Riding amidst darknest dregs up my primal fears. Headlight shows whats in front of me , the rear and flanks belong to the unknown. Skyward, stars lighten the inside of your confused cortex, fears of your flanks remain, scanning dark tree line shadows harbor menaces, what evil lurks amid darkness? I ride faster driven by fear of the dark outside and inside me . My Mp3 is playing my favorite OCD song, 'Until Sleeps" by "Metallica"., if your not familiar with Metallica , don't be, your better not knowing the taste of apples of darkness. A song of internal torture until the affliction sleeps, in reality the victim must get sleep to hide from the affliction but can't because the affliction never sleeps and the victim is the affliction. OCD condition , eats at your gut, nerves, and sanity slowly, methodically. You are the condition so you can't stop it., its ingrained in every thought and feeling and emotion you express. It's all about internal fear real or unreal, it exist.. The music's succinct , clear, loud,, and pumps into each ear , it meets in the middle of your brain, it becomes you , you are the music , you are the ride, you become part of the darkness, the shadows, the fear, the anxiety, the ride marches on. Next player is Rob Zombie, his song is " Vampire", not for the squeamish, but not as bad as "Insane Clown Posse" or "Slipnot:" when you listen to a "Slipnnot" blood spues out the speakers and demons circle the room . I put a link to "Until it Sleeps" then took it off,scared the hell out of me, then found one with just the lyrics. Prior to becoming a country superstar Kenny Rogers sang with the group the "1st Edition", their only hit I know is "What Condition my Condition was in " , or I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in, he trips on a cloud, watches himself going out as he goes in , lost his soul in a deep dark hole then followed it in. Louis Carrol would have been proud of him.
Who hasn't met the Hookah smoking Caterpillar at least once in their life, "he's in your head" according to "Grace Slick", along with all the chilling bits of horror that control those of us that think just a little too much.
The darkness turns to blackness, I'm led by courage and determination, straining to see , the moving shadows, the rustling branches, the sounds that permeate the music, frogs croaking, crickets chirping, gators squeaking, zombies grunting, chubracabra's snarling and 50 foot rattle snakes coiled, rattling and posed to strike if you don't pass fast enough. The night ,the night, darkest and deepest emotion we can live in the real world. Riding at night is emotional , risky, and an adrenalin rush, so raise the volume on the music to block it out, it only heightens the stress. Next song, "Blackest Day " by "Joanne Taylor" how ironic.
Can't get enough of that blues guitar. It tears me, jerks my soul, beats on my senses. I have to fight to keep from losing my heart. Faster, faster, got to get home to the safety of the light, this ride has stopped but it's never over. Each day's an adventure, if it's only mine, don't know what your missing. "Jimmie Loves Marianne" what a finish. 2nd link below "Lunatic Fringe"by "Red Rider".
later.
gary
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