The carnival was in town today. Filled with a myriad of images. The gargoyle you see here was one of them. Toting its pistols. The vehicles of change were coming. Fairies were coming out to roost in the epidomized censorship that we call home. They show that some of us can remember the parade with its flags and such. I'm having a hard time concentrating today. But thats part of the writing process. Pretty healthy body pretty healthy mind maybe.
She was angry when she came in the bedroom, all twisted with rage, rage she could not process by herself. So she called upon her lover with a uniquess that could not be followed. Her lover did not like when she came at him this way. It paralyzed his senses. And gave him something to think about. The words would not come out they way he wanted them to. Albert could not concern himself with Sarah's attributes. They would just fester in his mind until he let them out.
Friendship was out of the question for these two, they would have to rely on carnal intimacy. Going over the ground rules of the sanctum that they shared. They were blessed to have just that in their repertoire. All along it was a twisted relationship that they adored. Just being in the presence of each other. Age for each other was not important. She was 25 and he was 32. And they mostly share the same qualities. Which for them was important. What's going on in the world today, they did not know. They both worked hard for what they had. It was out of the question to ask for favors from anybody. It would not relieve their pain for anyhow.
Sarah loved Alberts' beard, it felt prickly on her tongue. It was a fetish that she could not ignore. And Albert let her indulge in it. It gave him a sense of accomplishment. Especially when it turned her on. It also gave him his dubs. That was something that could be appreciated. Feeding through his pychosis. And turning him into a maskless freak. It was blowing his buzz and he could not enjoy that. It took him out of his zone. And off the page brandishing his weapon.
Similar tries to the hospital masked the effect of the medicine. Albert took that as offence, but Sarah didn't mind. He didn't know how to handle it. I guess he could learn from his mistakes. Or rather not. Either way it got him excited. The mind could do tricks around you wanting to give you more.
Variations of the cure could be handled, what would they think of that. Who knows except the two. The future they saw was saved as long as they helped each other evolve. It was concentrated if nothing else and that was swell. As long as they didn't hurt each other. That would not be a good show of showmanship. They would dance with each other till the end of time and beyond its borders. To escape their own destinies.
Try not to cry for them, for they deserve no less than they can afford. They will be seen again along their own boundaries. To spit in their eyes the grotested form of chaos. And they will rock you into the night of their own accord. Just in another form will their banner wave to strive higher than they ever thought possible. That was a pretty sunset that the both of them will see again. Another day another possiblity to achieve what they could not before or ever will.
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Alex Jennett
Just starting to publish my works. Enjoy listening to music and writing poetry. I am surprised that since I started writing, within 2 years, with Vocal I have created 78 stories. Music and the written word, help me ease my high anxiety.
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