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Simon Psychosis

@simonpsychosis

Guitarist/Musician.
Soundtrack maker.
Dabbler of short tales.
Spat out by the 80's.
Nicest guy you'll never meet.

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linkhttps://simonpsychosis.bandcamp.com/ calendar_today18-01-2018 00:12:22

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Poor Alan was mistaken to think that Judy's #color was fine. WRONG. Her veins collapsed from ash to red, signifying a horrific change. And, before he could yell, "spray the solvent!", she was on him- GNAWING away. His bloodcurdling screams will haunt me, to my dying day. #vss365

Poor Alan was mistaken to think that Judy's #color was fine.
WRONG.
Her veins collapsed from ash to red, signifying a horrific change. And, before he could yell, "spray the solvent!", she was on him- GNAWING away.
His bloodcurdling screams will haunt me, to my dying day.

#vss365
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That run of Vincent Price/E.A. Poe/#RogerCorman films (60-64) helped to mold who I am, today. Those 8 films (from House of Usher to The Tomb of Ligeia) were EVERYTHING to me. My personal favorite? The Pit and the Pendulum. A pre-Giallo, color-soaked, haunting masterpiece. RIP.

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2 days til deployment & my nerves are as solid as Jello. Cooking smells from the stove's dominant #element waft- the Mrs trying to calm my nerves. War was indeed upon us. And, I died a brutal, soldier's death. Her ghastly cries of anguish guide me towards vacant light. #vss365

2 days til deployment & my nerves are as solid as Jello. Cooking smells from the stove's dominant #element waft- the Mrs trying to calm my nerves.

War was indeed upon us.
And, I died a brutal, soldier's death.

Her ghastly cries of anguish guide me towards vacant light.

#vss365
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She'd #ramble- as nervousness set in. We could be filleting a man from Maine, yet still- she'd go on about Hitchcock, or Kansas City BBQ. Coming into her own, eventually, I'd (by then nearly eaten alive with cancer) passed her my proverbial (blow)torch. My little star. #vss365

She'd #ramble- as nervousness set in. We could be filleting a man from Maine, yet still- she'd go on about Hitchcock, or Kansas City BBQ. Coming into her own, eventually, I'd (by then nearly eaten alive with cancer) passed her my proverbial (blow)torch.

My little star.

#vss365
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The fire rages within. Things unsaid burn. No one is listening to the ramblings of an old woman. They smile delicately, and #nod politely but they can not hear me. The voices grow quiet. My last noble act is to die, silenced. #vss365

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What to do with my sister's death? I was 10. Mom & Dad were wrapped up in their own grief. #Overwhelmed & unsure how to mourn, I turned to food as a comfort my broken heart. It lit the burning, shameful hell of a lifetime eating disorder. And I still grieve 40 yrs later. #vss365

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I say to you now that Sirens EXIST. Those throaty wails call me to the sea. And if the ocean is a regal Princess then I am a Prince to be #whispered away. I'm telling you, dear reader, that I could paddle halfway to Portugal, for one. Or not. Either way- I'd die in love. #vss365

I say to you now that Sirens EXIST. Those throaty wails call me to the sea. And if the ocean is a regal Princess then I am a Prince to be #whispered away.
I'm telling you, dear reader, that I could paddle halfway to Portugal, for one.
Or not.
Either way- I'd die in love.

#vss365
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I riffled through the pockets of my palm & found a dream unopened I stacked the old bundle of letters & sieved through ‘em, A grin rested on my chin A #melody of tangled love echoed I’m good at chasing the shadows So, I neatly folded back my dream & pursed it in my eyes #vss365

I riffled through the pockets of my palm
& found a dream unopened
I stacked the old bundle of letters &
sieved through ‘em, 
A grin rested on my chin
A #melody of tangled love echoed
I’m good at chasing the shadows 
So, I neatly folded back my dream & pursed it in my eyes
#vss365
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Hollis refused to save money. "CAN'T take it with you, when you die", he'd say. The thrill of spending it quickened his #pulse like no other. Until the day he died. At the Pearly Gates, a man greeted him- St. Peter. "Hello. That'll be $9.50." Hollis sighed. "Well, shit." #vss365

Hollis refused to save money.
"CAN'T take it with you, when you die", he'd say.
The thrill of spending it quickened his #pulse like no other.
Until the day he died.
At the Pearly Gates, a man greeted him- St. Peter.
"Hello. That'll be $9.50."
Hollis sighed.
"Well, shit."

#vss365
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Weekly shopping trips with Mom meant I could choose a #breakfast cereal. It was a task I took seriously. The prize in the bottom of the box always took precedence over taste. Plastic toys trumped trading cards. A cardboard Monkees record on a Cap-n Crunch box? Winner! #vss365

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#Misty skies mean more than a dreary day. Much more. The color gray feeds the sorrow now growing in my chest, squeezing my heart. I go outside & shake my fist at the heavens, demanding even a little sunshine. But the gods mock me with thunder & more rain. #vss365

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My backpack straps cut into my shoulders as I trudge along the defunct highway. Who needs roads? Cars were things of the past. My #quest remains unfulfilled. The bastard who murdered my sister is still out there. But I'll find him. I will be his judge, jury & executioner #vss365

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The ETs invaded at midnight. Most of us were asleep in our cots milking every drop of warmth from our thin blankets. After a devastating #slaughter of children & mothers, my platoon lost nearly all hope. But we would not concede. We buried the dead & devised our strike. #vss365

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Home. After a week in the psyche ward, I was glad to be back. "I'll make tea," I said to Mom. In the drawer, I found #spoons, forks, no knives. I looked at Mom. She looked away. "I hid them," she said. "I had a psychotic break, Mom. I didn't morph into a serial killer." #vss365

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We were #thieves, pirates, but most of all, we were a band on the run. Our music, outlawed on every planet in the galaxy, caused citizens to rise up and fight the stranglehold of a cruel dictatorship. When we make it to your home, listen to our sound & rise up. #vss365