Empathic
Claireaudient
Intuitive
Psychometric
Just a few of my most prevalent characteristics
They try to place me into categories
They try to put in order my functions
My aspects
My qualities
Numerical values that mean absolutely nothing at all to me
I really don\'t see any reason for any of that
Much less do I feel the need to turn myself into Rubik\'s Cube by color-coding each one of my faves as a separate, distinguishably individual hue
I would have then a total of eight
Becoming scrambled beyond control each time that I permit my mind to overwhelm me with the urge to masturbate
The eight Demi-Gods that govern the eighty-eight or more faces of that crazy bitch that someone\'s mother named Eve
How original
Old-fashioned
Subconsciously, so right on the money
It sure is funny how the keepers of every womb just seem to know what it is that they must achieve in order to sustain the natural state of their offspring\'s well-being
They know how grueling, how seemingly impossible it all may very well become for them as they travel down the good ole roads of raising prodigal children
Cast into the skies, just above the dense billowing that is the clouds
Their own versions of the Shroud of Turin remain visible
Clearly, within the retinas of their minds eyes
Surprises seldom ever come to fruition in the same manner that they were in when they were sent out to hunt down beings such as me
I can just see them polka-dotting the shady part of my background
Yearning to find me
Trembling
Awe-stricken
In the heat of their own sick desire
Wanting to pound me
Poke me
Bury their tools deep within my dripping arsenal
In rapture
On fire
Flailing on the flip-side of their rags
Faces buried in the foundation that lies behind neatly trimmed rugs
Gnawing vehemently, as if they are searching for bugs
My nose, connected to the scent of the Turkish rose that Cairo once claimed
Sensory perceptions setting me so far back that I can barely enjoy the view of the mountainous terrain
All of this is what insanity may someday foolishly attempt to permeate
Demonstrations keep on popping up at all angles for me to either ignore or recapitulate
All of the rigga-marole is highly amusing
Like a drunken state reached so capably and factually that I could easily tie on a good one a few more times just so that they could map out all of my senseless bruising
Crawling
Scratching
Beating their way inside
So many places that I could run to and hide
This neon sign that I have been wearing clearly states that I am \"closed\"
I purchased a Bose just to have music so loud that it removes me from all of the pain
The rain pours down upon my naked breasts
Glistening off the flesh that is tantamount to a big piece of candy
Wouldn\'t it be dandy if all of you could trade places with the likes of me?
Overwhelmed by my duties, most of which were assigned to me by God
I have been labeled vague, weak, odd
I am definitely all of those things but you will never figure me out completely, okay?
Shit, you bitches are damned lucky that I even choose to play your silly little games
You will never win so it dumbfounds me that you even continue to try
What you cannot figure out is what is called The Grey Area and in that area lies the reasons I won\'t tell you why...
7/22/2012