Little Red Riding Hood tight as a tart, click clock clitoris, tasting of liquorish, perfect as peaches and cream, partaking in a parfait, wandering through the woods , repulsive Rapunzel riddled in riddles, a lost and lamenting Lolita , with a mission on her mind. She tiptoes by a house of ginger , foreshadowing her fate , she spies a murdered mermaid at the lake, the princes fall from his destined tower , admiring the grace of the ever sleeping beauty , never to awaken.
A beauty both beaten and berated by the beast , what fairytale adventure awaits this young maiden? Throughout thee gaps of the notes and lyrics, non-existant footsteps can be heard, the moon begins to rise within night, accompanied by the tide that represents my insanity..my inner strife....I complain quietly as cock robins cuckoo clock is killed by the arrow of the sweet natured sparrow...know that at any moment should anything change....I might go mad...comfort me...my never aging...never ending madmoiselle of strings....mercury runs throughout the master races blood...hopping like a hare...hallucinating like a hatter.
I will see to it that she suffers , in my world there is no happily ever after , only savage , monstrous laughter. I see Prince Charming with a rope around his neck....hanging out...so to speak, the death of a hero who solves his own sins.
The abdication of Alice, the slaying of Snow White , to the ridicule of Rapunzel. I live to ruin , destroy these childrens tales for you
making you see that the world we live in is not so cheerful
. An invitation arrives upon her doorstep , inviting her for teatime, I the hatter fondles, her harmonica with glee...a crusade of eros...not bound by the concept of chronos....the caffenated liquior wriggles its way...down her own rabbit hole....causing complications...wonderous ruptures and raptures.....
She knocks gently on her grandmother's door , I open it in response , showing her in. Courteously she accepts my invitation , she has no idea what I have in store. I relieve dear Wendy of her beloved Peter , disposing of the remains carefully. I turn the rocking chair toward her revealing a young lycan with a taste for human flesh , dressed in his ballroom best. He licks his lips , she tries to escape but I forbid it. I point to a headstone and smile. She sees dear Walters name engraved , I am sorry but your time is up. The animal disrobes , descending to all fours
.and the rest is history
..I let him savor the taste while I take the apples from her basket
.before taking the wolfs head in marriage
.fetching a pretty penny for myself
.from the vengeful families
.I told you didnt I
It is a good thing I have my words to fall back on...for I am invisible....much of what I say does not incaptivate...there is little of common interest....sometimes people can be so close and yet so far...Soon everything will break... I must stop chasing after a distant forgotten past for my own good...I check the meaning of an Eastern text , while realizing my bubbles will one day be broken , everything must be in sequence, on schedule. I have told him , the one from a drafted poem almost everything. I recall, the memories of yesterday....rolling in a mixture of quality and filth..while waiting for my target to arrive....it was well worth my patience....it even temporarily cleansed my memory of their episodic adventures....featuring the humorless trinity of samurai and their shampoo....one of their voices was unfortunately in full bloom...
I attempt escape , shifting my focus , to a group of armed excorcists , a story that contains both characters and killers the two are so deep and compelling , beautiful battles , sweet flavoured voices ,improving with each passing second , changing tunes successfully, tender , loving , superior and circus worthy humor , a brush stroke of excellence that I may only mention within the pages of this current manuscript, animated to perfection with magnificent men and monsters, an adventure that dares to thread in the arena of romance, the result is something that makes me smile in approval as I admire each and every princess available on show. a superb cocktail of quality I must say , far better than others of its kind, I have a number in mind which I shall not say out of fear of repercussion. A black and white successor to this rare and pretty gem will follow and shall be indulged if I have the time, both have a tale to tell , unlike some others of their kind my readership is guaranteed. My gallant Ga-rei of an Eastern series of shells by the shore, a truly tasty , cartoonish decor if not in the same league of the geese's encoded gulls. A fitting antidote, similar in nature to the sinner's garden...to cleanse the mundane magic of the mouryou no Maburaho... My poetry reads as prose...so why not my reviews? My verses receive the most attention...so why not merge to methods? If I write what the world wishes to see maybe I can acquire non believers to comply and take interest...in the written world....
A room with artificial, electrical light, machines upon machines everywhere and some that are so heavy you’d have to wonder how they can be sailing through the sky. This is the world I’ve woken up in. Screen, rather than stage plays shaken and speared. I panic but then think quickly, remember that there is in the face of what seems to be science, imperfect, irrational supernatural, religious explanation for neverything. Value and moral will not be considered wrong, doubted or superficial, that is the nature of this serial…to inform against the odds! These cads, these cons and cods!
I decide to fantasize insane thoughts, if this is reality I’ll just escape from it with beautifully hideous and disgusting images and lies. I write the unwritten verse of chrome and go versus against it all. Dizzy Disney dancing in the winds of turmoil and tizzy, a boil of boils and we can’t have that, all too comfy, cosy, nice and that.
