From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: Talking to myself...
Date: Wed Apr 20 12:56:56 1994

"Who knows why butterflies fly, yet caterpillars seem so damn dumb."

The following is "Into Me", one of my insane ramblings...

     Then in the mourning came the reign.  A kazoo that blue and a friend 
of few, I awoke to your eyes and questioned your lies.  For some I ask 
not, for I know of your pogo, but I can question your desires, for your 
fly is not the only thing that is down.
     A caress of your mind leads to your toil as I supplant the voices 
that recommend your turmoil.  I push away doubt as I plunder your desires; 
I steal away your heart and fill it with what transpires.  You squeal at 
the feel and trip at the nana's wrath, flailing like hell on a once golden 
path.  The threads of time have tangled once again, bringing you to a halt 
in the wallowings of sin.
     Displaced in this world of blistering hate, I ask once again,
  "Do you think it's too late?"
     A swim in Quiddity, euphoric as a time in the womb, I ask once again,
        "Do you think this is my tomb?"
     Your vices are numerous-- your vices shove toothpicks beneath my 
tender skin.  You laugh, you're in heat.  You win and I'm beat.  But as 
the quicksands of your own dreams begin to pull you under, your 
nightmarish hells push you deep
     Into Me.

----And if you thought that was whackeded, try this one: ("watching")

     Sleep.
     As consciousness wanes, my will reigns on this shell of dust you call 
your body.  Your mind in its toil slips deep into my soul as your thoughts 
wink out in flights of fancy, soaring high into your dreams and out into 
the night.  Errogenous lies and carnal ties never succeed in binding {mind 
and body} or {thoughts and flesh}.  Your mind is my playground, your 
body-- my toy.  I ask you now, isn't saying "no" just a ploy?
     Can you shrug off my charm with a bat of your eyes?  Can you push me 
away, knowing I have been inside?  Can you say you don't [want to] after 
just getting a glimpse?  Can you say you don't [need to] after feeling my 
kiss?
     With a wave of a wand in a wash of thoughts long gone, thinking 
becomes the unreality that it really is.  How can you say that it scares 
you when it is all that you want to do.  You want to surrender, but you've 
only been taught to fight.  You look at me, and I into you.  You want to 
see me, I want you too.
     I started Pushing.
     Thoughts collide in a jumbled mess as I swim into your mind.  Wafting 
serenely into your emotions held so tight, so guarded, so feared, so 
easily haunting to those I hold dear.  You seek the hand to guide you and 
the grip to keep you.  I provide the foundation for your towering dreams, 
never shifting to let you loose at the seams.  Ahh, sweet sanity... my 
friend, my fuck, my knock upon the door that leads deeper down, into you, 
into me-- separated by only a span of air and preconceived notions.
     Letting loose you fall to my side; I'd lift you up, but you're my 
ride.  Together we climb, together we climb, together we reach that top, 
but never stop climbing.
     The night hides what what I feel, but the night always turns to day, 
and from you I hide only your fears and your foes, knowing they hurt you.  
I stand alert, guarding your innocent smile, watching.  watching.


--So whaddaya think?  Any comments would help with my counseling sessions.
I've got more where these came from, but only one or two really good ones.
Worth posting?
     -Kirkland, the master of "the degenerate art of MindFuck"