"Ramblings Of A Mindless Idiot"

And with this thought in mind I think of only a few days prior;
a day, an evening, a night of such confusion that only an architect could 
ever figure out and of course our old pal Jung.
Seemingly, the pairing of 1 percentagers is bound to be less than a 0.5 
percent chance of ever happening.
If you are already lost or confused then this was not intended for you. But 
was it really intended for anyone else other than me?
And what have you say about this my Jungian Devotee?
Perhaps I already have the answer from a few days prior;
a day, an evening, a night of such perversity that we could be the only ones 
who would enjoy it. Hiding behind facades and talking as though we are 
brainstorming an appropriate epitaph for Adolph himself!
How perverse can we be?
How ultimately more vile could it be to try to soak in the rhythm of 
another's soul, to wish to be inside and feel the ecstasies and tragedies. 
When, at fault, tried to be explained the mere spoken words seems to defecate 
on every syllable.
Do you really want to feel the rhythms of my soul and chance the only chance 
to still be innocent of worldly horrors that no bad or even worse than a bad 
sexual innuendo could compare?
I talk not of an insult to you and your tragedies but of an insight from the 
only person to reach into hell, fuck the devil and come back to this petty 
inferno a virgin in comparison.
Let me straighten out a few things for the man who has no needs except me or 
thereby has expressed;
Soak it in, I'll shut my eyes.. stare until it burns,
but I will not share what has desecrated me nor will I share what real evil 
and pain lies just beneath my skin.
 For you watch me while I sleep