tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189583462011-04-21T16:36:17.643-07:00Walking Out of the Mirror Box and its Meme of Me No Rights ReservedXenoGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04318197717160855051noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958346.post-1146631501767435132006-05-02T21:38:00.000-07:002006-05-02T21:45:01.780-07:00

I enter Singapore. The Castle. And every street is deserted. But I can feel eyes on me as I walk down the streets. I hear a voice blaring through a speaker.Vote me. I deliver my promises.Vote me. Or you will die.I walk to the voice. There is a rally square. There is a stage. Someone is on the stage and he is saying the words.Vote me. I am the best.Vote me. I am Singapore.The audience is an army

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The Castle looms above me. So high up are the walls with pretty little ivory towers. Like this place. Disneyland. Land of Disneys, Mickeys and Snoopys.I remember that.Large Mickeys swaggering in fake cobblestone squares. Dealing out candy. And floss.Mother said,"Lookie there. Its Mickey Mouse. Dealing out candy".I said, "But Mickey is not so big. Does not smell so bad."Hush hush little puppy.

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and my memories spiral away I walk through the portal. and the PoliceMan is in front of me. The Castle a blurred form behind him.He stares at me. My past and future spliced in that cold stare. It is a Wound. I feel Wounded. Forever by this stare."Who are you?"I am XenoGirl."Where are you from?"From the box of mirrors."Have you seen this person?" WANTEDNo. I have seen this person."If you see this

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Its all about Face and faces and layers of faces.It was a long walk to the Cave. The curtain of water represents the threshold. I have to cross the water. Enter the Cave. A moment. One drawn breath and I am through. The cave behind the waterfall, the falling water, falling memes, falling me, phallic me.The Cave.Behold! human beings living in a underground cave, which has a mouth open towards the

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To my right I see the devil. He is blind but gazing at the ocean. A boy is beside him. Pointing at the beauty. To my left is Kafka. He is sitting alone like me. Staring at the castle. Chained to the ground. Behind me is the waterfall. Its sound is deafening. Behind the waterfall is the Cave. I choose to go there.Scraps of paper fluttering all around. Listless snatches of words.Denied the

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I remember nothing. Except images of myselves, always falling backwards. Angelus Novus.From Blake, I remember : "my first vision of light, on the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting his glorious beams from Heaven's high streams. Over sea, over land, my eyes did expand into region of air, away from all care. Into regions of fire, remote from desire."There was once a railway road. Or a

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