Post by witheredflesh on Jul 19, 2012 22:35:52 GMT -5
The DREAD Files
“Surprise, astonishment -- Elevation of the eyebrows -- Opening the mouth -- Protrusion of the lips -- Gestures accompanying surprise -- Admiration -- Fear -- Terror -- Erection of the hair -- Contraction of the platysma muscle -- Dilatation of the pupils -- Horror -- Conclusion.”
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What are you afraid of?
“Surprise, astonishment -- Elevation of the eyebrows -- Opening the mouth -- Protrusion of the lips -- Gestures accompanying surprise -- Admiration -- Fear -- Terror -- Erection of the hair -- Contraction of the platysma muscle -- Dilatation of the pupils -- Horror -- Conclusion.”
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What are you afraid of?
“My eyes bedazzled, I can’t find release;
I look at the upside for my sense of peace.”
Clowns? The dark? Enclosed spaces? Death? Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said: “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”. How very right he was. It’s elementary when you truly think about it….and frighteningly true.
“My soul is yearning for something at least,
My soul’s discerning, but my mind has ceased.”
Modern society is built upon eras of fear, rising from creeping within tenebrous caves with blistered feet, our nakedness clothed in thick veils of darkness, to shying away beneath linen in luxury dwellings, sealed in dark rooms with the futuristic glow of a red LED light in a plastic box on the wall winking assurances of “protection” by the virtue of an alarm system.
“I’m sweeping locusts, but I don’t feel aggrieved,
The sun keeps setting in my eyes, but I feel deceived.”
Trepidation is primal, it pervades our minds, haunting us with burgeoning wails and turning our stomachs with its sharp, tapered fingers. It suffocates you delicately, like drowning in a sea of silk, weightless, trapped, helpless…….You see, FDR was right, all “we have to fear is fear itself”, but when fear is a part of us in a world we see from within, we’re forced to be afraid of the one person we can truly trust. The greatest fear of all is the fear we have of ourselves.
“I look at the upside, but find myself asleep,
There’s so little margin in death and how you sleep.”
They called me unstable. They called me psychotic. “Deluded from reality….beyond counselling…” I thought I knew fear when I stared in the mirror and saw my eyes boil into a viscous sludge, or when all my meals saw the juicy fluids of my meat coalesce into a puddle of blood and the fibres of meat turn into the mottled, withered flesh of a child. But the worst was yet to come, and I was yet to discover that man’s greatest asset is control; mastery of the mind, and once it’s compromised or forcibly taken away, fear reigns supreme.
“I’m so sick of sickness now,
Should I relearn how to bow?”
There is nothing more terrifying than a man’s own mind, especially when he loses control of it. Have you heard of thorazine? Do you know what it does? Thorazine is an antipsychotic that can induce – for lack of a better term – acute apathy; a chemical lobotomy. It destroys the subject’s capacity for love and passion, effectively shutting down the frontal lobes in the case of extreme side effects, and this is exactly what happened to me. My lips tightened, my nostrils flared and my eyes widened and deadened; empty on the inside, lifeless on the outside. My mind screamed a thousand pleas for mercy from the isolation, but it couldn’t penetrate the thick walls of my internal prison, and my blunted senses shut out any providence, any consciousness…any control. So I faltered, and gave way to emptiness and dread.
“Red Lightning strikes, and I fall again,
The inquest’s fake, so I’ll die again.”
But then, on the brink of hopelessness, I squeezed through the tight neck of sedated womb. I swept away the fog of lethargy, and when it cleared, there were two of us; polar opposites made one in the same. One man the epitome of clear-cut, logical thinking and action, a man of deadly precision and panache, the other a frenzied conglomerate of delusion, hysteria and masochism, yin and yang….suits and ties to pins and needles.
“I sit and wait for the morning sun’s critique,
My wits are frazzled, I’ve become a freak!”
I haven’t come to marshall the masses under a banner of transparent patriotism or fake, self-aggrandising morals, nor have I arrived to proclaim my inherent superiority over other athletes in a pitiful venture to massage my ego with millions of beady eyes all watching. You see, I don’t need a fan club, nor do I need to pseudo-masterbate with a camera lens. I’ve come here with one simple purpose, I want you to know fear. But don’t be mistaken, I don’t want you to be afraid of me…far from it, in fact. I had an epiphany upon emerging from my thorazine haze, and because of it, I want everyone to learn to fear themselves. I want to make you terrified of yourself, terrified of what you’re capable of doing….terrified of what you can become. I live in that fear every day, vacillating between the fringes of cold logic, dressed in social decorum and a suit and the throes of a world of sadistic hallucinations and self-gratifying violence. And soon, very soon Thy WWE, when I come to your doorstep, you’re going to learn fear yourselves, because we have nothing to fear but the constraints or lack thereof, of our own minds. But isn’t that the scariest thing of all?
