16. A Safe Conversation.

Lights on; Knock my lights out I'll be right back— But that was about a half-hour or so, ago and now I'm About to black out A night owl, Or white owl, Who cried out “No, this is my house!— Either sit down, or get out of it” And that was the— Fuck this bitch. Who hired her? You'll stay in this room with the subject for up to three months; —okay. Record everything. Isn't this illegal? Not for us. Okay. There's something you should know about before I tell you think. I have to know something before you tel me something? It's like a precursor. What's a “precursor” Fuck. What: Nothing. What is it. It's—nothing— You can't just say “fuxk” “FUCK.” UGH. If I fall, The whole house will fall down with me; I promise The whole house and all the walls, If I fall, If I fall for you I promise, If it goes all wrong, I won't wait long for you; I'd ask the same, that is, If the game we're playing Was all the same, But it isn't (It really isn't) It really isn't— Another circumstance of wisdom Or conincidental t-shirt to believe in God makes guesses at the afterthought (of) androgynous. We could make love for hours in the silence But I'd have to wander off, when morning comes Before you recon you don't want me And I'm sad and always wondering “If I had left with all my stuff before the Sun came up, Would I be struggling and suffering?” No, probably not. Probably not, huh I promise Rich and shameless, I probably shouldn't say this, But I've been drinking; I've been thinking I've been sinking into feelings I don't need, But actually — Look at me when I'm bleeding for you Look at me! Look at me, into my dreams when you leave me Waking up lonely Thinking of only You Until I remember I'm here And you're there With her Watch me while I whiter away, I'll watch you while you slither up my leg And bite my thigh Just how I like it Now I'm high again on dying It ain't right, But fuck, I like it Fuck me like you mean it Fuck me right Ugh. What. Okay, I secretly might break my veganism streak Just for a fresh ass strawberry frosty— Like I need to lose another dollar, Fuck it That's it. It's a sickness. {Enter The Multiverse} Miniature pumpkin pies…hm. Once you realize you control the beasts, and not the other way around— It's easy then to move them about, as if little pawns and pieces Upon the map we've built To play this game. These ones are programmed to move when I do— And this one. Watch this. Toggle WiFi on. Are you sure you want to join a public network? Yes. Join. 3…2…1… [a coughing robot enters] See. I told you. Very well. Off we go. Why is it always the darker skinned ones. Well, the dark skinned ones are more likely to be on public networks, or connected to networks operating on lower speeds— Right— As well as the marginally ugly, the generally ungifted, and— [a sim paces back and forth awaiting commands from its controller and superior] unforgivingly controllable. Now what. I pointed my camera towards the three sparking candles, knowing good and well that even connected to my own private wifi, I was still being perched upon. Now, sitting comfortably back in the opposite side of my bed from where I usually laid, i studied the energy moving around me, as the material world had begun to shift, and as always—the frequencies dwelling within the lower realms tried desperately to enter the higher realms by intrusion—an absolute impossibility, and yet—as expected they always would try. In the seven years since it all had been arranged, I had become a skilled magician, and yet, it wasn't here from whence my talent was drawn, as so with other. This medicine, I simply used as a sheer protection against whatever it was that had tried to penetrate my totality—something foreign and dark which seemed to easily crawl its way into others, but had met its folly in trying to dwell inside me; yea, I was in turn its master, and yet I had no duty to enforce or skill to employ to a dark realm being, it sat always near or just farther off perching, working its way through weaker minded bodies, and those broken in spirit, or otherwise— almost calling to me as if it needed a friend, and yet, I employed not dark magic or hexes or curses of the sort, and therefore had no use for it. I might have maintained its power somehow, and then, knowing good and well the karmic law surrounding its properties, knew better than to use dark magic at all— this would cost its user dearly in… —what did you want it? …propensity. Well, it worked, didn't it. Is this what you wanted? What I wanted…hm… —because if it is, then I'm very well off the hook. Or should be. I finished my chapter. Good. Now bury yourself back up before I dig you another grave. Fresh dirt sounds okay. There'll be nothing fresh about it! Very well. Kind, but shallow— And it seemed all an all a nightmare, to begin with And have ended in such a way, That the clamorings of hell would shout his name aloud in praise, and so it had begun, to say A fairytale overturned, In which the world had come to worship The most evil of all things— And the only evil that was, Lie hidden in the beauty Of something held so sacred As to be worshipped by almost all, Especially of men, And yet reviled to the light And the truth in which She had disguised herself as. I called to the ascended masters to release me from this realm. For every out of place sound, disfigurement, for everybody that followed in my tracks—now that I had learned I was being mislead—that the ice cream trucks all spawned out of a single holding lot—that the motorcycle club was allowed to ravage through the neighborhood at will—that it was indeed a game on my psyche and after all, that no one could be trusted in my world or in my presence— that these hellish creatures were in fact, some part of a bigger game of control, I knew that my power had indeed become too great for such a force to have been imparted; that indeed I was more important than normal, and above and beyond average—and the more the sounds and gestures impeded my peace, the further damage I knew the thing sending them to dissolve my light would suffer, and eventually parish. They were evil things, but not all together, stupid and pitiful, and yet, all acting on behalf of one, a cruel and evil dark force of injustice that could only be met with the face of goodness. I knew beyond all doubt that even try as it may, it could not force its way into my kingdom, though try it might, and that with each flickering flame—an agreement between myself and I as one, the master of all things in each and every material realm, that this trait was nothing more than the effect of my being stretched so freely outward in all ways, having expanded into the edges of all of the worlds and all of the times—that these almost unconscious creatures were just as well, some sort of runoff of my initial decent into such worldly realms as to have been embodied at all, not once, but endlessley—and that I as all things, must have been in sorts, just as angry, and as tired, and as stupid, and as unwilling to remain in the world as I ever was, not truly ever having awakened to my own oneness. A truth, the things that bothered me the very most were just as much a waste to myself and the world as food eaten and then discarded— something like having once been of use, but now now more, than besides as a reminder that at once, it had all been as One. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©