Raw Poem Post 5
11/7/05 3:45 AM
Untitled Prose Poem 6
It has been revealed to me that several, microscopic human beings live in the fluid that keeps my brain from banging against the inner surfaces of my skull. If you could look in there and see them at work and play, you might think of the underworld of the Ancient Greeks: souls whipping about asunder. This condition is not unique. In fact, almost every other person I know has a similar situation going on inside. On receiving this information, some have attempted dangerous self-surgery in order to drain the fluid. These types have no sense for holy symbiosis and are so selfish to consider themselves the only being that inhabits their bodies. Me: I am as lonely as I’ve ever been.
Untitled Prose Poem 6
It has been revealed to me that several, microscopic human beings live in the fluid that keeps my brain from banging against the inner surfaces of my skull. If you could look in there and see them at work and play, you might think of the underworld of the Ancient Greeks: souls whipping about asunder. This condition is not unique. In fact, almost every other person I know has a similar situation going on inside. On receiving this information, some have attempted dangerous self-surgery in order to drain the fluid. These types have no sense for holy symbiosis and are so selfish to consider themselves the only being that inhabits their bodies. Me: I am as lonely as I’ve ever been.
posted by Rhino Benedetti at 11:30 PM
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