razor. Your backhair grows, You're too cheap and lazy to pretend anymore. Your frienD calls. eH wants to go for 40 night bender, like old times; paint the town red.

I am Mercutio! A plague on both YouR houses! And what a plague it is! Already in motion, the tale all written before it is read. In artistic lies and hidden truths lay reality bare.

He laughed too. He laughed to his grave. The world a joke wrapped in a tragedy, wrapped in a sorry excuse for a best possible world. Who would not laugh?

I know your trick! I know your trick!

they prance around the prickly pair

I know that sataN didn't trick us into thinking hE never existed. You tricked us into thinking that You DO exist. And we believe!

we belieeeeeeeeeve and belieeeeeeeeeeeve and belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve.

Sometimes, I'm called [your name here].

It's okay Almighty, i'm naked too. i'm stumbling in an empty parking lot, aimless. There are no footprints behind me. No footprints, no footprints, no footprints. Who will carry me now, i wonder?

Who has the strength to carry You?

I'll speak softly and hold your hand sweetly as you give birth

Growing in us each is God.