(no subject)
and soooo...nothing has really changed
"in a volute state"
and the negative space started to add up
downsizing the limits of our possibilities
the loose leaf diatribe fell
and landed where it seems to hurt the most
it became an open chest
broken hearts massacre
and the author of the graveyard makeshifts
had only intended to keep a pen name
and statistics claimed it to be false truths
another unfathomable creation came into existence
in a burst of silence and hunger
for vindication had come at the least expense
and it all echoed in the minds of spoil
keeping them at bay with their reputation
one after the other
things became alike, then exact in proportion
having the same difference
only different creators
.....vincibility.....
turpitude succeeded pagan pantomine
and the eve of euphoria faded
in the enmity under the vizard
.....ecocide.....
sadly the docile earth could no longer be defended
the amatory eradication will only become inactive in the means of and end
and impossibility soared through transient skies
raising its own megaliths of corporate romance
.....status: comatose.....
was this form of armistice truly what we desired?
phantasmagoria - a shifiting series of phantasms or deceptive appearances, as in a dream
on the floor near the rostrum
lay that serene sanctity of oblivion
mouths eating their words
breaking their superficial nostalgia
containing sesquipedilian thoughts
of their amphetimines
and so it seemed that they were cabalistic cannibals
but it came down to their amphitemines
and their status remained unchanged
.....comatose.....
and filled to the brim was the nepenthe
too many big words for lip biting and suicidal improbity
this began to astonish
and the wheel hadn't stopped turning
the more it turned, the more legendary this will become
it had begun
.....senescence.....
and on the terms of a fair deal
life and death shook hands
and agreed to disagree
and to bear arms against us all
and only this seemed flagrant
a victims way out
.....pang.....
its the beautiful things that mean the most
and as do they hurt just as much
once again, perdition and its art
.....perdition.....
........a beautiful word........
"canada v. the uk"
and the time takes no rest as it comes on to the next day here....
and im not ready to go through it all over again...
ive decided lonely is me and i need someone to enlighten me...
its hard when youre me and you know the people you know and i know...
this world is impossible to understand in terms of shapes like animals and umbrellas and octopuses.
its hard to take reality out of my dreams of a better me when i know its who i really am...
and this episode is number 11:11. because its what i like...
to be on the waves of the universal collapsing creation...
hovering in low on my chest...
i can never be relieved of my duties...
the problem lies within and with that i can...
make another and another and ill never tell who or what occurred in this enigma
but its here now in this and its the best jigsaw.
ate gebrir leilam adoni
"the spiritual complex v. the spiritual complexion"
this seemed to mark the difference
between the two infamous factions
.....on one side.....
there is perdition and its art
so pleasant and enticing
filling your thoughts with poison
and malicious insight and intent
it will scarify you
and place its prosaic insignia
upon your head
your soul shall become asunder
and forever temporal
this proof is heartless
for that purpose...
.....on one side.....
there are those who know
and they will allow their supernal intellect reign
in the hearts of those who understand
sufferance is only required of oneself
and that being only
shall decide its place of ending
where it will remain for all that is to come
into the aperature one can only imagine
as gages from the other side make it so
deep within thyself
lay the hoary rest
which no form of sanctity
may dictate or reproduce
for that purpose...
.....on no side that exists.....
is a purpose...
is a reason...
the compilation of
broken hearts
broken minds
depicting unsatisfactory awareness
there are blunt truths
that fail to pierce callous minds
and for that reason
this seemed to mark the difference
between the two infamous factions
"murder films inc."
Turning
The handle is cold and smooth
clicks and hisses
he points at the screen
forcefully he sits me down
"watch" he says
"watch"
and he returns to his device
there is a three
a two
and a one
everything goes dark for a split second
...
there is a young girl
she is crying
blood on her face
she says..."it hurts"
"it hurts"
a voice in the back
a man
he says...
"are you content with this happening?"
...silence...
he repeats himself as he caresses her face
...silence...
cries and tears flood the room
she mutters to herself
"it hurts!"
the man...
he says..."why does it hurt?"
"is this not what you requested?"
"i wanted to be happy..." she says as if in hypnosis
she lays on the floor
on her stomach
moving her arms on the tiled floor
she says..."why do you film me?"
"i do not like it"
he replies
"because i think you're beautiful"
she raises to her feet and stares blankly into the camera
"it hurts because he was my father"
"i cut him"
...
"opened his stomach"
...
"and placed my head upon his wounds"
...
"it didnt take long for him to pass"
...
the man slaps her and says...
"i love you"
she replies with a hug and a kiss
"me too"
...the film ends...
...the man with the device..."so?"
"it is perfect"
...
"i love her so much"
...
