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7/15/2004

enTrY #005 :: retiNaL melTdoWn::

>>... Psst: do yOu dO you haVe a moMent ?... >>

okaY...that's good...
steP a little cloSer...
huSh...really... it's okay!
Is the glaRe of the scrEEn beginniNg to warM your retinaS?
oR do yOU preFer tHe chiLL of silEncE, anD the shaDows of a darKeneD rooM?
IS silenCe eVeR, reaLLy fuckInG preFeraBle?
dO you drIFt thRouGh liFe liKe the eterNal sleePwaLker?
dO yOU eVeR feeL the straITJaCkeT tiGhteNinG?
do yOur liPs aChe trYinG to suPPreSS a sCreaM?
DOES ANYTHING EVER, TRULY, TRULY SHOCK YOU NOW?

>> tHe glaRe of reaLity iS too HarSH >>
tuRn iT down.
tuRn iT doWN.
I waNt to juMp oFF.
pASS the absinThe.
i WanT to drOwn in hEr sweeT nectaR 24/7....


i wiTneSs maDness froM behINd cloSed cuRtaINs.
aVeraGe JoE infiltraTes suRBuRbiAs of genoCiDe.
:: hanDyMen wHo weiLd chaInsAWs & speaRgUnS & ploT theIR aVeraGe wiFe & chiLd's deMiSe::

seriOusLY ... yOU didn'T thiNk I waS joKing diD yOu?
i saW suCh a psychoPath oN tV reCentLY...

aLL halO & cuRLs....
TurNs oUt hiS aVeraGe-6-moNth-pRegnaNt-wIFe-&-toDDleR-dauGhteR-haD-goNe-miSSinG.
The predaTorial TV netwoRk paraSites caMe knoCkiNg a shorT tiMe later....
goddamN it!
Give him hIS priVacY...
hiS despaIR...
hiS grieF...
leT hiM mouRN.

FLASH TO NEWS REPORTS:
SO THERE HE STOOD
:: PLEADING ::
:: SHEDDING THE ODD TEAR::
:: HIS ANGUISH PALATABLE::
"COMe HoME...cOnTaCt Me," he moanEd.
GODDAMN HIM!

wEEks laTER... a coNFessION.
heY, wouLdn'T yOU knoW iT
Mr cleaN-cuT JohN dOe soaKed iN roYal-blUe caBleknIt juST haPPenEd to muRdeR hiS famILy.
fuCkiNg pSyChoPath!
sO, a crIme of paSSiON you maY thinK...
Hardly likEly.
This dudE had stYLE and paNaChe in hiS homicIDal meltDowN.
:: A CHAINSAW. A SPEARGUN::

i waNt to scReaM riGht noW.

FootnoTe: A monTh laTer ThE froNt paGe of the nEwspapEr reveaLed a maCabRe scEne;
foreNsiC expErts kiTTed in lateSt desiGneR thermoNucleaRweaR siftINg thrOUGh a ruBBish duMp
knoWn as 'deviLS beND'... seeking the DNA and/oR the hacKed remaInS of the latest casualties in the suburbaN maritaL turfwars...

i waNt tO be sicK.
NO.
i waNt to waKe uP.
wHat doeS desensitiVitY trULy, truLy feel liKe?
Is it a diseaSE?
Is it subtLe?
Is theRE a diagnoSIS?
Is theRE a cuRE?
I onLY waNt to fEEl the warMTH of loVe oN my baRe boNES.
giVe mE the warM gloW oF a loNE LiGHT...
reaChinG oUT inTo the darKNEss...


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