I am an alien to the world because I have not wished to live in it.
I take obvious inspiration from a fetish portrait, but do things a little differently. The witch not a woman persay but a man with twos penchant. Hansel’s bygone breasts, love folds, to Gretal’s all the more well fed handles and holds. If he can’t have is own sister as she is before him now more desirable..the warlock won’t either…Gretal the greedy little tart thinks so too and so with teeth Hansel grates Gretal up like cheese, and Gretal blends him in her belly….the warlock prepares the bread and threes a sandwitch for the parents that arranged it all. That’s what they put me in for and now I’m getting out..my how the worlds changed…since my incarceration….this is what I’ll just have to accept…this reality…
I never thought that I would be revisiting the chrome again...The walls were very very thin and it was he crept up behind me..the white knight as a footnote I knew that he had caught up with me...made me begin my journey towards accepting MY reality because I rejected joining him..in away no others but the crimson knight have.
In think back thus to the hint of events I scarcely remember beyond this which led to my incarceration debacle added here for the deviant errors would not allow me elsewhere:
The pupils in my quiet classroom face, in disco song seep and dilate and my brain box goes royally bonkers. No substance was abused, just the music that shuck me to alert, made me feel invincible, unstoppable, uncontrollable, brimming with speed, gonna go everywhere, gonna go to the extreme, gotta go fast. Lids like crack open pods and I’m howling at the moon, dancing as if I was a snake charmed. Bursting blue eyes, blistering a sudden change from the sloth slides, slips in from, on the side and a great burst of aggression and power occurs…goes down..calms..then I hear it again…
Can’t say I could stay still to the sound of music, springs me back to life, gets me my next hit in more ways than one. Ingested through ears, all for good vibrations and oh how incredible it all is. I fall in love so easily, like a loose goose girl shagged on cinders sleeping beautifully on more accurately whats not on me at the time. Lyrics or lustfully the idea of those licked away I do not differentiate on which coils me. Its got more bloody buzz than the bottle and its synonyms…upon hearing it..my pupils dilate double time..and then I know I’m in trouble…and I start dancing…but not like any dance you’ve seen before…
I'd heard it before I lost it all and again in the four walls and I know it was the knight who played it originally..first as a warning..then as a punishment...he must have hated me for thinking of refusing..then actually doing so..how spiteful...how selfish!
**** Tenth canto****
My delusions must stop....I need to accept reality....one day my own fairytale will have to come to a close....the spiral of heat and hope is dead...mimicking orphans without bread.....then it hit me harder than ever before....like a chrome coloured masterpiece of forbidden lore....to think of all the time I lost and wasted throughout the years....little miss muffet dethroned from her tuffet, flesh removed, fucked firmlly, ferociously in a bucket, a crumpled cunt carved quite coldly, starved of affection.... her duchy in dissaray...her flesh and blood fuel the soil of this foul mouthed fairytale.
My own tears have been shed and must be cured....I leave you with some final words....
There is no such thing
.as happily ever after
In reference to such endings I can only say that the chrome is relapsing, my whole mind is collapsing just after my releasing. The metal is indicative of my mental state, the chrome is just that, an alloy, not my ally and now there are two, harder than the last. The mad inevitably return to being mad, its just the way it all goes and flows, just grows and grows. The rhymes were all for a different nursery for each I took a number of children I could not remember and re-enacted darker versions of the myths.I eat fruit and nutcracker nuttiness from the C you know what it stands for plate...far from stainless or painless...
So there you have your answer to this here little riddle…I think it says more about the one who wreaked, tweaked, wrote the havoc that is it….I’ll always be staring at that shiny steel, so firm..its hold over me….remembering has not brought salvation or guilt…I must stop is nonsense…who can…when one gets a taste…and sees the beautiful chrome…? I still can’t believe they thought I was well enough..to go home! Once upon a time never made much sense or solace to me after the first crime...my students at the playschool the little pigs who I huffed and puffed all the way down in smoke and flames before I ran off to do some more...not so fabled things!
A pinochio to the Gepetto prose..poem and tunes..playing out in and through my head....ordering me two use two swords,one of flesh..the other of chrome...did you really think these were fantasies? What stories have you been reading? This was all very real...I did every bit of it...raped and killed them as Frank as my name was given to me at birth... with the right drugs everyone..even the kids, parents and teacher took each other apart...or was tat took heart..or took part maybe? Did the knight actually have a hand in that..their parts also?
Another chrome of madness is comin' on, lets have another addition, update on the madness shall we? My delusions are detonating, all coming back to me in fresh new, more interesting waysthan before.The cage system I know well from being on the inside, it just has this weird thing about working out that way, you just can’t personalize an incarceration or prevent incineration of a life within one by doing so. Too many different children in the chain gang schoolyard, reformatory. A butcher and a banger are not in the same circle yet are considered of the same cell structure; same said for thieves, they do not belong in legion league. If anything you create more killers on the inside who went in for manslaughter, self-defence and stealing, murderers made far worse than they really are by taking out a greater monster than themselves…are they to be called a shower of hypocrites? If the caged crew go against each other..is it ironic that they do not heal?
