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Sad Tale Of A Dreamer

...And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming... ...my draught of passion hath been deep; I reveled and I now would sleep... Edgar Allen Poe If I have marked a post with #scruffysatyr it is my original work.

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What I Felt Was Not Love. It Was Raw, Unbridled, Naked Lust! And In That Moment It Did Not Matter. The

What I felt was not love. It was raw, unbridled, naked lust! And in that moment it did not matter. The truth of that instant was visceral. Then as quickly as it had begun the dance was ended. I had danced like that once. But now my body was slow to respond. My mind reached through confusion and ether to just barely make the necessary connections. This must be what dying is like. And yet in death I am exhilarated. I still have some great dances left in me, but not as many as there once was. Still, I dance...

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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8 years ago

Life has taught me to watch and wait. Truths are revealed to us in the fleeting moments between actions. Small flashes of clarity twinkle amongst the ponderous darkness of existence. We were, are, and will always be more than we have been told. If we could fully awaken to the daily inspiration of our own existence it would change our hearts, our minds, our bodies and our souls in an instant. Life has taught me to watch and wait. So far I have never been disappointed.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr


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7 years ago

Conversations With Myself...

You completely misunderstand who, what, and why I am. Then have the sheer audacity to assume your misunderstanding to be the truth of me.

The arrogance! What makes your limited capacity to comprehend me overshadow the glaring truth of who I know I am.

You deceived yourself and would seek my complicity in your delusion. I will NOT erase myself so that you can impose your lies on the space that remains.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr


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8 years ago

COME SEE SCRUFFYSATYR, MIDWESTBARD AND G-LOUNGE IN "15 MINUTES OF FAME"

Strut and Fret Stage presents...The world premiere of '15 Minutes of Fame'.....written and directed by Jim Sala. October 13-15 and October 20-22 at 8 p.m. Yemanja Brasil 2900 Missouri Avenue. Seating is limited. For reservations call or text (314) 276-7321 Two families vie in a competition called 15 Minutes of Fame. One of them brings home as their contestant, the most famous 15 Minutes of Fame candidate in America. But it's incumbent upon an aging magician, who crashes the party, to challenge players to explore their paths to redemption and salvation. Spectacular dinner and drinks are available before and after the show.

7 years ago

A Descent Into Madness...

I am hounded by demons and devils that wear the faces of those I love...

The covenant is shattered!

The protagonist and the antagonist are one in the same. A God eternally battling it's own reflection. The reflection eternally battling it's own shadow!

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr


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8 years ago

Birth of "13" the forgotten number...

It was not the beginning but it was a beginning. Everyone watched mesmerized as the strands of fate became clear; solidifying into the harsh reality of the purple cord “Justice” was binding all of them with. The “Fool”, stood transfixed as the patterns of the line echoed and rippled far out into eternity. His sense of logic, and reason perfectly clarified in that single instant. The “Hierophant”, overwhelmed by the naked truth of the moment basked silently in the radiance of the “Moon”, who was in awe of all that transpired before her. Collected and statuesque -as always- the “Empress” shone like a goddess in the candlelight. Her approval and joy were palpable. Deep in sacred irreverence, even “Death” looked on; for the moment smitten with bliss. The “Magician” had cast a good spell. It was not the beginning, but it was a beginning; for now that was enough...

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr


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