This is when it's good--the cathartic exodus, through a charmed blistered brain under a hedonistic magic spell Energy draining, dripping through desperate fingers--penetrating the tip of my trembling pen. Id leaving a trail of wet black ink in its wake. Mind shocked into ethereal bliss--and, in ecstasy, the lines on this page become blurry blue streaks--a coarse guide for the words that smother my subconscious. Every letter, syllable--the purest form of myself that exists--they are my naked soul. Illegible incriminating inscriptions--the pen strangling in my white knuckled fist wrestles to keep up with what is coming from every pore in my body. Brain...internal tissues...blossom like lilies...secrets revealed. I let their sweet nectar spill, soaking, drenching this page catching confessions. Mental mutinies, unconscious betrayals Morpheus lifting the blanket of naughty unconscious confessions...remembering semi-conscious delirious mind upon awakening. United organs record their diaries, enslaving the tired cramped fingers of my calloused right hand. Transcendent being melting these imagesideasemotionsdesires into...WORDS! -- Exquisite weeping casualties of my volatile thoughts Braiding these independent entities into the patterns that crowd your throat, crowning your tongue-- Where I scream into you...about the human catharsis through a charmed blistered brain under a hedonistic magic spell... copyright 1996 Melissa Aellos for Johnny Depp

Confessions of a Catacomb Dweller (draft no. 10)

Post Meditations of the Pen (draft no. 3)

I threw this festering carcass of my mind's refuse upon his reluctantly eager altar.  And he plunged his arms into it.  Soaked up to his bloody elbows in my caustic consciousness. Licking clean the fresh blood from his dripping arms, licking his palms between his thin, nicotine stained fingers with his neglected tongue...only to plunge his arms back into that rotting animal again.  He said it made him hot. I guess that meant he liked it. copyright 1997 Melissa Aellos for Daniel