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"Ha,Ha,HAH....("And so the dead tongue
sang"-backwards masked)
"We rode to the great divide. Down
rock and rubble, we flew inside (throat
clearing rites)."
"Down rock and rubble we flew inside to
the depths of the crusty mantle;
to the crossroads of the verticle and the
horizontal. And spirits grew where weeds
had grown inside the moist and oily loam.
And at the spot our steed had steered,
the hell Baron Samedi appeared...
And rose from the muddy mire and mist,
he granted us one final wish...
Only if we as intruders of the middle
could give him an answer to his final
riddle. When we could illuminate these
infinite nights. Then he could administer
us our final rites "His riddle never has
an answer. It eats away at sense, like cancer.
It burns like acid thru the soul
And leaves a gaping breathless hole
In Charons boat we always row
For the mystery, you'll never know
And you'll never recieve my final
wish, for you'll always be sleeping
with the fishes....
With the vengeance of Jezebel- a
baby fell from the sky- it learned
her mothers curse 'Keep dagger,
spike and sword adorned for
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'...
'and use those weapons without hesitation,
for you, like me, are governed by
hereditaryies legislation.'
"My hot blood is a furious sap
you shared while inside my womb
unwrapped. It leaves a code stuck
in your head. It's words are sticky
hot and red. Its in your nerves;
its on your tongue. The same holds
true for everyone. It shouts a call;
it animates your elan vital.
"Its an originating birthday favor;
however it only accounts for part
of your behavior. Prior to birth this
gift was pre-composed to act as
latently pre-disposed of what the
present can never know for sure
A genetic trap you must endure
"And the foetus stuck in the pit of
my belly like ulcers on fire...A
lung from a cross made of twisted
barbed wire.

Lucia Joyce

Story of the Eye

>>13233478
Joyce's Schizophrenic daughter, preferably dressed up as a fish as she is in pic related