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| Salvador Dali- "Exploding Raphaelesque Head" 1951 |
Another day, another wasted day. Another rotten day has passed, spent
in this dark old room, an abyss where not a sliver of light, have
penetrated its four corners for ages -- the dominion of the damned,
where sanity is slowly eroding inside the battered head.
In the Brain; where the never-ending labyrinth of gelatinous gyri and sulci, continues to boggle and rattle, the spirit of the demented mind.
Pitter patter-raindrops spatter-eat the matter-in the platter-
helpless tapper-leader-follower-naked in the shower-
nobody answers...
this never-ending childish prattle-
taxes the mind, burns the soul,
castrates the emotions
and rips off the heart
Of everything.
In isolation, inside this padded room, the only place for lunatics- lost in space, locked in total darkness- a prisoner condemned into oblivion.
This smokey room; Where the stale air flew in circles, where the mind somersaults like the high-flyer in a circus. This smelly room; where the stench of urine is stronger than the odor of filth, where the nose forgets its sorry existence. This room where darkness rules is the only one that I have ever known.
"The Sandman lurks in the dark. Take this pill and you'll be all right," says the woman in white. The lady with the perpetual smirk, the purveyor of dreams and what have you.
Eni meni mini mo, take the pill and off we go!
Blue pill or red pill it does not really matter. The brain is bursting and the neurons exploding- Time stood still, warping my sense of being.
I am a traveler. I am a gatherer. I am a pilgrim
I am home.
In the Brain; where the never-ending labyrinth of gelatinous gyri and sulci, continues to boggle and rattle, the spirit of the demented mind.
Pitter patter-raindrops spatter-eat the matter-in the platter-
helpless tapper-leader-follower-naked in the shower-
nobody answers...
this never-ending childish prattle-
taxes the mind, burns the soul,
castrates the emotions
and rips off the heart
Of everything.
In isolation, inside this padded room, the only place for lunatics- lost in space, locked in total darkness- a prisoner condemned into oblivion.
This smokey room; Where the stale air flew in circles, where the mind somersaults like the high-flyer in a circus. This smelly room; where the stench of urine is stronger than the odor of filth, where the nose forgets its sorry existence. This room where darkness rules is the only one that I have ever known.
"The Sandman lurks in the dark. Take this pill and you'll be all right," says the woman in white. The lady with the perpetual smirk, the purveyor of dreams and what have you.
Eni meni mini mo, take the pill and off we go!
Blue pill or red pill it does not really matter. The brain is bursting and the neurons exploding- Time stood still, warping my sense of being.
I am a traveler. I am a gatherer. I am a pilgrim
I am home.
