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Brotherhood of the grasshopper Welcome to the nightmare never dreamed, excitement not revealing itself in the obvious way and you will feel the thread from you to me to him and back again in years of pain when joy is anamnesis. Entree to this exquisite hell is by invitation only, but at your request to be baptized in golden ichor, reborn in the taboo underbelly of all things disgusting and stretched out to dry in the withering heat of judgement by your loved ones- all actions of all your present and future consequence regarded as sin. Your graceful form morphs into a jumble of sticks and hollow-eyed desperation. years and flesh melt away in cold sweat and a miasma of demented reflections on lost glories gambled for one moment of erotic roulette. You’ve won: uncertainty. Little capsules of borrowed time are prayers to the gods for maintaining illusion of normalcy covering the stain of your past transgression and your imminent appointment in Samara. Was this what you bargained for? As now one of us razor legs and skinny frame, weirdly beautiful swaying in a dance on the edge between worlds. Keep singing into the wind.
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