Nude Rogue (Nude Savannah Samson) :..".. the mess-high-mess of confusion that inwardly defines my labyrinthine cerebro mind is a mistake and jiggjaw mass of mistakes my life incarnate.. I build mistake upon mistake and make that my life.. and make that the life of the Uncanny X-men.. and I am a dear error incarnate.. and i feel my inward errors as inward dark matter bubbles of lava.. and a molten heart is my death of malt-soda which brings me to '40's - '50's diners where I meet Andre Kent.. where he can thru his wicked, diabolically sinuous, oily wit sooth the fire of my inwards so they reach an inward sea dragon molten core a mustard grain of virulent compassionate poison and bring fire to my inwards to the trigonometry of my black-as-pitch cold pubis of many shades of deathly-cold moistness and icy rivers.. this is the dawn of my magnet-soul by Magneto's second-in-command.. PYRO!!!.. Andre Kent.. and I feel the moist mixture of ice and fire in my deafmute soul as my mute laundry of invisible textiles brings me to my silent inner deathmusic a labyrinth of deathmusic is my inner wood soul.. and my inner soul is wood... and my inner soul is white birch wood.. and I am the bark of a birch tree.. and I am teh bark of a birch tree.. and this is my loosely-fitting garments of wood-green river dark green light green coloured textiles is my woolen costume.. a true jogging uniform is my costume a green, loose-fitting jogging costume is my costume as Rogue of the Uncanny X-men.. and their is much that is loose-fitting about my soul textured to dusks of wheat and ginger orange dew.. for their is a midnight dew in my breast a lantern heart of Faustian beckonings.. for I am Margeret Gretchen Wretched Margaret in Goethe's Faust Book one.. and I am put in cast-metal-irons and escorted harshly to a mediaeval prison dungeon... and this dungeon is my sinking stomach my crumbling earthquake stomach viscera home is my iron-gated iron-welded dungeon here.. and I am the flesh and blood system of a dungeon incarnate which is me body and soul and my Rogue flesh and blood incarnate is a dungeon of iron is what I am physically.. I am a dungeon in body.. and my body physical is dungeon.. and I am my own dungeon.. and I wish to batter myself into crumbling rocks and crumbling stones so taht I may escape myself this dungeon.. and be a true escapee refugee of mediaevel dungeons renegade rogue... of freudian uncanniness of truly spectral mien and manner .. sensibilities vast.."..
This monologue was written by Hanno Ridal Raudsepp aka Scott Snyder 2 for Savannah Samson's Rogue.. this lengthy monologue entire for Savannah Samson's Rogue.. to either read or to memorize if she wishes...
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