We are the poison eaters, consumers of pain, and in that we contain misery to be spilled, haphazardly into veins, I am personified sin,

I am Misery, but remember RE- remember- rooted in to recall, pain is a misfire, miss fire, I have done that. I have missed fire… now all my fire comes from within.

I am what it is to die.

Love you, baby…. My ray of sun.

I , Ms. Rei, live with a psycho in

M-i-s-e-r- (y)

Why?

The why is silent because misery is reached

by misers

Do lines for me, baby, my sugar, my ray, Rei of the sun…..

  • The Good Witch of The ’50s

    Like Glinda she came to me, on my black and white brick road, because I was in a land of callous form, not in Oz or Kansas, but simply a place of lack of care and so far from home. She came up to me, seeming 20 but looking like she had lived 70 human […] Read more

  • Coffee with the devil

    My breakfast and coffee buddy has gone, So now I have coffee with the devil every morning And in the silence before everyone gets up he Can be heard for an hour or two And tells me he is not the devil But is merely, clearly a man who l-i-v-e-d a man who d-e-v-i-l And […] Read more

  • On Death and Lack of Life

    How does death change your perspective? https://wordpress.com/view/herderofswine.wordpress.com You never died. Now you can’t. You never will. Because you are gone, like a ghost. That vanishes you dissipated and then evaporated mind elated alleviated from a prescription I despised because It closed your eyes And open doors to lies And never laying down And to a […] Read more

  • On Ascending

    I knew someone with your name once, And sometimes he’s stuck in darkness, but Sometimes, out of crying eyes Come butterflies in shades of pink And some I do think That although poles he has two He is just like me and you And that makes me feel not so grey Because it is so […] Read more

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes, I miss a man Sometimes, He missed me, Dollar and cents Shot in vain In vein With lack of sense. Sometimes, I miss a man, But now he can’t miss on me. Read more

  • That Girl

    Is not my name, and saying that is not the same As saying Rei, And no I will not give time of day Not no more To those who drive with open door and say are you that girl Or look at me and with tilted head Say hey bab-ay Do you part-ay No, I […] Read more

Ms. Rei/Damien de Soto

The author of the online composed work, titled Mira. Ms. Rei does not wish to have that many personal details revealed about her origin, for personal reasons.

About

Rei Clearly

Rei Clearly is an as of yet unpublished writer, and the author of the works which a reader, assuming in an entirely hopeful sense that I have one, may possibly enjoy. This site is created to share a three part series, written in an experimental blog post style about a universe, in which the author lives and lived.

Misery, See Clearly, and Just in Time

These three interconnected books are being published thus far concurrently, without distinction. in a blog post fashion on this blog due to the lack of funding, and history of failure of the author, in attempt, albeit minor to do something productive.

  • The Good Witch of The ’50s

    Like Glinda she came to me, on my black and white brick road, because I was in a land of callous form, not in Oz or Kansas, but simply a place of lack of care and so far from home. She came up to me, seeming 20 but looking like she had lived 70 human […] Read more

  • Coffee with the devil

    My breakfast and coffee buddy has gone, So now I have coffee with the devil every morning And in the silence before everyone gets up he Can be heard for an hour or two And tells me he is not the devil But is merely, clearly a man who l-i-v-e-d a man who d-e-v-i-l And […] Read more

  • On Death and Lack of Life

    How does death change your perspective? https://wordpress.com/view/herderofswine.wordpress.com You never died. Now you can’t. You never will. Because you are gone, like a ghost. That vanishes you dissipated and then evaporated mind elated alleviated from a prescription I despised because It closed your eyes And open doors to lies And never laying down And to a […] Read more

  • On Ascending

    I knew someone with your name once, And sometimes he’s stuck in darkness, but Sometimes, out of crying eyes Come butterflies in shades of pink And some I do think That although poles he has two He is just like me and you And that makes me feel not so grey Because it is so […] Read more

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes, I miss a man Sometimes, He missed me, Dollar and cents Shot in vain In vein With lack of sense. Sometimes, I miss a man, But now he can’t miss on me. Read more

  • That Girl

    Is not my name, and saying that is not the same As saying Rei, And no I will not give time of day Not no more To those who drive with open door and say are you that girl Or look at me and with tilted head Say hey bab-ay Do you part-ay No, I […] Read more

  • Die, Bitch. Die.

