The Wicked

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I AM your resident Zombie Queen..
“I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. There’s not a lot that isn’t dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through love’s howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiders’s jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.” ~ Henry Rollins.
I became insane... With long intervals of horrible sanity." -Edgar Allen Poe
Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.Eddie Vedder ::::: GuatanteedOn bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe...Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul And so it goes...Don't come closer or I'll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you...Everyone I come across, in cages they bought They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts I'm alive...Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead Overhead...Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me Guaranteed