My Odd Little Numan Page

What kind of
Magic
can I pull out of this?
The Image Is
the reason for this page, yet
The Machine
wants more. I could talk about
Cars.
My little Volkswagen,
My Dying Machine
if it were a plane
The Aircrash Bureau
would have it grounded forever. Yet as I sit here scratching the
Scar
that runs across my back like some casualty of
The Angel Wars,
I feel a
Desire
to
Bleed
onto the screen. And so I shall.

So
Here Am I,
wondering to myself why I am
so powerfully attracted to Numan.
My Breathing
quickens at the thought, his
Poetry and Power
reach into my psyche like I never expected.
I begin to understand
The Crazies,
or Numanoids, these people speaking of how one man's
Voix
changed their lives. I protest! It was only supposed to be an afternoon's diversion,
The God Film
to play in my imagination. Then with my
Innocence Bleeding
discreetly away, his bio became
The Seed of a Lie
the touchstone where I might
Play Like God
for a set of characters on paper. I was just
A Child With the Ghost
until that ghost sang to me, an
Anthem
that would not let me go. Suddenly the story was a screenplay, and
The Machman
decrees that a screenplay be over 90 pages long.
Dominion Day
is becoming not a day but several months.

Unknowingly, I had stumbled upon
An Alien Cure
for a
Complex
I'd forgotten I'd had. To put it briefly, we take after our parents, and mine live in a
Dead Heaven,
renouncing utterly any thought of playing
The Skin Game.
Mom's current situation is a
Cold Warning
of what I could become,
Empty Bed, Empty Heart.
So vicariously
This Is New Love,
to remind me why I should and to get me past the nerves of it. Because
We Are So Fragile,
we need inspiration for even the most basic things. Gary might be flattered or worried at the idea of some
Berserker
woman developing the kind of crush associated with girls half her age. Sorry, it can't be helped.
You Are In My Vision,
safely an ocean might as well be a universe away.
The Image Is
the inspiration to try again with someone closer to home,
I'm told that this is called the sickness of need,
but it is better than the
Dark
of being alone forever.

If this frightens you, ignore it. It was
Only a Downstat,
brought on by a friend's wedding and two shots of Jagermeister.
This Wreckage
will wake up in the morning with the wicked headache I get when I pass out while writing and
Sleep by Windows.
Tease me about getting hungover on two shots and that will
Remind Me to Smile
.

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