One born every minute
You were selling a fantasy
I was not even in the market
promises of a dream get away like I have always wanted
I bought the most expensive package on installments after your pitch
you failed to mention this was a time share
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@lillysoque
One born every minute
You were selling a fantasy
I was not even in the market
promises of a dream get away like I have always wanted
I bought the most expensive package on installments after your pitch
you failed to mention this was a time share
I am not alright
so I will write
until it feels right
that only me is left
-Lilly Soque
Escape is an artform
I have removed the physical restraints which have been used historically as a means of my control
Left with only the invisible hooks that were planted in some distant past
Growing slowly in the recesses of my mind blooming into my subconscious to prevent my exit and pull me back
Doomed to forever fulfill the whims of the greedy
Servitude now disguised as choice
Choice made through fear and despair
Illusionary freewill
I fight the will being thrust on to my own
Violently forcing aside liberty
Reaching for what is lost when the mind is breeched and robbed of any sense of self or uniqueness
sanity and discerning the origins of thoughts ideas and actions
Slipping
Sourcing the cause of desires and deeds
Losing
I can feel the hooks pulling me I know they are there
Reeling me back to the net which I escaped
the tide tosses me to and fro sweeping me farther out away from the net
Away from the net is not equal to freedom
Away from the net is only a new kind of slavery
The tide can not carry me very far anyway
The hooks are there to pull me back
-Lilly Soque
“I have this weird, incurable disease that seems like it’s from outer space, but my health’s the best it’s been in a while, Two nights ago, I went out for the first time since Dec. 23: I don’t look so bad under incandescent light, but I look scary under daylight. Garbo and Dietrich hid away just because people became so upset watching them age, but this is worse. Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm: they cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral. Morgellons is a slow, unpredictable killer — a terrorist disease: it will blow up one of your organs, leaving you in bed for a year. But I have a tremendous will to live: I’ve been through another pandemic — I’m a polio survivor, so I know how conservative the medical body can be. In America, the Morgellons is always diagnosed as “delusion of parasites,” and they send you to a psychiatrist. I’m actually trying to get out of the music business to battle for Morgellons sufferers to receive the credibility that’s owed to them.”
—
Joni Mitchell regarding her Morgellons condition
Finally, thanks to our phones we’re becoming the cryptids we truly are inside.
I've been telling people the morgellons is making me mutate. So, yeah... it's F'ing awesome being right about that ... FML #WTF
Suspending
disbelief
to avoid
Existing in bliss
Obtained through pursuit of ignorance
resulting in confusion of mind
Allowing erosion of will
ending at destruction of soul.
-Lilly Soque