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Total Recall

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A pint of the Devil's Springs � �
A pack of razor blades � �
A calligraphy pen � �
A jar of ink � �
Blank sheets of of paper...... � �
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I take two swigs to the head... � �
Straight no chaser.. � �
Then another swig..to bolster my courage � �
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Sensations of acidic heat trickles � �
Down my esophagus � �
Tingling warmth engulfs my face � �
Eyes begin to slant � �
Yet my vision has never been clearer... � �
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Time to do the deed... � �
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Three deep slashes to my wrist � �
Of my right hand... � �
My write hand.. � �
Blades so sharp I barely feel them � �
Only the squirting blood gives me � �
Affirmation of my success � �
For I am now a human hourglass � �
Watching burgundy essence � �
Escape my body � �
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Another swig of the Devil's Spring � �
I dip my pen into that jar of ink.... � �
Expertly filling the shaft ensuring � �
That none drips from the tip � �
Nothing must be wasted..not now � �
The 'clock' on my wrist is ticking... � �
Tick tock...tick tock... � �
Drip drop....drip drop � �
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I feel the adrenaline kick � �
My heart pumps harder... � �
Blood drains...faster � �
My mind open..expands... � �
Reaching beyond reason.. � �
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YES!!! � �
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The glorious trauma � �
I've been searching for... � �
INHALE...EXHALE... � �
I must pace myself � �
For this write... � �
The write of my life... � �
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Question: Can my pen spill � �
The truth of my Soul.. � �
Before this fountain of blood � �
Stills my beating heart?... � �
Ahhh! The ecstasy of it all � �
The thrall... � �
HA!!! � �
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Another swig... � �
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Now...answer the questionnaire... � �
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I write... � �
Am I an act in reverse? � �
Is my birth actually my death? � �
Is my crying actually my last dying breaths?... � �
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Dammit!.... � �
The blood is dripping on the ink... � �
Instinctively I try to wipe it off.. � �
Only to create a smudge of dark red � �
With streaks of pitch black.. � �
OOOOhhhh! The random beauty of it... � �
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Keep writing I convince myself... � �
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Is birth itself an act of forgetfulness? � �
As I pass through the canal of Eternity I wonder.. � �
Where does my memory fade to? � �
Umbilical cord severed.. � �
Severed from....what? � �
SHit!!! � �
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Am I a message in a bottle? � �
Nothing more than an accumulation of moments... � �
Capped off in the frailty of this malleable flesh? � �
Just a note pasted against Infinity's wall � �
as a reminder.. � �
A reminder to my future self? � �
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Well damn.... � �
What would i say to my future self?... � �
Be it 100 years from now � �
Or 1,000 years from now.. � �
Or a million years from now � �
What would i say about this place? � �
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AWW fuck! � �
The blood is dripping every where.. � �
Hmmmm... � �
Well I'll just dip my pen into my wrist � �
And let my veins and arteries become my inkwell.. � �
Yep.. sounds like a plan to me.. � �
Hahaaaa... � �
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Another swig of the Devil's Springs... � �
Ahhhh... � �
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Now..where was I? � �
Oh yeah..the questionnaire.. � �
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If we are indeed Spiritual beings � �
Having a Human experience � �
Then why do we feed ourselves such insidious lies � �
When we all know that � �
Death exacts the Truth of us as toll � �
For passage? � �
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Did God gift us Lucifer as a learning tool? � �
Gaia as salvation? � �
Are we circus clowns trying to � �
Perform an impossible balancing act? � �
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Another swig...ahhhh � �
Another dig into my flesh � �
As I twist my pen Soul deep inside my wrist � �
Smudging more blooded ink �
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Damn

And it is here I realize...
I am the Sage of my demise
I am the author of my own smear campaign � �
And with so many questions cursing my namesake � �
I guess I'll narrow it down to this last one � �
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Since I'll be dead soon enough � �
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What is it that I want leave behind? �
And what do I want to take with me as Eye � �
Close this chapter of my Journey? � �
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