    Dead in eternity. That is the danger. That is what you are facing, you meddling…. he trailed off. The girl with the dark hair that had been following him was at it, again, and he couldn’t gather, try as he might what her aim was, or if the her, she said she was, was who […]

    Read more

  • Like Glinda she came to me, on my black and white brick road, because I was in a land of callous form, not in Oz or Kansas, but simply a place of lack of care and so far from home. She came up to me, seeming 20 but looking like she had lived 70 human […]

    Read more

  • Coffee with the devil

    My breakfast and coffee buddy has gone, So now I have coffee with the devil every morning And in the silence before everyone gets up he Can be heard for an hour or two And tells me he is not the devil But is merely, clearly a man who l-i-v-e-d a man who d-e-v-i-l And […]

    Read more

  • How does death change your perspective? https://wordpress.com/view/herderofswine.wordpress.com You never died. Now you can’t. You never will. Because you are gone, like a ghost. That vanishes you dissipated and then evaporated mind elated alleviated from a prescription I despised because It closed your eyes And open doors to lies And never laying down And to a […]

    Read more

  • On Ascending

    I knew someone with your name once, And sometimes he’s stuck in darkness, but Sometimes, out of crying eyes Come butterflies in shades of pink And some I do think That although poles he has two He is just like me and you And that makes me feel not so grey Because it is so […]

    Read more

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes, I miss a man Sometimes, He missed me, Dollar and cents Shot in vain In vein With lack of sense. Sometimes, I miss a man, But now he can’t miss on me.

    Read more

  • That Girl

    Is not my name, and saying that is not the same As saying Rei, And no I will not give time of day Not no more To those who drive with open door and say are you that girl Or look at me and with tilted head Say hey bab-ay Do you part-ay No, I […]

    Read more

  • Key

    Are you not a person but a keyTo a heart that has not yet been seenYou are not a split but a fractureA sign that times I thought I loved I was not in fact sureYou are not a manNot a splitNot a lieNot a shitYou are simply meand I am youYou are truth and […]

    Read more

  • Can you miss someone you never met? Can someone who’s not real pull your hair?

    I miss the soft whisper of man I never knew in the morning, when we are waking up. I miss him turning to me and telling me he loves me, and not wanting anything in exchange, or to return anything, or demand favors that I need drugs to give or never get anything but bitterness […]

    Read more

  • Organ Eyes

    My tooth hurts, pounds, and cries, and screams for my attention. My head hurts because my tooth hurts, and my tooth hurts because Grind. Grind. Grind. My jaw hurts because my tooth hurts, and my tooth hurts because my head hurts, and My organs hurt because while I consider myself a hero of sorts I […]

    Read more

  • Do you know Krys?

    He asks me, I think he is saying Chris, and apparently the difference in spelling means something, because Chris is a person and Krys is not, he spells it out for me… No, not Chris… K…R…Y…S.., Krys,., Come on bitch,,, you look like you know… What the fuck does that mean? How do you look […]

    Read more

  • Die, Bitch. Die.

    Dead in eternity. That is the danger. That is what you are facing, you meddling…. he trailed off. The girl with the dark hair that had been following him was at it, again, and he couldn’t gather, try as he might what her aim was, or if the her, she said she was, was who […]

    Read more

  • Like Glinda she came to me, on my black and white brick road, because I was in a land of callous form, not in Oz or Kansas, but simply a place of lack of care and so far from home. She came up to me, seeming 20 but looking like she had lived 70 human […]

    Read more

  • Coffee with the devil

    My breakfast and coffee buddy has gone, So now I have coffee with the devil every morning And in the silence before everyone gets up he Can be heard for an hour or two And tells me he is not the devil But is merely, clearly a man who l-i-v-e-d a man who d-e-v-i-l And […]

    Read more

  • How does death change your perspective? https://wordpress.com/view/herderofswine.wordpress.com You never died. Now you can’t. You never will. Because you are gone, like a ghost. That vanishes you dissipated and then evaporated mind elated alleviated from a prescription I despised because It closed your eyes And open doors to lies And never laying down And to a […]

    Read more

  • On Ascending

    I knew someone with your name once, And sometimes he’s stuck in darkness, but Sometimes, out of crying eyes Come butterflies in shades of pink And some I do think That although poles he has two He is just like me and you And that makes me feel not so grey Because it is so […]

    Read more

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes, I miss a man Sometimes, He missed me, Dollar and cents Shot in vain In vein With lack of sense. Sometimes, I miss a man, But now he can’t miss on me.

    Read more

  • That Girl

    Is not my name, and saying that is not the same As saying Rei, And no I will not give time of day Not no more To those who drive with open door and say are you that girl Or look at me and with tilted head Say hey bab-ay Do you part-ay No, I […]

    Read more

  • Key

    Are you not a person but a keyTo a heart that has not yet been seenYou are not a split but a fractureA sign that times I thought I loved I was not in fact sureYou are not a manNot a splitNot a lieNot a shitYou are simply meand I am youYou are truth and […]

    Read more

  • Can you miss someone you never met? Can someone who’s not real pull your hair?

