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Owl Eyed

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and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil... says i!

a spark ignites warmth that spreads into my fingertips, into the dark behind my eyelids. not sure from what though. could be the booze. maybe the pills. might just be the twitching gray mass between my ears.

slightly cooked neurons and lightly seared synapses churning out chemical flares to nowhere in particular. just firing off signals, for the sake of firing off signals. inner city gunfire. there are those who are preyed upon, and those who pray. yet i am neither, because there is no Father, there is no Him or He. and hell, the only "Kingdom come" i'm aware of is the death of ivan ilych. then do i prey? if i am neither, then surely i must prey.


(note: i have no idea where i was going with this. just thought i'd throw it up here to see what thoughts people had. perhaps that'll act as a catalyst)
 
I like it. It's a bit rough around the edges, but there are some really good lines:

the twitching gray mass between my ears... slightly cooked neurons and lightly seared synapses

there are those who are preyed upon, and those who pray. yet i am neither

It's kind of reminiscent of the cut-up/fold-in style Burroughs uses in Naked Lunch & the Soft Machine.
 
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