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In No Sense

Discussion in 'BoM Blogs' started by Iku-Turso, Jun 30, 2008.

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    Vacant I, void of thought or knowledge. In no sense. Innocence. Peaced it together. No strings attached. I glued it. In the frozen barren wastes of my mind...

    ...vacant. Waiting. In your Norman Bates motel. Haunted by the ghosts of my...mother? (Don't go into the basement now!) But no. It wasn't me. Physiology overdrive; it was my body. I remember pounding his head on the floor, but carefully, only his forehead, not to break it. Only as a lesson. For what you get if you go bullying smaller kids. I remember how it got into fighting, but I don't remember how it got into that situation, me pounding his forehead onto the floor. "Thou..shalt...not...pick...on...weaker...kids...than...thee!"

    Years later some other people dragged him on the road behind their car strangled from his neck with a garden hose. He didn't die. Nobody deserves that. No body. No matter what you did? No matter what I did. It wasn't me beating the poor sod up, it was my body back then, all those years ago. My flesh and blood. Boiling.
     
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