Posted at 11:56 PM
You are entering the white room, that is the password. You can leave all your hang-ups at the door now. Because this is the white room. My asylum. And you are welcome… Look at all you pretty people walking past my eyes. The room is getting smaller. There’s a bright light deep inside. My toes are curling upwards And my toes have left my feet. They took away my velvet chair. My name is obsolete. Good heavens! I don’t know how you got here; Did you sneak inside my head? Or did you say a few swear words, And sneak under my bed? Look! A huge, fat pilow. Come on, lay your mind. Lay it on my crooked thoughts And see what fun you find. Oh hell! We can get wicked, amuck and in ecstasy. Delicious, angelic, innocent and in naivete. You are entering the white room. Nothing but pleasure, nothing but pressure. No earth! No gravity! No pain! No enmity! Our bodies on the red. You’ve shown me that secret weapon That shoots my fears all dead. This is the white room. My asylum. And you are welcome… >>> I wrote this little entry as an opening for a book I am planning to publish in the near future. The content is all finished, save for a few pages that should be included in every book (acknowledgement, dedication, epilogue, etc.)
Rant and Rave