“We all have something we’d like to change about ourselves,
The trick is to prevent it from consuming you…..”
[/size][/font][/center]I look at the upside for my sense of peace.”
Clowns? The dark? Enclosed spaces? Death? Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said: “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”. How very right he was. It’s elementary when you truly think about it….and frighteningly true.
“My soul is yearning for something at least,
My soul’s discerning, but my mind has ceased.”
Modern society is built upon eras of fear, rising from creeping within tenebrous caves with blistered feet, our nakedness clothed in thick veils of darkness, to shying away beneath linen in luxury dwellings, sealed in dark rooms with the futuristic glow of a red LED light in a plastic box on the wall winking assurances of “protection” by the virtue of an alarm system.
“I’m sweeping locusts, but I don’t feel aggrieved,
The sun keeps setting in my eyes, but I feel deceived.”
Trepidation is primal, it pervades our minds, haunting us with burgeoning wails and turning our stomachs with its sharp, tapered fingers. It suffocates you delicately, like drowning in a sea of silk, weightless, trapped, helpless…….You see, FDR was right, all “we have to fear is fear itself”, but when fear is a part of us in a world we see from within, we’re forced to be afraid of the one person we can truly trust. The greatest fear of all is the fear we have of ourselves.
“I look at the upside, but find myself asleep,
There’s so little margin in death and how you sleep.”
They called me unstable. They called me psychotic. “Deluded from reality….beyond counselling…” I thought I knew fear when I stared in the mirror and saw my eyes boil into a viscous sludge, or when all my meals saw the juicy fluids of my meat coalesce into a puddle of blood and the fibres of meat turn into the mottled, withered flesh of a child. But the worst was yet to come, and I was yet to discover that man’s greatest asset is control; mastery of the mind, and once it’s compromised or forcibly taken away, fear reigns supreme.
“I’m so sick of sickness now,
Should I relearn how to bow?”
There is nothing more terrifying than a man’s own mind, especially when he loses control of it. Have you heard of thorazine? Do you know what it does? Thorazine is an antipsychotic that can induce – for lack of a better term – acute apathy; a chemical lobotomy. It destroys the subject’s capacity for love and passion, effectively shutting down the frontal lobes in the case of extreme side effects, and this is exactly what happened to me. My lips tightened, my nostrils flared and my eyes widened and deadened; empty on the inside, lifeless on the outside. My mind screamed a thousand pleas for mercy from the isolation, but it couldn’t penetrate the thick walls of my internal prison, and my blunted senses shut out any providence, any consciousness…any control. So I faltered, and gave way to emptiness and dread.
“Red Lightning strikes, and I fall again,
The inquest’s fake, so I’ll die again.”
But then, on the brink of hopelessness, I squeezed through the tight neck of sedated womb. I swept away the fog of lethargy, and when it cleared, there were two of us; polar opposites made one in the same. One man the epitome of clear-cut, logical thinking and action, a man of deadly precision and panache, the other a frenzied conglomerate of delusion, hysteria and masochism, yin and yang….suits and ties to pins and needles.
“I sit and wait for the morning sun’s critique,
My wits are frazzled, I’ve become a freak!”
I haven’t come to marshall the masses under a banner of transparent patriotism or fake, self-aggrandising morals, nor have I arrived to proclaim my inherent superiority over other athletes in a pitiful venture to massage my ego with millions of beady eyes all watching. You see, I don’t need a fan club, nor do I need to pseudo-masterbate with a camera lens. I’ve come here with one simple purpose, I want you to know fear. But don’t be mistaken, I don’t want you to be afraid of me…far from it, in fact. I had an epiphany upon emerging from my thorazine haze, and because of it, I want everyone to learn to fear themselves. I want to make you terrified of yourself, terrified of what you’re capable of doing….terrified of what you can become. I live in that fear every day, vacillating between the fringes of cold logic, dressed in social decorum and a suit and the throes of a world of sadistic hallucinations and self-gratifying violence. And soon, very soon Thy WWE, when I come to your doorstep, you’re going to learn fear yourselves, because we have nothing to fear but the constraints or lack thereof, of our own minds. But isn’t that the scariest thing of all?
“We all have something we’d like to change about ourselves,
The trick is to prevent it from consuming you…..”
