Rabid Ranting Of A Recluse

Rabid Ranting of the Recluse - Mar ‘07 Cornered in his ether womb…. Dark, dank, derelict, defunct... Oh! Destroyer of the Fragile Mind!! Seek not to remedy the sanctity of his sterile insanity… As he spews forth torrential tirade after tirade. His only solace?.. His rabid ranting frothy with afterthoughts, Disjointed to the sounds of our realities… But perfectly syncopated to his dysfunctional dimensions. Let him be. Let him be. Allow him his remedies. As they smother him, smooth him, soften and soothe him. The rabid ranting of the recluse..