Romance
Is Rape By Seduction
By
Adam Shane Lawes
MY DIARY DIGITAL
DATA ENTRY 119 OF 145
Tonight Alice is back down in her nearly completed
very own catacomb chamber tomb room - as she is finishing off the last of her
painting down there by painting the black wrought iron candle holders on the
wall with a final coat of gold paint - and which she is then hanging her gold
cherub collection from those wrought iron candle holders that she has also
placed her vanilla and cinnamon candles in to light her catacomb chamber tomb
room home - And so now still thinking and writing about Alice here tonight in
another one of my diary data entries - it is obvious to me that this world is
way too harsh and rapid for my friend Alice the diazepam dreamer - for her spirit-soul-body
moves way too slow and gracefully for the too often rapid, rushed, stressed,
cruel, conservative, corporate ways of the society that she is forced to live
within - as Alice does not seem to belong to this era - and instead she is like
a person from the 18th century who is existing out of her time period and
placed here in the contemporary world - and also even her appearance also
reminds me of her personalised version of some of the European aesthetics of
the 18th century - with her long golden blonde hair, her pale skin, her
graceful, emotional sincerity and sensitivity, her delicate movements, and her
constant introspection and her baroque-like aesthetics - and know that I am
thinking about it - baroque art and architecture reminds me of the vibe and the
effects that diazepam has on intensifying Alice's personality and creativity -
because when it comes to art and creativity - our individual personality and
our personal style, taste, beliefs, lifestyle, experiences - and also the
substances that we may also take - all affect our artwork and what we create -
and so in this context I wonder what possible substances the baroque artists
from the past may have possibly been on to affect their baroque style of art
that they created - and when it comes to Alice there is nothing harsh about her
at all in the way that she thinks and feels and moves and creates - she just
radiates her warmth and comfort as she exists in the shadows - and so I can see
why she personally is addicted to diazepam and also states that she needs her
diazepam to continue to survive in this world - for it replicates and
intensifies what she loves about existing - in a way in which she is completely
immersed in a state of mind and in emotions that she loves to the point where
it also helps her to block out all the harshness of the world around her that
she does not like - as she is comfortably lost in the warm, swirling, lush,
labyrinth of diazepam dependency - it is like all her thoughts and feelings
have been bathed in the warmth and comfort of cotton wool that it itself has
been soaked in the soothing, swirling warmth of condensed milk - for Alice's
place in this world and in existence and her personal space that is her realm
is a slow, sensitive, baroque-like haven - which she creates not only through
her state of mind and the emotions and vibes that she creates through her
thoughts and feelings - but also through her artwork whereby her creativity
enhances the mood that she creates and radiates even more so - And Alice wants
to find a way to use her personal aesthetics and the comforting and protecting
vibe that it creates to open her own, small, warm, cozy cafe' that is only open
at night and exists underground - protected and hidden from the harshness of
the world above her that she does not like - and where it will open every night
for people to hang out in - and feel a sense of comfort in - and especially for
those of us who do not like to go out into the sunlight - and in my mind I can
picture Alice's dream cafe' - as it exists underground and secluded and is a
medium-sized room that has been lined with thick plaster that has then been
painted a vanilla-creamy-white colour - and on the walls there are ornate gold
candle holders that are filled with vanilla and cinnamon candles for lighting
and scent - and with plush thick beige-white-vanilla velvet couches for people
to sit on - and also a floor that is covered in thick plush beige-white-vanilla
velvet rugs - just like the way Alice has decorated her catacomb chamber tomb
room home here at the cemetery.
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Adam Shane Lawes
