October 23, 2003


I'd come through the aeon mist, through the flesh and gore, through the
darkest days of all. Body would be no more than the most terrible
nightmare. I would walk all the days, through the smoke, the pixie dust
and the lies of the bodies. The prophets and the poets have lied, the
apocalypse was deep inside us. The torture inside, the fire inside. No
bless, No bless.
I walk the narrow, dusty path to my eternity. The eyes won't be enough to
believe how doomed the way can be. All through the way, I'm sleepwalking.
Waking from a nightmare and falling into another. The dirty world wouldn't
leave you all by yourself to stay aside and remain clean. The truth is
what the craziest says on how blessed a embrace of stone can be and how
heavenly can be to snuff your lover in bed. This was the way that the
darkests nights has fallen and all your protecting embraces have started
to decay under invisible, dirty touches of strangers.
I'm near the end, close to the brightest light. I'm not used to such a
light. Not used to this sorrowful, lovely sheltering psyche. I'm
deranged...But, I was born again today morning to look for something
special, something creative and new.
The most beloved! Excuse me if I'm deranged.

"Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high
Cruise me blond
Cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return No return

I'm deranged
Deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby

And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged." (I'm Deranged, 1.Outside, David Bowie)

Posted by Shervin at October 23, 2003 07:27 PM
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