Thief to torturer, killer to genocidal and the worst of all rotting the morgue, his execution in a system that erased, put to death that penalty but passively lets it go even though it is not enforced. Britain’s big bad secret unveiled, leaking out like the throat that got cut, what it really stands for on evil, how I stand unsure, halfway on the capital idea when it comes to killing but still am happy to see such a man go. Sometimes you need a tearjerker with that bit of justice tacked on…its saddening in a disturbing way and relieving..that its not you and someone else was also paying…
….collecting crimes is a bittersweet feeling..but I don’t commit them…
Elsewhere a vault cube castle full of criminals, walled themselves in, behind fortified, refined shielding as they burrowed out with the bank notes. Brought along their own future tech in the form of attaché lights change the keys and the locks to their own specifications, deus exterminate the floor with the same hackquipment. How could they possibly leave the way they walked in during the night for there were so many jewels to move it was to become daylight and as far as the staff were concern it would be stalemate…can’t go in..can’t get out. Knew nothing of the dig out.
Copter at landings ready on the other end when they surface but still up in the air, all at the right time. Prepared very very carefully. As the insanity escalated the government sent in a very special bomb squadron to shatter the locks remade in desperation, policemen going pop on explosives ingested, diving in large groups at the devices…it worked, but at a terrible cost of life, but by the time anything had been done the chopper could be seen taking in its clientele and heading off into the wild blue yonder…they stole more than jewels that day…they took lives as well…
Not too far away, in a next door neighbourhood, the whole forest was nothing but a fake, falsification, the eye seeing some things simply as others based on similarity and first lookings. Branches and twigs, into your bare feet somehow they do not bury themselves but mush and mesh, this is because your skin has merged with the death at the result of your step, upon the stick insect, covered by mint tea leaves. Pebbles nothing more than a path of discarded pinballs, so grey they might resemble stone and are quite embedded in the surrounding muck.
You’ve not opened the windows of left to see your garden in a very long time so to see seeds and overgrowth or at least what resembles it much be strange. Some of the insects and foliage were stacked for faux pas trees. You stamped out a new nature structure, they were all carrying each other in connection, to put ones foot down as you did so…but you will be given leeway for you did not know. A whole forest from a misstep falls apart…and you go back in to wash off your soles..but you’ll go a whole life..without a soul cleansed…you picked a bad day and place to re-enter the world my friend…
***twenty first canto****
Well I heard that the Phoenix park burnt down, any guesses as to how and why? Do I really need to explain that? Why it’s all in a name. Hey hey ever hear the story, wasn’t reported on the news, somethin’ hiding in Hyde park, could be an escaped murderer for all we know. Got a fair view of another park, you see viewing parks is my recreation, a bit like trainspotting is for some people and oh what bottom feeders were to be seen there. They found Anne’s park too mind you, they definitely found a few there, pretty historical moment if you ask me.
***twenty secondth canto****
Stephen went green when he heard and his cheeks squelched and filled. Yuletide time now, not nary stir of a mouse, not a noise to be heard, kinda hard when all the children just happened to die on Christmas eve, perishing yes but it was like a present really looking at it another way. A lot of incidents were foretold for the future but spoken of in the past or present today…what were you doing this November 23? Maybe you will be or plan to be involved in a couple of them? Thats it for me for a while now....I swear to you...you'd have to be absolutely nuts not to be as crazy as me...I set all those stages too..lying through my teeth none of you have anything to do with me..they all involved me and a few mad friends of mine... I said I didn't commit crimes back there after I admitted to doing them and getting into trouble...thats because another me sometimes takes over and answers for me and he's honest about the things I sometimes go off denying...
Ah chrome again...like and endless mademoiselle of the strings..
That tie all this words together under one name and title...
Yes you heard me, kill the cantomime, end the eulogy to evil but not before one more hilarious round. You see, there was this stupid bitch who made love to me, adored me when I was younger, but y'know I got a bit sick of her and y'know yourself, the rest of it. Saw another lady letting out her confess, saw the dumb cunt coming round the corner and let the idiot before me in advance but showed resist. My old bird went barmy on her and it was seen by all in the class..a show of hands had her expelled..and that was the end of me and her...the perfect excuse...
...I can see the ambulance now...they want to re-admit me...
But upon my Pegasus I've been pegging for quite a while now I will fly..cheering..as cheerful as a schoolboy and escape them...and you...what of you, yes you listening to my listed bullfuckshittery as I am on eyes so glittery...it doesn't make you all jittery...
...you haven't got any friends do you? Come on, grip on...
Then I'll let go..I'll ride the horse still..you'll just fall...bewitched body outline language will be left behind..perhaps even running away...