The Apostate's Creed [or] Constructs of Delusion

 

Pray for my pillow to
navigate my night'like
meanders.

Who can possibly certify
my sincerity when i talk t'me self,
or pass the day in deep wonder
talking with dear Stella (canine)?

It's just another broken ballast
on just another idiot's dream that
 I swiped from yet another idiot,
(who had planned no escape route -
 talk about idiots....no escape route
talk about no escape route from
from which to effect some escape).

 O, fuck, how tangled a web are
  we gonna weave
in this bleedin' practice to deceive?

Answer me that, Your Holiness. (& who is
holy enough to forget the holiness of
your pederastic skills.....I coulda been
 there, y'know? but i chose to be in an
other elsewhere before some cloaked
dude could comment on what a sweet
little ass-hole I possessed.

Many days have gone and likewise, they
tell me that my dear ass is closer to
vacating to whatever, sooner than most
y'alls. What can one do except to do what
one can, amidst all this riotous idiocy that
persists as democrazy ?

Enough about me. Want to share your construct
                    of Delusion? Cmon, it'll be Fun.

"Time to go home. Madge is on the phone"


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