riprabbit

“Something’s wrong.”

Sacred Geometry

Journal page from exactly one year ago.

I was just fantasizing about going to an abandoned house next door. One with the satan spray paint all over the walls and blacked out windows. On the 50’s carpet would lay five tools of wood and metal. I would call a friend and joke about which of the long tubed vessels were the prettiest. All but one are some degree are loaded. They wouldn’t know this, though. Perhaps I would wear white like how they dress the pretty girls in the movies. The ones waiting for the camera to stain them in red.

I caught myself this time. Re-reading this page. Humming the pages mantra. Another fantasy that will add to the cycle of conditioning. Another fantasy. Allowing those around who wish me into submission to win.