POX

About me:

They tell me I'm the Anti-Christ.



They made some big deal movie about me, with these cult people who wouldn't leave me alone!!!



ARCHIVE:
(They called back in March. They said were making the movie. Oh Christ I thought Not Again!!!!) For now watch the TV show that inspired the movie! CLICK HERE ..

MY MEMOIRS:
Oh how does this all come together? I did not have much to do with this, no I certainly did not have anything to do with this. This was not the ideas that which conjured itself from my own thought proceesseeees. I was there as a follower minding my own. Thrown forth upon such a cavalcade that which was not mine bidding. How to explain...? One should start from its beginnings. I was alone. Trapped inside the confines of my manic depression thinking and scheming of how to pursue a lifestyle of recreation and solace... They came to me on that day. Snatched me up with banterings of spaceships and world domination! Oh how it all sounded so threatening, and yet the excitment I felt. I welcomed them and their chants with slightly apprehensive outstretched arms. Should I? Dare I? Shant I? Can't I? Dant I? Oh for there is no one who can guide towards the right passage of choice for myself. Shall I trust those voices that which reside within me? Even though those inner most innerds warn me and try to steer me otherwise. "Take the direction of the other!" They wail inside my head. "NO!" With damning defiance I scrap their words and choose what will inevitably morph my being into the writhing pukous, cancer that toils before you. AND NOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!! I bring you to the time we call the present. Betwixt decoratives of tin foil and garbage handcrafted by the claws of a simpleton. Second hand hazards that scrape these corneas and retinas with a furiousness. It is only in this torrid present that I experience an irritationous skin rash of first calibur magnitude. Each night ends in a ritual of Aveeno marination. I think I am growing more ill as the days progress. FLASH!!! CAMERA ON!!!!!!!!!!! GO! they bark at me. YOUR'E ON POX! DO POX! BE POX! YOU ARE POX! YOUR'E MAGNIFICENT! Keep yourself held together POX. The world is yours! Bare with us and your lacking bounty of nothing that which we have promised you with flourish. Wealth, Control, and a cable TV. I sit, hiding behind a missmoshed console of moth eaten fabrics and tins plates held by scotch tape asking...why POX? I don't feel right about this. I sit anticipating inevitable anxiety. It is hard to breathe sometimes. I want this circus of sadism to stop! My words do not matter to them. I will suffocate of POX! ..