TheRaven wrote:Oh I believe in Demonic Possession
Way back in the mists of time I began to be aware of another "being" possessing my soul. Stronger it grew, gradually consuming my thoughts. Perhaps it peaked when I was in my teens, awkwardly arising at inopportune and embarrassing moments like a freakish but unwieldly appendage.
Soon it was all consuming. It would rear it's hideious one eyed head forcing me to toss it hither and yon and beat it mercilessly until it spewed it's vile white venom and leave us both lying spent and exhausted. Soon though it would rise up again in defiance and challenge my very being to subdue it.
The words of John Milton in "Paradise Lost" as Satan awakens in hell comes to mind:
"Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool His mighty stature"
Oh I sought comfort in the loins of many an evil evil witch.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble, they too struggled in vain to keep the beast at bay.
Many times has the brute lead me astray; it is as if I was only able to think through its' warped and perverse head and not my own.
As I grew older I thought the creature was defeated and a mere shadow of its' former wicked self as it lie limp and unresponsive. Again at inopportune and embarrassing moments. Still freakish but disarmingly harmless.
But no, it doth not shy away from battle, and leave me from the grips of its' torment. It doth not turtle in the face of challenge. Alas, this Devil has formed and Axis of Evil with the dastardly pharmceutical wizards, and rises once again to plunder and pillage as it leaves a swath of distruction in its' wake!!!
As my body grows weaker he only grows stronger. He perhaps shall be the final undoing of me as I struggle to keep up to his evermore hooliganish and monstrous demands.
And one day as I lie dieing and pondering our epic battles, he may still stand forever, in glorious terminal erection.
Forever and ironically immortalized as: Wee Beastie, "The Angel lust" from below.
You sick freak! hahaha