sickseed...posts are enigmatic, intelligent and at times downright humorous

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here's sample:
"Time spent in the trenches of life reveals that some people are simply incapable of textbook love. They just don't know what fidelity is. These men & women are not victims of former heartache, nor are they pitiable sociopaths. They are naturally colour-blind to certain shades of emotion. They will live their unexamined lives happily without ever having to justify their extramarital affairs or connect any consequent fallout to their lecherous ways.
Personally, I've stopped judging them & I ask that they be given blanket immunity from such by the rest of you.
They still have a lot to give, so take them into your arms & let them into your hearts, for a short while.
Leave forever to mountains & rock."
"Given the chance, I'd take your body away from you and leave your soul intact yet untethered, fleshless, hovering over the good earth like a cloud of vapour, like derelict ether bent on self-harm with no means of delivery. Look at you now; powerless, expanding and contracting with the elements, thinned and then pressurized like paltry gas in a cylinder too vast to compromise. Heat and cold bind your movement, check your thoughts; your will reduced to a Ping-Pong polarity.
And here's your guiltless body, safe with me, the damage reversing toward full recovery. The arms sway with the wind like willows in trance, feet tapping in rain like a B&W memory. The skin heals and recants its servitude to pain—your ownership gone—the fingers, now innocent, beseech me to dance and I do."
"Kids are sweet. They can be distracted by the simplest things: yogurt tubes,
Fruit Gushers, Robitussin. Washable tattoos & odd-shaped stickers clumsily
slapped over their faces in play. Pretend camping in the living room with mom
bellowing an imitation of thunder from the couch as she flickers the lamp on
& off to pencil-in the edges of a dream. Flashlight & giggles burst from inside
their tent of thrills & all that is lost is found again more brilliant than before.
Benign pandemonium leading to grilled cheese & Tropicana.
Daddy needs death & dismemberment to stay amused."
"Crime's good.
Medical's akin to opening a tub of yogurt that rolled under the deck last summer.
Nature is one nasty-ass whore."