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Stephen King’s IT, part one
It was like a flower blooming
A fine dilemma
It knew it could contridict me
How brazen, It was
My imagination-- oh, my!
He clicked it's heels and began to speak
With fireflies dancing to and from
He repeated my name, whence I thought this imaginary being from Stephan King's horror book was only a fantasy.
He laughed as he entered my dreams.
He said I was immuned to space and time and It was immune to.me. The clown-like figurehead then disappeared. He became a giant metal jack-in-the-box.
He laught as It dated me to open it.
I tried, but his unseen right hands where too advanced for me to keep up with.
Two months later, he entered a new dream
A town caught by the spindle of a spider's web figuariticely and littlerly. I solve the puzzle in peace, however It was stipulated. It entered my sczhorphrenic thoughts and began to help my imagination. He charged me money first, then two dreams later virgin blood.
His child we will call Lamar, was his assistant. See, I was destined to be a summoner. A socceress. Anything that I wanted to be was right there in my hands.
We became close. Then after trying to raise me to a higher power deity, he saw that the single-minded masculine man for a tomboy would demean me. Then he spilled the beans one autumn day that he came from Stephen Long. He didn't say whether or not he was real, as I would later see and figure out years later. He merely sat there and became my guardian star, Satan Havoc.
While I was with him I went through periods of mental, soitpitualal battles and awakenings. For God Allah had power over me. he possess my libido and was using me as a ceptic in order to free and excel my mind. He didn't judge or dogde anything, for he was Shinji Ikari from Neon Geonisis Evangelion the manga and the cartoon.
He never let me know that It and Him where one and the same until the bitter end. When I found out I had the power of a cartoon Messiah. I didn't find THAT out until.much later....oh, say in twenty-to three years after being diagnosed with paronoid-dilusional sczhorphrenia. I stopped taking my medicines and began to fightnhe. Voic s and physical apparitios that only appeared vacant.
In the end, I met my own Nemesis as Akira Toruyama from a book I entitled as Story back before sczhorphrenia hit me.
She said she was a pre-adolescent lesbian and wanted me to give her the right to bow down and change the conservative law that ubderhandly acknowledgd the Devil's existence and his teachings of homosexuality being used as civil rights that Akira so foolishly ignored. In the end, he recent squabbls came to her being a fairy princess who wanted to do whatever hshenfelt like expodicially and yet serenely even though it would hurt others.
In the figuarine, I became a normal woman and then simplely stated her as irralivant. The reason was simple because she was immoral and discourteous to use her power over the spirit of my fairy world against me as I slept through it.
In the end I could hear her gossip when I awoke outside the dream in a form unseen and unheard of by most people. And it was only then was Satan known to be Prophet Muhammad, my own precessor and Nemesis a mere cartoon reimbursement of Kahlil from Bebe's Kids the cartoon movie that I used to see when I was a child. I merely walked around Satan unquestioning and head held high. He questioned if I would be his friend. I knew from His teachings--the Prophet Muhammad--from How to Eat to Live and Message to the Black Man not to get involved. He then took my male counterpart with him to Elysiam and gave him a name. After which, my vision began to circle and God Allah let himself be known.He said I was free as soon as I saw myself as a blooming flower left in the Middle of New York City alone. So I began to write again about my adventures with sczhorphrenia feeling refurprished and renewed as the Prophet Muhammad. My thoughts....If only I could repeat.them, I think as I dream. I am the Phoenix.... And the Phoenix is home to stay.
Submitted by shelinachapman on May 19, 2022
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