Thursday, June 17, 2010

Skeptic Moulding

The Truth
to question
is to
advance

to be
merely
still
requires
no
intelligence

belief
in
anything
requires
kinesis

laws
can
be
broken

laws
resurrected

belief
skepticism

all worthless
to the sacred
all worthless
when never
learned

The Truth
is
out
there

We will
find
it

won't we
Mulder?

Skeptic Mourning

Truth
in science
is
overrated

Truth
listens
to
all disciplines

the
art
of
the
mind

brainwaves
cells
IQ
testing

science
incomplete
science
weary
not
science
redundant
yet
science
shyly

boldly
limitedly

thus
science
unsuccessfully
tightens
the
knots

Truth
knows
no elite
no race
no poverty
nor disgrace

no
killer
nor
saviour
only
amorphous

The
truth
between bone
and blood
and flesh
is but
one
word

soul
mind
belief

all
corner
truth

dangerous
dangerous
dangerous
be open-minded

the truth
is
out
there

Truth Seeking

There is a truth
that is out there
maybe
quietly
noisily
right out
in the open

bruised
like
a bone
protruding
out
of
flesh

the truth
out
in
on
someone's
flesh

be
it
victim
predator
seeker
witness

the truth
is
quite
absolute
and
varied
the
truth
likes
different
jars

to
hold
it
can
be
contagious

the
truth

the
truth

dangerous
dangerous
dangerous
all worth it

the truth
is
out
there

This Glass

We look at each other.

I could have killed him
I was restless to do it now...
I could have killed him...
This glass is between us...

I can kill him...

But this glass is between us...

What has been offered in return of his life? - For me the sanitarium; the nut-case as they would clearly put it. But they won't keep me here for long.

I will come after you.
I will destroy you.
Your reward for capturing me.

How did you catch me?
How could you catch me?
How is it so possible to do so?
You are just an ordinary man
Just one ordinary man
How were you able to catch me more than with normal deftness...?

I have never had a train of thought like this. You imbecile. You fox. You are rightly named.

I look away.

I will get you Fox Mulder.

I can kill him...

But this glass is between us...

With You

Lightning. Thunder. Incarceration. Rip. Rip. EAT. EAT. YUMMM.

“ Hey Victor Tooms – you ok in there?”

Yellow, to deep blue – I feel, “ Yes.”

“ Oh Ok – lights out now – have a good night…”

Good night. Good dinner. Good Liver…good…good…hrgghh…

Growl. That bastard. That bastard. If he hadn’t caught me. I would be in my nest right now…Sleeping…happy…comfortable…

That man ruined everything. That man with dark hair. He looked too uninterestingly common. Uninteresting pleasant.

It was the woman I had wanted. Yes. The one called Scully. Why would I not? She must die. To have her would be – Victorious.
She caught me – that one. She made me come out. ARGGGGGGGHHHHHH THEN SHE CAME – DESECRATED MY NEST – I DESIRED HER LIVER – HER NECKLACE MY TROPHY NOT EARNED!!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!!!

I punched the soft wall. I am here. They say I am insane. To these cattle. I am.

Mulder. Fox. Like a fox. Clever. She had the red hair. Her name should be fox. Clever. Clever. Silky Hair. Hmmmm. Clever. Tasty Skin. Clever. Intelligent.

You know what I am and it does not scare you – not
one bit.

Impressive. Let’s see how you not scream one bit when I rip it out of your pretty fleshy bones and EAT!

Eat. Eat. No Wait.

Impressive. Delicious. Moist. Wet. Sweaty. Slender. Moan. Yellow. Kiss. Tongue. Shoving. Pushing. Hard. Hardness. Entering. Capturing.

Suddenly I feel all tired. My body – it has erupted. My dim yellow.

Maybe. Fox. Maybe. With
you. For once