#M.M.M. SKIN

[potatoodilay]

M.M.M. in ENGEKI BOOK No.16 DECEMBER 1988

[wonkodnko]

Engeki Theatre book featuring M.M.M SKIN

演劇ぶっくNO. 17 Jan 1989 issue

[xinu1941-1966]

M.M.M. SKIN

演繹ぶっく　1989

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[ghostmaggie]

You know enough about mythology to fit yourself in media res.

Just another tragic figure, not a hero, addled by gods until you find yourself over the bodies of the loved ones you have slaughtered.

But you never see the gods.

Instead, you blame yourself: your human pride, your foolish heart, your fatal flaws; you beg to bear the burden, too.

To call you Atlas seems apt, yet it is only near truth. Atlas is her, but you are by her side, taking what weight you can.

What you are is Prometheus, desperately in love with the human race.

You have chained yourself to the rock, you self-sacrificial fool; you let them rip pieces from you day after day, rushing to regrow them so you can give more, still more, you shove your heart at anyone who will take it, please take it, take the fire I stole for you at the price of my soul.

I did it out of love.

But we have digressed. You have been a piece of Atlas, allowing the world to drop to save your people; you have been Prometheus, a brother, a leader, a victim; but now, poor boy, you are Orpheus.

She was firmly in your heart before the snake stole her—almost stole her. You saved each other. It was almost okay.

The snake returned in another skin, was slain again, returned again, and now you see her dragged to Hades before your eyes.

You know this story, know it with your head, not your heart. Your soul is filled with oxymorons, with just one choice.

You are not allowed to look back.

You are not allowed to look back as you leave her behind.

There is a bitter twist in the story this time: she always dies.

You stare ahead. You leave her. She dies.

You turn back. You cannot abandon her. You cannot save her. She dies. You die. Your makeshift family, pieced together from fragments of hope and loss, is destroyed in an instant and it is your fault.

You know what she would do.

Orpheus was a faithless fool, but you understand. It feels like a glimpse of her would quench the fire on your tongue as you stare at the burning underworld.

You do not envy the final image of Eurydice that you lack.

You would set yourself aflame to keep from seeing her melt into dust as you watch.

But you can’t imagine Orpheus, having seen that,

Still believing, just a little, that they may meet again.

                                               –––  immortality is a myth and a curse (m.m.m.)

[thebeholder639]

Follow Me

Follow me down the yellow brick road

Where the trees throw fruit

And wind blows cold

But the yellow shines like Gold

 This path is steep, and the journey hard

Filled with storm clouds and rain

The pain is there, your skin may get marred

But the rainbows, oh, my God

 It’s slippery when wet,

And freezes when cold

You may encounter your share of regrets,

But the flowers there, you will never forget

 Follow me down this yellow brick road

Where you may encounter unicorn or toad.

It’s the source of many tears,

And just as many odes

So follow me, if you be so bold

 -M.M.M

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M.M.M SPECIAL Cassette book

Ameya Photo

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M.M.M SPECIAL Cassette book (1988) comic LAST IRONY Takeharu Ito

Norimizu AMEYA

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M.M.M SPECIAL (1988) Cassette rip

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M.M.M SKIN #3 246•MIX flyer