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eaten by the six sided monster i found comfort in its' digestive juices slowly dissolving everything that was real and unreal, the fiber of my being was peeled back layer by layer until the binding of reality was frayed, then the unreal becomes the real, the insight becomes the lack there of, wherein lies the comfort

wallowing in the pools of this unreality brought comfort, brought substitute satisfaction, brought the realization that the monster was not growing but shrinking as its' growth is inward

the monster is a ravenous thing, reveling in it's consuming existence. as the monster shrinks and contracts and alters reality, it craves the existence of others

moments of insight are fleeting like flashes of old photos and childhood memories of dirty magazines in your fathers closet ...the space inside the monster ever shrinking, the walls pressing against the remainder of reality and my being writhing in the comforting membrane of unreal reality, a tare of insight

a moment of vision through the void in the membrane that exposes the true nature of the monster, i thrust the remainder of my former self at the void making myself ever so small reaching foward toward altered memories, snapshots of my former self, and false feelings of good and triumph

the monster weakens but tightens its' grasp in its weakness like any animal much more dangerous when threatened it defends its' unreality by spinning webs of alternating good and evil defying the act of separating the two, until both are interwoven with the unreality itself, sewing at the void, healing itself

but it is too late

reality leaks through this scar

the inside of the monster is filled with the taste of good beer and the after sex smoke, not just memories but remembering the sounds of life beyond the six sides of the monster, the smells and tastes, and sounds bring with them insight beyond normal reality

true insight is the monsters poison

in a final effort to collapse itself upon my being it is willing to sacrifice its very existence for the act of consuming, so the true nature of the monster is revealed, it is a self destructive thing

someone once said what doesn't kill us makes us stronger

my friend the six sided monster waits for you
copyright © 1999 Joel (the seer)

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