Certain countries in our world have adopted
certain practices for development...
This in recent years...
However, some of these practices exist by default...
But the truth is that most still remain in certain areas...
Here some:
Correspondence courses and tele classes
How get paid fat bills without gaining weight...
How to raise "paper chicken" and
"Cardboard" meat.
Turtle plastic nutrition...
ALSO SELF-HELP BOOKS:
Oratory to convince proselytes,
Machiavellianism course for teenagers
Cretinism course for all tastes,
Scam for all occasions...
There were other important undergraduate courses such as:
EXPLICIT ,SCOUNDREL COURSE FINANCIAL CAMOUFLAGE AND
ECONOMIC MIRACLEIRISM...
TRAINING COURSE fpr ZUMBI.
SUPERIOR PROSELITICISM AND
POLITICAL VAMPIRISM...
"Dark Shadow's" Barnabas Collins,
Was guilty of vampire maulin's.
He was cursed by jealous witch, Angelique,
A cure for vampirism he did seek.
7/16/21
(For those who don't know, Dark Shadows was a gothic soap-opera that aired
from 1966-1971. As a kid, I was crazy about it!)
I am the scary Bella
I haven't got a fella
To bring me my umbrella
in the pouring rain.
Had one, he was yella
Kicked in his patella
Ran away from Bella
limping, screaming pain.
Eyes avoid the shaming mirror,
As the cravings coming nearer.
Tingled teeth and falling sane,
Organs swim in blood again.
Muscles tighten to release,
Hold a finger to the crease,
As life force drains and rots away,
Stealing liquor razorblade.
Hold my mouth to pull the flood,
Saliva covers cuts and blood.
Tastes of iron, tastes of rain,
Caress a whore of silkened pain.
Lipstick red on dripping lips,
As I suckle and it sticks.
Leave reason floating in the sea,
As droplet life is leaving me.
My finger throbbed, sliding red water splashing upon the slick topography, it was almost impossible to hide the laceration from these half-breed hybrids. Horns and ties, flesh costumes and ash shoes these monsters shifted between frames of realm breathers and daemonic vampirism. Cold cropped stares strung to petrify the weak hearted. She displayed elegant opulence in impervious form. Shadows among and behind me I could not touch her. Sadness dampens those cheeks of blush. If I could I would dry them but these minions of yours continue to bite my hand.
Can you hear my screams?
They tend to drown out your cries. Why are you hiding inside that mentality of flawed construct? Your lashes of sorrow blessed of the memories of a past swallowed by pride.
Look in the mirror, who is the most jaded of them all? Perhaps it is you who continues to bite my hand.
Without a tongue I no longer can scream, you made sure my words would be no more.
I only wanted to ask you if my heart still beats, or have you abolished it as well?
-Mitch
Voices, hissing in your ear,
Voices, installing unknown fear
How do you silence voices
That no-one else can hear
How do you tame
That strange, unknown fear
Lies and deceit
how it twists your perception
Safely it starts,
whispers of insecurity
A bit louder
The things it tells you to do
Ignore it, avoid it,
until the pot boils over
and the evil pours forth
Suggestion into action
Spurned by
the wheel of fate
Rape and ruin
Sodomy, lust
Harder it thrusts
Vampirism, cannibalism,
Pours forth the blood
Open your eyes
witness the lies
away pours the evil
away drowns the lust
Only your conscience,
a quiet distrust
No more voices
Only white padded walls
Your companionship guilt
Cushioning lies
Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.
The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.
Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.
It’s you I see from the fluttering wings of the butterfly,
How your colours in it’s tireless flitting,
Could not steady itself,
It’s you I see, from the rapid wings of a dragonfly,
Transparency lost in a blur of paleness,
And hollow veins
I don’t feel it initially, the same way a leech anaesthetizes,
Sucking blood when knee-deep in silent, murky waters,
Your emotional vampirism
I hear you from the screeching of the cicada at night,
The darkness of your words and accusations,
Muting all that is rational
I hear you from the hyper winging mosquito outside my ears,
A big bang of buzzing akin to your nasal snorts,
Irritating all my senses furiously
I know you scurry away from the light of my convictions,
Like a cockroach running away from light turned on,
Nosy antennae and all
I pity the fly that arose from excreta and rot,
For there it settled on your vain skin,
One speck of a moment
I knew now why the mantis severed it’s lover’s head,
It was a woman after all,
There IT lies now, a nonentity,
No longer twitching,
The final spasm over…
There IT lies now,
Crunched under my hard feet!!!
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