  long black paint on my short finger nails.... big, pulsating lines of depth under the windows to my soul. Two of them. And the candy cane children frolic among their many christmas presents like happy little truths right down to their very souls. and I sit here with long dark brown strands of truth covering my eyes for the first time in a while. but they don't cover my cheeks. Just my eyes. and I sit here typing my epistles to an apostle of satan and she does not want to read, but it is her job. and her duty to the dark king. and i feel unworthy, as I should, being simply a truth covered mound of skin, with peircing emeralds and sapphire sheilds. And the b of the erricy named my middle scyth on my left hand cum dumpster. And I named him ghiradelli. and we all lived happily ever after like the 3 truths, exempify, mr cotten, and amazing, but only exemplify has the monster of truth.
And candy cane children will be candy cane love slaves. and I am looking at long tan ugly, unessecary things that sprout from the knot on either end of my arm, and they have black at the ends. and my eyebrows tell lies, and when on of a speicies loves, and conquers, and gives pleasure and desire to one of the same speicies, they are run out of town with pitchforks and tennis rackets.
and they speak to me because I am no one. are you no one too? They'll banish us you know. how boring like a frog, to tell your name the live long day to an admiring bog.... and I passed up a chance to save the world today, but not to go get coffee with some murderers... and the world is going back to the way it once was, about 40 or 50 years ago, when your parents become children, and stop loving one another when the male speicies breaks the female's doll. And the beautiful people who only fuck the other beautiful people and then are run out and banished for it.
And mine, we'll call him "Mr. Cotten" and my other, we'll call her "exemplify". they are going to be raped and killed, because they fuck the others. Exemplify fucks the truth, and Mr cotten fucks lies... but they are them selves. and never again will he be able to suck in the shining glory... the liquor that I"ve never gotten to taste, but would, most willingly. and in my mind i think like an impatient man with a remote control changing the channel every decond looking for a program that never existed. shh. Just listen. .redwhiteblackreality 
