Kronologik
03-17-2007, 10:52 AM
...Topic: The State of Hypnosis...
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Bladed Thesis: A Flash/Bang Lifestyle
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http://images.scotsman.com/2006/04/11/1104banb.jpg
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from an intimate friend, i saw it 'n im vigilent then...
letter, slender! a blend of gray 'n white colored, words penitent bent...
bore a sense of anger, said she had met her savior...
her nextdoor neighbor - that's me. in the letter, i sensed her flavor...
she requested my presence, so i set with a reverence...
the letter from heavens! it pulled memory strings, blessed rememberance...
i drove in the snow, knowing she was broken, extoled...
she was smoking so bold, cig clutched 'n hidden in a coven from cold...
she smiled, her hair seemed like it'd met wild dispair...
she bore a stylish glare, but i saw something else 'n denile was there...
she puffed in my cheeks: soft smoke, rusting, excrete...
she toughing the streets to smoke? i compliment, she's blushing unique...
she's lusting discrete, i felt warmth touching my feet...
there's nothing so sweet as going unconscious beneath crushing deceit...
.
flash...
.
waking in painshocks, mind escaping? retained, caught...
love lately became loss! her touch caused blight invading: a plain rot...
the fading messages certain, sent to a belated nemesis...
soul grating vestages! inner candle burns, a state of hypnosis...
perhaps comatosed 'n alone, a fated ghost in the bones...
broken, exposed! sleeping restless, floating the spoken unknown...
rocking a watch, nodding off. vision rotting thru clots...
my mind oddly forgot its placement! advanced, body distraught...
soft lies i calmly begot, words within haunting earshot...
a talking onslaught 'n i cant fight it while too rocky to walk...
leatherish chair against my back, 'n it never was there...
members' prepared: arms, legs numb like each severed in snares...
whether im scared, i remain ghostly in a level of prayer...
mind a feather so fair, floats heavenward, in clever nightmares...
touching the deepest, eyes closed, inner rusted ingenius...
blood rushing with leeches. lay back, pause, 'n question my weakness...
in a simple state of chaos, yet a little late for dayjobs...
spittle breaks 'n sprays soft as i drool: i demonstrate 'n lay gloss...
i lost parents 'n friends, tortured 'n embarrassed to ends...
once fairest of men, i fell 'n now my mind, chaired thus, descends...
digging deeper of psyche, personalities eager to spite me...
tho weaker 'n lightly spoken of, i wander 'n leave here on nightly...
lever the curtains! darkness! find the better of versions...
i remember the surgeons, each in their own way defenders of persons...
chest falls, cavity dips! 'n i steadily into gravity slip...
dont know what a fallacy is but i know its wrong to think im actually sick...
his ticking 'n words, golden Rolex still glistening sure...
eyes pilfering, swerve! only a blank stare: "im still listening, sir"...
voice echoes beyond my plain of existence, meddows 'n lawns...
over flower petals, no flaws! my figure slowly shifts, settled engrossed...
i revel in loss of time, place, 'n spacial levels across...
hearing metals 'n watts, electrical mechinisms only the devil would rock...
she's watching me shiver, her gaze taunting 'n sicker...
she's talking to misters, still watching me! bitch not walking: she slithers...
she's saving the pity 'n nods with an unabated, sickly grin...
inside, hating a million! my vision falls 'n my eyes turn to fading obsidian...
doctors clearing heads, im there but, somehow, barely dead...
forgetting what i clearly said! but now i travel my past with scary dread...
.
flash...
.
remember mother 'n gardens with roses! summer is starting...
the shutters 'n carpits, walking the darkness as i shuttle the garbage...
mowing the grass, thinking about school slowly, in fact...
engine smoking so fast, as beautiful sunlight is glowing in glass...
birds chirping in air, unknown beasts lurking, they stare...
emerging aware, they hurriedly run! a gentle, young herding of mares...
the taunts of children, probably being watched by villians...
idea haunting millions! but back then we're taught "do not appeal them"...
dashed with a button click! doctor in my brain, fucking it...
is it something missed? memories hot to handle but he's got an oven mit...
i squirm 'n scream no, in hypnosis those are words illegal...
i forget my first with females, forgetting friends 'n herds of people...
.
flash...
