State of Mind

I’ve been told there are 50 states
But my current state
Doesn’t populate
Doesn’t take a census
Doesn’t care
Because the state I live in
Is Oblivion

But as I travel through
Uncharted ground
Such sites to see
And the people
So cute, living in security
Nothing is wrong and everything to see
And there’s me
Living in Oblivity

Am I complaining?
I could sign up for the shouts
The ringing in the ears
Leaders to denounce.

But here I sit
In a motionless pit
I would care to care
But it’s all bullshit

G&M Part Cinq - I Soire with Sarte....Laissez-moi tranquille.

There is no sanctuary. There is no place to find peace. That is my crime. And that is my punishment. And there is no starting over. Because there never was a beginning. There was only an end. An end that doesn’t end. And that is the worst punishment of all. Hell on Earth. No exit. I Soire with Sarte

L'enfer, c'est les autres

Hell is other people

G&M Quatre - Be your own Deceiver

You’re beginning to bore me with your words of regret. Regret nothing and forget everything. That’s the way I handle life. Stop being the victim in your head. Nobody cares. That’s the inevitable truth. You think way too much and act all too little. Be your own deceiver.

G&M Part Trois - A receipt on deceit

Truth is deceiving

There are no guarantees

There’s no return
There’s no receipt

On deceit

G&M Part Deux: I Don't Soire with Dante

You sound vulnerable, yet not. We've known each other for many years, and I must tell you ...if you are innocent...so be it. But, if you're guilty....we'll be friends forever. I don't suffer criminals, but I tend to gravitate to those who feel guilty when they're not. It's juicier. With pulp. People pay for their crimes in mysterious ways.

You're vulnerable either way. Because it doesn't matter if you've been virtuous....if you are guilty or innocent. Souls like yours roam the circles of hell sooner or later. With you, I prefer later......so I can get to know you. I like to swim in oceans...but not pits of fire. I don't soire with Dante.

Causerie - Greta and Marlene

888

I can’t really tell you what happened or how it happened.

Sometimes, things come at me so fast that it’s hard to interpret the light.

It flickers and it’s gone. The speed of light is like the speed of life – fast, ever moving and hard to predict.

So why are you even questioning me? I sit here as a person in good standing within the community. Law abiding. And you’re making me out to be some kind of criminal? Why am I here? What did I do?

It’s terribly hard for me to focus.

If you would just leave me alone and let me go. If you could. If you would. Please. I shouldn’t be here.