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Blatant barnyard and meaty musk dominate the aromatics of this Southern Rhone classic, as deep dark concentrated fruit, unsweetened black licorice, moderate tobacco presence and dry green herbs mingle with one another upon the palate. With poetically rounded, soft tannins that grip wonderfully all the way thorough a lengthy finish; this Chateauneuf-du-Pape gives me faith that great modern day wine making still exists. Keep Drinking and Keep Believing.
A FELLOW’S GRIEVANCE ; 18+ for mature audiences.
“Why do the rains that fall upon me pour in such violent shades of color?”
I roam, barely recognizing my newfound reality as all of my energy is fixated upon seduction and gain. I move forward and throughout the saturated midnight streets without hesitation, lurking and scoping my surroundings for fulfilling opportunity and wholesome prey. (It all started with a seductress that went by the name “Johanna.”) Red Leather-Red Lipstick: Lips wielding RED THOUGHTS.
Riding.
Kissing.
Spanking.
BITING.
“OH, THE BITING.” A couple of drinks at “Lens” after receiving my tantalizing treatment from my red, shiny seductress Johanna and I am intoxicated, yearning for more. These overwhelming, animalistic feelings consume me, causing me to step outside, into the open. I must have fallen into some sort of trance, finding myself standing alone in a dank alleyway filled with vile disgust, having no recollection of ever leaving “Lens.”
“Had I been drugged?”
“Why was I having a lapse of mind? Was I still ‘Me’?”
I could feel such uneasiness and taunting rage filling my insides and hovering all around my confused existence as I stared up into the still night’s sky within my state of malicious mania, contemplating the disturbing thought that the feelings I was feeling were permanent, FOREVER. [TO LIVE FOREVER WOULD MEAN HAVING COMPLETE KNOWLEDGE OF ALL, ALLOWING ONE TO INDULGE WITHIN ENDLESS SENSUALITY FOR CENTURIES TO COME.]
Visions of Roman Emperors fucking and pillaging and Jesus dying for all our sins ran through my bewildered mind as I began to search for helpless souls driven by an uncontrollable, ravenous desire and instinct to feed and inflict pain. Oh, how the pain consumes me, whispers to me, commanding me towards a middle-aged woman whose whole body quivers with appetizing submissiveness.
“MAKE THIS PAIN GO WAY!” I pleaded to God for the discomfort to end. But it had only begun. Like a thrust of untamed adrenaline, I claimed the helpless woman’s innocence and fragile being, watching the river begin to flow from her punctured jugular as I took in my temporary relief to try and soothe my ballistic hunger.
To rip the flesh and feed from the innocent within this “state of being” is the only way, as the conflict between despising or admiring my newfound EMOTION makes me grin maniacally. (I can start to hear a voice.)
“You have a choice, my son. You can end all of this now and still have a chance for eternal forgiveness, or you can continue to feed “THE EMOTION” until it engulfs your total being and it becomes too late to escape.”
The astonishing speed and agility I execute rampaging the homeless up and down countless dank alleyways fills me, BECOMES me. I am everywhere and I can’t bear to acknowledge what I have truly become.
“All the strong will come together and I am now corrupt flesh, a form of Serpentine Madness that is no longer deniable.”
“GIVE ME THE FUCKING ALTAR!” 52nd St. I stare at a lonely old man as he lies upon a park bench without a care. Women are what I yearn for, but I must continue to feed and fill “THE EMOTION” at all costs. I view my still surroundings hypnotically, as my ravaging desire builds more and more unsympathetically inside of me.
[THE MAN. SETTLE FOR THE LONESOME MAN WHO WAITS TO BE PUT OUT OF HIS MISERY. CONSUME HIM.]
Step by step, I draw closer, smelling the man’s mortal fragrance as I stand over him, anticipating the moment when my craving will subside to a level I can cope with. NOW IT WILL HAPPEN.
“Freeze! Police! Put your hands on your head now!”
The undercover police officer barked like a terrified animal, as I could feel the fear inside of him, hearing him think to himself whether or not God was watching over him, protecting him from all demons and if he would ever see his peaceful, sleeping family again.The officer only remained still for a moment before unleashing his commendable onslaught of aggression upon me with impressive accuracy as I fell upon the frigid ground, unprepared for the burning that invaded my body so profoundly. There was bleeding, but no long-lasting ache as I rested still, waiting for my nemesis to load another magazine into his inferior protection and move closer. I rose in a cinematic flash, grabbing the lawful fool within a grasp of furious power and angst that made him piss himself and buckle like a trapeze artist who horribly misses his mark. (From behind, I could feel someone admiring me.)
“You’re new to these parts, aren’t you, sir?”
I released my grip upon the deceased officer’s famished body, turning my attention to a lone slender man standing just a few feet behind me.
“Don’t you think that you’re being a bit hasty with your actions, fine sir? You don’t even know this neighborhood.” The lone slender man spoke again as I could feel the undeniable anger rise higher and higher inside of me. The stranger began making his way closer towards me.
“What do you want from these people anyways, besides their lives, sir? There has to be a greater meaning to all of this, beyond the madness?”
“LET ME BE!” I barked like a scared, caged animal.The tall man continued to move my way, causing me to convulse with bewilderment.
“Why don’t you end my misery, sir?” The tall slender man was within handshaking distance, calm and collected.
“LET ME BE!” My voice rose with extreme ferocity.
“Why don’t you end my misery, sir? Take my life. DO IT.”
I lunged forward to make the slender man pay for his taunting, make him plead for mercy within his last dying breath, but what transpired was quite the opposite. (I was left for death, throat ripped from me and was handed my still beating, torn heart.) The slender man stood over me, accompanied by the aroused night; stained and dripping with the essential fluids from his recent kill. “Rookies; They are all bark and no bite”
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