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So as something of a preface to the following let me just say that it has been an extraordinary (in both positive and negative ways) period of weeks since I last punched together something to share with the webs’ people. I had a few challenges about a month and a half back which resulted in my being asked to write a divorce letter to my “disease:….but not the quintessential “goodbye forever drugs” – but rather, towards however I envisioned that sickness which had driven me to be were it to wear a physical form. The suave smooth talking salesman, a blundering and demanding gargoyle, a bad ass mans man with a beard, a sexy woman teasing and seducing….whatever form i chose.

Hey baby you sexy thing,

Hey brother you filthy rock star.

Thank you for the stories,

Those staggering rides up with the comets,

Them epic nights rolling without pause into endless days.

Damn but we fucked well and,

Damn we sped past those pathetic sheep on the streets,

Damn we were a fireball of excitement,

A hurricane of insanity.

My sweet goddess of sin,

My destroying titan of hatred.

You blessed me,

You cursed me,

It’s time to walk away,

Sky, John, off with you and your false matrimony,

Off with this slavers collar on my finger,

Just like you spit in my face when the fun was done,

Feel the scornful gaze that your wisdom brought so many I once loved to cast upon me.

Sky, my lovely succubi, take your sinfully beautiful body,

Those promises of impossibly intense bliss that would never end,

Taste the disgust you draped me in before all I encountered.

My gruesome and powerful spirit,

My depiction of remorse,

Of emotion to be understood and chased,

My devil-may-caresofuckitallandwatchtheworldburn charmer,

John, even when you convinced me that I was doing something positive,

Always those that I wanted to hurt the least caught the brunt.

You made loving tantamount to self-inflicted emotional trauma,

Never again.

You both served your purpose, goodbye.

I divorce myself from my past including you.

From the present wherein my personality is lost in yours and all I can see and be seen as is as you made me,

From the future of which I know little,

With this freedom,

I embrace myself again to stand tall and walk with purpose and confidence to something brighter.

Where the voices are new,

The suggestions more pure,

Life lived more passionately instead of intensely.

-S