When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;


I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.


Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.



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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Reise, reise.
Reise: stand, at attention to the greying corpse
in one-armed salutes and the spray
as the kiss of death draws them in her
final embrace. But not before
telling them to sink their teeth into
their miasmatic feelings choking them in,
since they were already gurgling white
before the sound of thunder began.
For the cause, as they held up blood-marked
pickets trotting slowly in a wave with
eyes bowed but heads high.
For the cause.
And let it run its dues.
And sit there in that damn stink
of morphine and saltbloodsweatglory
and the sanity-shattering screams.
"No, I am not going anywhere."

Saved, by a bullet to the head.


verbatim 3:48 PM
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Friday, July 15, 2005

Who are you?

... i'm the half-circle, the niveous that you worship. i'm the shattered mirror, the broken tail light. i'm the conduit, of acrid memories. i'm the shiver, the finger down your spine.

...i'm the obtenebration, the shade of a shadow creeping behind. i'm the twilight, in ending all that is unceasing. i'm the coitus, of unlife matrimony. i'm the alabaster, to the ebony heart blind.

...i'm the wanderlust, the safety of unbelonging. i'm the seether, the bubbling stream of blood boiling. i'm the child, of Yggdrasil's tendrils. i'm the fool, of the savant of knowing.

...i'm the king, to the rabble. i'm the drug, of delirious melancholy. i'm the pact, of faustian depths. i'm the light, of the shimmering adrenaline.

...i'm the drum, rattering of dry bones and dust. i'm the reckoning, of the unbecoming. i'm esctasy, the hymen tearing. i'm justice, the black hand moving.

...i'm Elysium, the guardian of your waste. i'm waking, in the middle of the day. i'm bucolic, the natural artifice. i'm the lost, here to show you the way.


verbatim 9:26 AM
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Friday, July 01, 2005

i am now accepting applications for an opportunity to take part in a once-in-a-lifetime adventure with me. Slipknot: The Sublimal Verses World Tour has descended upon this pitiful island and it is our duty to honor their appearance with one of our own. as such, applications are to be submitted via the email link in my links section, or if you do know me a little better perhaps you can text me. 16 Aug 05. you simply cannot miss this.


verbatim 9:53 PM
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l'effet de papillon.

arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.

une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.

quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.