... But recluse Billy Corgan ended at his mansion in Glee*********, where he incarcerated himself, after certain event of opprobrium and insupportable shame (Idaho, 2009?)
His misanthropy
that mental trap, sweet like honey.
Atrocious like the pendulum that falls... into the humid and soft pit of the human decay.
... But dressed with a fetid apron all stained in dry semen, carrying his hernia like a burden Corgan walked through the darkened antechambers, vestibules and horrid subterranean cubicles of the house, which seemed to be called the house of Corgan after some time by the lugareños, who beheld the white and sharp angles of the residence from miles in the brumous distance.
No-one ever knew what happened in those jail cells
no-one ever dared to ponder or wonder about the hours, days... months of Corgan in his vast dominions, which coupled something terrestrial with something celestial, and not little infernal.
... But if the light of reason stopped shining on his head?
If the light of reason stopped shining on your head.
No light has been seen or even guessed into that unreal womb-home ever since.
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