It’s night time. Beddy-bye. We have a new milieu: it’s illness. Yes this is sick. He is sick. And it’s because he’s trying to capture the sickness. The beauty in the projectile, even though he doesn’t believe in the word, “beauty” outside of some one above human. And she is far-removed. But the sickness, well, to be honest, it tags itself, ( Read more... )

Constance? Constance, are you coming? Are you there? Constance! Roll over. No, see. It's an echo. And it doesn't have relevance without the context. You can't sip the emotions out of it. So is it my fault or yours? I'm not giving it to you, but you can't get it yourself. Who needs who the worse. Maybe I'm failing you, but you need me. ( Read more... )

They call me search engine, they forget the word "God". Bad luck. I am those misfortunes--and you may bow down, but I'll not pass over, I'll not spare you. Swear and stomp, kick up a cloud of brown and, I'll be in it, I'll throw the dust into your lungs, and you can spit it out, but your wind will come with it, and I'll take everything you've

This breath of fresh air and my lungs reject it. All the warm blood scolded cold. The swelling chest battered--crumpled by the brain. The wondering wanderful tyrant dashed the parade in its preparation. What fleeting infantry stands and fights is lost in the dark of thought. One more sirenge for the good time's sake. This apple will not be ( Read more... )

There's a ghost at the edge of my mind. It wails so soft, like whispers fading into wind. It asks me the hard questions I hate so dearly. Is this thing you savor growing tired? Is it sulking to its grave? This ghost drones on about its companion that could fall into its lap at any moment. My head is weary and my heart is heavy tonight. Let ( Read more... )

I am an indefinite time bomb, ticking away at whatever suits me. It's so easy-- I will dig myself a crater and lay in it comfortably. Dazzling shrapnel sprays over everything and makes itself a new home, cosey and warm in new flesh. Sleep is taking me away. My mind is winding down. 2.3.1. I've started to view people as uniquely malfucntioned/ ( Read more... )

Time is not on your side my friend. It is the tide of an angry sea churning you into your grave--into the future. IT's deceptive, it gives itself over to you, but really you're giving yourself over to it, and there's not a thing you can do to change it. It will smile and whistle a tune as it drags you kicking and screaming straight to the ( Read more... )

The blasphemy hangs on the wall like a dirty mirror you hate to see your own damn reflection in. It cocks its head like it's better than you, and you know the truth is that it's almost true. But I'll hand it to you. You're persistent. You cover yourself in silence, but i will discover you. We will see the end of this or you will be swept up in ( Read more... )

My heart hammered at my chest, so eager to tell all my secrets, just pounding away at my ribs like they were pursed lips. It won its freedom that night. Though it used my own anatomy against me. I have learned to think in terms of completion--scenes and ideas--not just words, pretty little things. This curtain droops with every whisper that ( Read more... )

It's a funny thing when you crave company knowing company doesn't crave you. I say "funny" i suppose i mean sad. But i guess that's how i've come to translate such things. This fire blooms and shimmers like satan in his best sunday suit, tugging at my pant leg like a goddamn child expecting me to watch it grow up and overtake me. It points ( Read more... )