.
now im clutching a cannon, blasting with fucking abandon...
skinny bodies rupture, famine! African kids cut down! cutting, i damn em...
blade flicking the guts, twisting broken ribs to the dust...
kicking it up, i can taste their fear so thick 'n spit in the musk...
boys 'n girls, pictures of their frames annoyed the world...
in piles, destroyed 'n hurled into pits! corpses i enjoyed to twirl...
mind void of guilt, talking of it then, my voice rebuilt...
our point was dealt as my squad pacified villages 'n hoisted pelts...
skinned the scalps, blade against body fat of thin amounts...
organs lifted out, i gutted one fucker who was deadly sick with gout...
i kicked him down, threw a grenade 'n finished his house...
now, its denounced! but i still remember the dogs licking his snout...
.
flash...
.
me against the cushion! im fighting, in angst, im pushing...
i aint a russian! men on either side, hold me down: i thank the bookends...
tongue holds three doses! "sir, you must control emotions"...
mind whole seems broken! waves of electric purification: rolling oceans...
no Kremlin spy telling sercets, subject to hellish edicts...
twisted, yelling genius as my thick tortured body's swelling needless...
hypnotized to talk! nevertheless, in these lies im caught...
tho i deny them all til pressure is too much, even though i'll be shot...
why ever hate it? a buried Marine, with my five decorations...
as i bled abrasions 'n said what they wanted: hypnosis is mind preparation...
body living empowered to the steady dripping of water...
so vivid, a daughter! sleep 'n death are cousins, but hypnosis is a father...
"if sleep and death are cousins then justice is disgusting..."
.
flash...
.
tears leak from eyes in depth, hypnotized by dying breaths...
she shyly steps over a lover's body in slumber probably, tightly dressed...
iconic zest, his face burned in her mind, a hypnotic crest...
symbolic jest! knife across necks, slicing soft flesh 'n polished breast...
life abolished fresh, a last act: begging, a calm request...
rising dawn possessed, spitting a plea for finality, a final palm reflex...
a love martyred despite! her feelings then harbored inside...
internal scars burnt, designed! love! hypnotically marked for her life...
.
bang...
.
love is a spell brought on by time... fitting then that it should hypnotize with every swing of the pendalum...
.
.
Bladed Thesis: A Flash/Bang Lifestyle
.
.
http://images.scotsman.com/2006/04/11/1104banb.jpg
.
.
from an intimate friend, i saw it 'n im vigilent then...
letter, slender! a blend of gray 'n white colored, words penitent bent...
bore a sense of anger, said she had met her savior...
her nextdoor neighbor - that's me. in the letter, i sensed her flavor...
she requested my presence, so i set with a reverence...
the letter from heavens! it pulled memory strings, blessed rememberance...
i drove in the snow, knowing she was broken, extoled...
she was smoking so bold, cig clutched 'n hidden in a coven from cold...
she smiled, her hair seemed like it'd met wild dispair...
she bore a stylish glare, but i saw something else 'n denile was there...
she puffed in my cheeks: soft smoke, rusting, excrete...
she toughing the streets to smoke? i compliment, she's blushing unique...
she's lusting discrete, i felt warmth touching my feet...
there's nothing so sweet as going unconscious beneath crushing deceit...
.
flash...
.
waking in painshocks, mind escaping? retained, caught...
love lately became loss! her touch caused blight invading: a plain rot...
the fading messages certain, sent to a belated nemesis...
soul grating vestages! inner candle burns, a state of hypnosis...
perhaps comatosed 'n alone, a fated ghost in the bones...
broken, exposed! sleeping restless, floating the spoken unknown...
rocking a watch, nodding off. vision rotting thru clots...
my mind oddly forgot its placement! advanced, body distraught...
soft lies i calmly begot, words within haunting earshot...
a talking onslaught 'n i cant fight it while too rocky to walk...
leatherish chair against my back, 'n it never was there...
members' prepared: arms, legs numb like each severed in snares...
whether im scared, i remain ghostly in a level of prayer...
mind a feather so fair, floats heavenward, in clever nightmares...
touching the deepest, eyes closed, inner rusted ingenius...
blood rushing with leeches. lay back, pause, 'n question my weakness...
in a simple state of chaos, yet a little late for dayjobs...
spittle breaks 'n sprays soft as i drool: i demonstrate 'n lay gloss...
