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I have another interesting piece that I wrote when my mind was distorted. I bet you can figure how when you read it. The interesting thing is that I wrote it in a twisted state while I was thinking of another time that I had been twisted. So this is like the discription of a description of a trip.

Interestingly, I hadn't noticed all of the sexual imagery until very recently. As I said, I was psychadelic when I wrote it, so I can imagine how these symbols might escape me.

Here it is:

I am the candyman.

I can melt down your spine and into your stomache, where something churns and begs to be released. Hold it in. My candy is brewing. The heat is unbearable, but when it is done, the world will sway to your pulse. Out and in. Colors blend and blur. You can see everything at once. But can you comprehend it? Trapped in a bubble of poison and sugar. You are my friend. You are my pet. Dance to the rhythm of an unmelodic trance. Music playing backwards. Time slipping in and out. Slow...fast. You feel liquid. You want to explode. You want to take my hand, but you cant have it. I am done here. Next time, do it yourself.

I am the candyman.

I took that out of a notebook filled with weird drawings and writing. I put it on my myspace blog and never really liked it after that. As I reread it a few years later, I really like it.

Lemme know.