    I miss the soft whisper of man I never knew in the morning, when we are waking up. I miss him turning to me and telling me he loves me, and not wanting anything in exchange, or to return anything, or demand favors that I need drugs to give or never get anything but bitterness […]

    Read more

  • Organ Eyes

    My tooth hurts, pounds, and cries, and screams for my attention. My head hurts because my tooth hurts, and my tooth hurts because Grind. Grind. Grind. My jaw hurts because my tooth hurts, and my tooth hurts because my head hurts, and My organs hurt because while I consider myself a hero of sorts I […]

    Read more

  • Do you know Krys?

    He asks me, I think he is saying Chris, and apparently the difference in spelling means something, because Chris is a person and Krys is not, he spells it out for me… No, not Chris… K…R…Y…S.., Krys,., Come on bitch,,, you look like you know… What the fuck does that mean? How do you look […]

    Read more

  • Die, Bitch. Die.

    Dead in eternity. That is the danger. That is what you are facing, you meddling…. he trailed off. The girl with the dark hair that had been following him was at it, again, and he couldn’t gather, try as he might what her aim was, or if the her, she said she was, was who […]

    Read more

  • Like Glinda she came to me, on my black and white brick road, because I was in a land of callous form, not in Oz or Kansas, but simply a place of lack of care and so far from home. She came up to me, seeming 20 but looking like she had lived 70 human […]

    Read more

  • Coffee with the devil

    My breakfast and coffee buddy has gone, So now I have coffee with the devil every morning And in the silence before everyone gets up he Can be heard for an hour or two And tells me he is not the devil But is merely, clearly a man who l-i-v-e-d a man who d-e-v-i-l And […]

    Read more

  • How does death change your perspective? https://wordpress.com/view/herderofswine.wordpress.com You never died. Now you can’t. You never will. Because you are gone, like a ghost. That vanishes you dissipated and then evaporated mind elated alleviated from a prescription I despised because It closed your eyes And open doors to lies And never laying down And to a […]

    Read more

  • On Ascending

    I knew someone with your name once, And sometimes he’s stuck in darkness, but Sometimes, out of crying eyes Come butterflies in shades of pink And some I do think That although poles he has two He is just like me and you And that makes me feel not so grey Because it is so […]

    Read more

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes, I miss a man Sometimes, He missed me, Dollar and cents Shot in vain In vein With lack of sense. Sometimes, I miss a man, But now he can’t miss on me.

    Read more

  • That Girl

    Is not my name, and saying that is not the same As saying Rei, And no I will not give time of day Not no more To those who drive with open door and say are you that girl Or look at me and with tilted head Say hey bab-ay Do you part-ay No, I […]

    Read more

  • Key

    Are you not a person but a keyTo a heart that has not yet been seenYou are not a split but a fractureA sign that times I thought I loved I was not in fact sureYou are not a manNot a splitNot a lieNot a shitYou are simply meand I am youYou are truth and […]

    Read more

  • Can you miss someone you never met? Can someone who’s not real pull your hair?

    I miss the soft whisper of man I never knew in the morning, when we are waking up. I miss him turning to me and telling me he loves me, and not wanting anything in exchange, or to return anything, or demand favors that I need drugs to give or never get anything but bitterness […]

    Read more

  • Organ Eyes

    My tooth hurts, pounds, and cries, and screams for my attention. My head hurts because my tooth hurts, and my tooth hurts because Grind. Grind. Grind. My jaw hurts because my tooth hurts, and my tooth hurts because my head hurts, and My organs hurt because while I consider myself a hero of sorts I […]

    Read more

  • Do you know Krys?

    He asks me, I think he is saying Chris, and apparently the difference in spelling means something, because Chris is a person and Krys is not, he spells it out for me… No, not Chris… K…R…Y…S.., Krys,., Come on bitch,,, you look like you know… What the fuck does that mean? How do you look […]

    Read more

Contact

Drop me a line…

The memory of Ms. Rei I remember things clearly,

Line by line, Rock by Rock,

Gram by Gram or my favorite, ONE SHOT AT A TIME.

A , A dick, see, truthfully

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Mountain Top, France

In recovery I strive to miss one

SHOT AT A TIME.

Altered images of Rei Clearly, hope you see them clearly.

Die, bitch die

You have killer eye

But, you are the ultimate lie.

I am your dissent. I am the death of your soul. I am a virus, called death. I am your pain.