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Ode to Mrs Rat |
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| Home Page | "In
beauty there is truth, in truth beauty."
In you, my lovely lady I find the truth. For your beauty dazzles my feeble senses and weak eyes. Your simple devotion is one truth. My need for you is another. Outside of mathematics there are few absolute truths aside from my unbreakable love for you. Ode to Mrs.
Rat WRITTEN WHILE I WAS ALONE IN HELLTOWN I have seen the swarming female hordes of Helltown. Younger ones nattering and yattering, the older ones lounging around the pubs in their bucolic contentment. Some with vast breasts, others with piston like legs, their crafty tattoos and slingback sandals. At the same time their flesh being universally scorched to a livid lobster red in the unfamiliar sunshine. They feed my eyes for a split second and are gone as so many ghosts of possibility. There`s nothing to tempt me beyond eye candy. Mrs. Rat, you define my sexuality. Without you I am a dried out husk, a voyeuristic nonentity. You give me desire, you feed my long dormant passions. You are feeling and form for me. I love you in a place beyond good and evil. You give reason to an unreasonable life. You are my life. Thank you so much. September 1st 2002Death will tear everything and everyone we love from us in the end. The further you push the envelope the fewer of those who surround you will be there to celebrate the fact. This is not cruel or hard, just the random blows and impartial edicts of what some refer to as God and others accept as reality without the need for anthropomorphic additions and after life fables that serve only to marginally sweeten death’s rancid draught. Treasure those you love while they are still there for you to be able to. All too soon you will be alone. |
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