The Grey Area

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