The serpents of Bath
Aug 7, 2018 14:26:02 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on Aug 7, 2018 14:26:02 GMT -5
I stepped into the hall and realized there was nothing there save darkness. I chose to follow my path and thus
I continued, being cautious as always. Thats just the way I am you see. I opened the door at the other end of the
long dark hall and experienced something very odd. The door seemed to open on an entire new universe. There was
light and water and even mountains far away in the distance. It was like a dream, maybe it was a dream. Who can
say about such things? Not I said the fly...ha.
I had always appreciated things of beauty and here was a very beautiful place. I felt like maybe I had died and God
sent to a world where all was light and beauty. It was be nice if death was like that you see. You die and go to heaven
if you lived right according to the bible. Regardless, I dont know if I have lived right or not. Can any of us say for
certain? I am sure most feel like they have done their best, even killers probably.
My beautiful world could not have been complete without a woman of course and there she was. My sort of perfection
in feminine form. She was slender with long dark hair and huge dark eyes. I took her hand and we had some sort
of understanding right away you see. Its really hard to put into words, maybe thats why we should all write poetry
and ignore this sort of experimental way of expressing ourselves through language.
We stood very close and I studied her face. Her dark eyes turned green and I laughed. She laughed also and then we walked
through my beautiful dream world. We held hands but I never thought of having sex with her. And I didn't want to make
love either because we already had all the love in the world, or at least in my little dream world. Its hard to put into words
so I will stop trying.
There existed a door there in the side of a moutain. It was blue with a red knob. I opened it and we entered. I became fascianted
at once. Everywhere I saw large pictures hanging, just hanging, waiting for me to look at them. The girl pointed to a picture
of my mother. My mother sat in the grass giving a bottle to a baby pig. She looked angelic. She was an angel to be honest
about it. She endured so much. I probably gave her the most pain, being a secretive little monster and a servant of the devil
in the most innocent sort of way if you know what I mean. Being self centered and hateful inside. Still, we cant really help
being what we are because God made us that way after all. Didnt he?
The girl, I will call her Angel, took me in her arms when she saw the tear on my face. "its alright, I couldnt love you if you didnt
deserve it my poor boy." This made quiet and impression on me and I kissed her. Her lips tasted sweet like a red popsicle.
In the morning I woke and wandered about my house. I fed my cat and petted him also. He is a good and loyal friend by needs
to stop crappin in front of the litter box instead of in it. Cats do their own thing though and you have to respect that a little bit.
I thought about the girl Angel. I wondered why she came to me in my fantasyland. She made me feel like I was Conan or someone
else, maybe a rock star like John Frusciante. I can play music and write songs but I am big and ugly like Conan. Thank God I
never slashed off anyone's head, not anyone human anyway.
The border between real and unreal is so vague, people get stoned to cross over and back. It seems a dangerous thing to do
in my opinion because our minds are so capable of greater fantasies than any movie or book. When I walk down that long
dark hall again, I pray I see Angel again. My Angel. Our magic world is so better than real that has become real in a way.
But until then I will get in my little car and drive through this God made world that I must live in. Wish me luck amigos.
I am sorry if this story confuses you, its not typical and basically comes from the Otherside. No, I am not stoned, Im not sure
I will ever get stoned again as a matter of fact. Just read it and wander about in my head, just be careful in here, its a little ...
odd.
I continued, being cautious as always. Thats just the way I am you see. I opened the door at the other end of the
long dark hall and experienced something very odd. The door seemed to open on an entire new universe. There was
light and water and even mountains far away in the distance. It was like a dream, maybe it was a dream. Who can
say about such things? Not I said the fly...ha.
I had always appreciated things of beauty and here was a very beautiful place. I felt like maybe I had died and God
sent to a world where all was light and beauty. It was be nice if death was like that you see. You die and go to heaven
if you lived right according to the bible. Regardless, I dont know if I have lived right or not. Can any of us say for
certain? I am sure most feel like they have done their best, even killers probably.
My beautiful world could not have been complete without a woman of course and there she was. My sort of perfection
in feminine form. She was slender with long dark hair and huge dark eyes. I took her hand and we had some sort
of understanding right away you see. Its really hard to put into words, maybe thats why we should all write poetry
and ignore this sort of experimental way of expressing ourselves through language.
We stood very close and I studied her face. Her dark eyes turned green and I laughed. She laughed also and then we walked
through my beautiful dream world. We held hands but I never thought of having sex with her. And I didn't want to make
love either because we already had all the love in the world, or at least in my little dream world. Its hard to put into words
so I will stop trying.
There existed a door there in the side of a moutain. It was blue with a red knob. I opened it and we entered. I became fascianted
at once. Everywhere I saw large pictures hanging, just hanging, waiting for me to look at them. The girl pointed to a picture
of my mother. My mother sat in the grass giving a bottle to a baby pig. She looked angelic. She was an angel to be honest
about it. She endured so much. I probably gave her the most pain, being a secretive little monster and a servant of the devil
in the most innocent sort of way if you know what I mean. Being self centered and hateful inside. Still, we cant really help
being what we are because God made us that way after all. Didnt he?
The girl, I will call her Angel, took me in her arms when she saw the tear on my face. "its alright, I couldnt love you if you didnt
deserve it my poor boy." This made quiet and impression on me and I kissed her. Her lips tasted sweet like a red popsicle.
In the morning I woke and wandered about my house. I fed my cat and petted him also. He is a good and loyal friend by needs
to stop crappin in front of the litter box instead of in it. Cats do their own thing though and you have to respect that a little bit.
I thought about the girl Angel. I wondered why she came to me in my fantasyland. She made me feel like I was Conan or someone
else, maybe a rock star like John Frusciante. I can play music and write songs but I am big and ugly like Conan. Thank God I
never slashed off anyone's head, not anyone human anyway.
The border between real and unreal is so vague, people get stoned to cross over and back. It seems a dangerous thing to do
in my opinion because our minds are so capable of greater fantasies than any movie or book. When I walk down that long
dark hall again, I pray I see Angel again. My Angel. Our magic world is so better than real that has become real in a way.
But until then I will get in my little car and drive through this God made world that I must live in. Wish me luck amigos.
I am sorry if this story confuses you, its not typical and basically comes from the Otherside. No, I am not stoned, Im not sure
I will ever get stoned again as a matter of fact. Just read it and wander about in my head, just be careful in here, its a little ...
odd.