i lost parents 'n friends, tortured 'n embarrassed to ends...
once fairest of men, i fell 'n now my mind, chaired thus, descends...
digging deeper of psyche, personalities eager to spite me...
tho weaker 'n lightly spoken of, i wander 'n leave here on nightly...
lever the curtains! darkness! find the better of versions...
i remember the surgeons, each in their own way defenders of persons...
chest falls, cavity dips! 'n i steadily into gravity slip...
dont know what a fallacy is but i know its wrong to think im actually sick...
his ticking 'n words, golden Rolex still glistening sure...
eyes pilfering, swerve! only a blank stare: "im still listening, sir"...
voice echoes beyond my plain of existence, meddows 'n lawns...
over flower petals, no flaws! my figure slowly shifts, settled engrossed...
i revel in loss of time, place, 'n spacial levels across...
hearing metals 'n watts, electrical mechinisms only the devil would rock...
she's watching me shiver, her gaze taunting 'n sicker...
she's talking to misters, still watching me! bitch not walking: she slithers...
she's saving the pity 'n nods with an unabated, sickly grin...
inside, hating a million! my vision falls 'n my eyes turn to fading obsidian...
doctors clearing heads, im there but, somehow, barely dead...
forgetting what i clearly said! but now i travel my past with scary dread...
.
flash...
.
remember mother 'n gardens with roses! summer is starting...
the shutters 'n carpits, walking the darkness as i shuttle the garbage...
mowing the grass, thinking about school slowly, in fact...
engine smoking so fast, as beautiful sunlight is glowing in glass...
birds chirping in air, unknown beasts lurking, they stare...
emerging aware, they hurriedly run! a gentle, young herding of mares...
the taunts of children, probably being watched by villians...
idea haunting millions! but back then we're taught "do not appeal them"...
dashed with a button click! doctor in my brain, fucking it...
is it something missed? memories hot to handle but he's got an oven mit...
i squirm 'n scream no, in hypnosis those are words illegal...
i forget my first with females, forgetting friends 'n herds of people...
.
flash...
.
now im clutching a cannon, blasting with fucking abandon...
skinny bodies rupture, famine! African kids cut down! cutting, i damn em...
blade flicking the guts, twisting broken ribs to the dust...
kicking it up, i can taste their fear so thick 'n spit in the musk...
boys 'n girls, pictures of their frames annoyed the world...
in piles, destroyed 'n hurled into pits! corpses i enjoyed to twirl...
mind void of guilt, talking of it then, my voice rebuilt...
our point was dealt as my squad pacified villages 'n hoisted pelts...
skinned the scalps, blade against body fat of thin amounts...
organs lifted out, i gutted one fucker who was deadly sick with gout...
i kicked him down, threw a grenade 'n finished his house...
now, its denounced! but i still remember the dogs licking his snout...
.
flash...
.
me against the cushion! im fighting, in angst, im pushing...
i aint a russian! men on either side, hold me down: i thank the bookends...
tongue holds three doses! "sir, you must control emotions"...
mind whole seems broken! waves of electric purification: rolling oceans...
no Kremlin spy telling sercets, subject to hellish edicts...
twisted, yelling genius as my thick tortured body's swelling needless...
hypnotized to talk! nevertheless, in these lies im caught...
tho i deny them all til pressure is too much, even though i'll be shot...
why ever hate it? a buried Marine, with my five decorations...
as i bled abrasions 'n said what they wanted: hypnosis is mind preparation...
body living empowered to the steady dripping of water...
so vivid, a daughter! sleep 'n death are cousins, but hypnosis is a father...
"if sleep and death are cousins then justice is disgusting..."
.
flash...
.
tears leak from eyes in depth, hypnotized by dying breaths...
she shyly steps over a lover's body in slumber probably, tightly dressed...
iconic zest, his face burned in her mind, a hypnotic crest...
symbolic jest! knife across necks, slicing soft flesh 'n polished breast...
life abolished fresh, a last act: begging, a calm request...
rising dawn possessed, spitting a plea for finality, a final palm reflex...
a love martyred despite! her feelings then harbored inside...
internal scars burnt, designed! love! hypnotically marked for her life...
.
bang...
.
love is a spell brought on by time... fitting then that it should hypnotize with every swing of the pendalum...