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The power of words
is all I have.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
TOTAL PATTERNLOCK
>>> I am excited beyond words More than I have ever been about anything in my life More than I have ever hoped The confluence of events, the timing the pain and loss reframed as the unique configuration required to bring me to this point >>> I am old skool wholesome Anne of Green Gables ridiculous butterflies shy boygirl excited This year the story of my life makes a profound and wonderful turn Gives me the big ending I've been waiting for Now I can finally understand and write the story Dopamine Junkie, Domina Jane Die >>>>>> Close the Loop >>> He heard me and found me, you see. He read Target Frequency and knew it was me who conjured him, knew it was me calling him out with every word I wrote. He's across the world. But it is him. I know it. How can you know??? They all ask. How *do* you know, he asked of me. So I says to him, I says: >>>>> A strong voice declares What is Know? This is divine Gnosis you and i When have I ever shook with want? When have I ever let the ache take me over this way? There are no substitutes This is recognition. The battleground you speak of is the wasteland within littered with broken pieces of heart and hope exhausted by a lifetime of want and waste and wait I am designed for many purposes Built muse-like to inspire and invoke To alchemize pain, to exalt the sublime Voice, skin, ear, shoulder, mouth, hair, tongue A conduit, a translator for thought, word and action What do you sense of our future? What is being created, transformed and exalted between us now, in the ethers, on the grid our thoughts and forces reaching across land and sea to entertwine in a way our bodies and lips and limbs cannot? All these flowing incantations of word and thought In fear of hope, I might've turned away How silly to think he might have answered my call Did my words really do my bidding? And the truth within me answers, they always do your bidding. I bless you with my need and my desire I offer you something thicker than what the others call love. I wrap you in these words, in these thoughts and intentions Infuse them with prana and ch'i I banish your loneliness with an infinite smile >>>>>>> The double helix, the Moebius embrace The entangled system, the sum across all worldlines Music and word in infinite marriage He is alive and sparkling at me across the web of quanta He is in the UK. I am in the US. But that doesn't stop the fierce want Not even the dense British fog can cool my ardor, whoops, ardour. How to describe the feeling -- I have been trying to reach him through all my past lives on the Time Loop Once I was a snail, once he was a tree -- we tried our best to reach, that lifetime But were hindered by circumstance of our incarnations But fuckit, not this time, I am not losing him this time This time I broadcast and he heard This time I spun as fast as I could and created a g-force strong enough to pull him to me Across the ocean, transcontinental, across the ethers All powers of hope, faith, magick, energy, ki and ch'i have been deployed to arm this long dormant artifact within me It has come glowing to life... Thicker than love More infinite than sex More urgent than Eggy We walked together in Bristol earlier this year I said something, he fired right back "You don't miss a beat, do you?" I said. "Everything is beats." He said. We stopped in the middle of a sidewalk And the sweetest softest deepest kiss ensued Before we reclasped hands and walked on. More than Love. More than Soul Mates. Total fucking Patternlock.
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