Romance
Is Rape By Seduction
By
Adam Shane Lawes
MY DIARY DIGITAL
DATA ENTRY 99 OF 145
It is very cold and foggy tonight here at Melbourne
cemetery - however I spent more time walking around the cemetery - for in the
pale light of the moon and the haze of the fog - the stone statues whose many
stone female faces haunted me so much at the start of this month before I
delved deeply and faced my personal issues from my past by writing about them
here in my diary data entries - Now those stone faces of those stone angels no
longer haunt me but at night they now seem to have some kind of sublime but
strong supernatural presence to them which also seems to sink through whatever
barriers that usually separate the souls of the physically dead in the
spirit-world from the souls of the living in this physical-world - and the most
enticing and enchanting of all the stone statues are the ones of the female
angels - despite the fact that many of their stone angelic faces haunted me so
much at the start of this month - for now those beautiful stone female angel
statues stand so silently, sensitively and gracefully continually through our
too often troubled existence here on earth - And I now wish every grave had a stone
statue on it that depicted the deceased person in whatever age, pose and
expression that they designated and/or which suited them the most based on
their behaviour when they were alive - for imagine walking through a cemetery
then - especially on cold, foggy nights - for it would be a mass of stone
statues all silently staring at you - some more than others for whatever
reasons - as you walk through the many meandering lanes of the cemetery - If
this were the case I wander what pose I would have my stone statue set into in
its stone pose after I have physically died - because if I died at the moment -
based on how I am now feeling and looking lately - the stone statue of me would
be standing with my face staring down to the ground in shame from my past wrongful
sexual behaviour when I tried to sexually rape my beautiful, pubescent, pretty,
teenage, thirteen year old stepsister when I was sixteen years old - or moving
supernaturally sometimes staring seriously and glaringly in brooding fiery
anger at all the abuse that has also been done to me in my life and all of the
other personal-political issues that I want to get out into the open in order
to change.
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Adam Shane Lawes