"shes so beautiful"
...
"do you not think?"
...murder films inc...
things ive written still define who i am...what the hell have i been thinking this whole time?
i suck at life...
so i guess i got to do something...
"in a volute state"
and the negative space started to add up
downsizing the limits of our possibilities
the loose leaf diatribe fell
and landed where it seems to hurt the most
it became an open chest
broken hearts massacre
and the author of the graveyard makeshifts
had only intended to keep a pen name
and statistics claimed it to be false truths
another unfathomable creation came into existence
in a burst of silence and hunger
for vindication had come at the least expense
and it all echoed in the minds of spoil
keeping them at bay with their reputation
one after the other
things became alike, then exact in proportion
having the same difference
only different creators
.....vincibility.....
turpitude succeeded pagan pantomine
and the eve of euphoria faded
in the enmity under the vizard
.....ecocide.....
sadly the docile earth could no longer be defended
the amatory eradication will only become inactive in the means of and end
and impossibility soared through transient skies
raising its own megaliths of corporate romance
.....status: comatose.....
was this form of armistice truly what we desired?
phantasmagoria - a shifiting series of phantasms or deceptive appearances, as in a dream
on the floor near the rostrum
lay that serene sanctity of oblivion
mouths eating their words
breaking their superficial nostalgia
containing sesquipedilian thoughts
of their amphetimines
and so it seemed that they were cabalistic cannibals
but it came down to their amphitemines
and their status remained unchanged
.....comatose.....
and filled to the brim was the nepenthe
too many big words for lip biting and suicidal improbity
this began to astonish
and the wheel hadn't stopped turning
the more it turned, the more legendary this will become
it had begun
.....senescence.....
and on the terms of a fair deal
life and death shook hands
and agreed to disagree
and to bear arms against us all
and only this seemed flagrant
a victims way out
.....pang.....
its the beautiful things that mean the most
and as do they hurt just as much
once again, perdition and its art
.....perdition.....
........a beautiful word........
"canada v. the uk"
and the time takes no rest as it comes on to the next day here....
and im not ready to go through it all over again...
ive decided lonely is me and i need someone to enlighten me...
its hard when youre me and you know the people you know and i know...
this world is impossible to understand in terms of shapes like animals and umbrellas and octopuses.
its hard to take reality out of my dreams of a better me when i know its who i really am...
and this episode is number 11:11. because its what i like...
to be on the waves of the universal collapsing creation...
hovering in low on my chest...
i can never be relieved of my duties...
the problem lies within and with that i can...
make another and another and ill never tell who or what occurred in this enigma
but its here now in this and its the best jigsaw.
ate gebrir leilam adoni
"the spiritual complex v. the spiritual complexion"
this seemed to mark the difference
between the two infamous factions
.....on one side.....
there is perdition and its art
so pleasant and enticing
filling your thoughts with poison
and malicious insight and intent
it will scarify you
and place its prosaic insignia
upon your head
your soul shall become asunder
and forever temporal
this proof is heartless
for that purpose...
.....on one side.....
there are those who know
and they will allow their supernal intellect reign
in the hearts of those who understand
sufferance is only required of oneself
and that being only
shall decide its place of ending
where it will remain for all that is to come
into the aperature one can only imagine
as gages from the other side make it so
deep within thyself
lay the hoary rest
which no form of sanctity
may dictate or reproduce
for that purpose...
.....on no side that exists.....
is a purpose...
is a reason...
the compilation of
broken hearts
broken minds
depicting unsatisfactory awareness
there are blunt truths
that fail to pierce callous minds
and for that reason
this seemed to mark the difference
between the two infamous factions
"murder films inc."
Turning
The handle is cold and smooth
clicks and hisses
he points at the screen
forcefully he sits me down
"watch" he says
"watch"
and he returns to his device
there is a three
a two
and a one
everything goes dark for a split second
...
there is a young girl
she is crying
blood on her face
she says..."it hurts"
"it hurts"
a voice in the back
a man
he says...
"are you content with this happening?"
...silence...
he repeats himself as he caresses her face
...silence...
cries and tears flood the room
she mutters to herself
"it hurts!"
the man...
he says..."why does it hurt?"
"is this not what you requested?"
"i wanted to be happy..." she says as if in hypnosis
she lays on the floor
on her stomach
moving her arms on the tiled floor
she says..."why do you film me?"
"i do not like it"
he replies
"because i think you're beautiful"
she raises to her feet and stares blankly into the camera
"it hurts because he was my father"
"i cut him"
...
"opened his stomach"
...
"and placed my head upon his wounds"
...
"it didnt take long for him to pass"
...
the man slaps her and says...
"i love you"
she replies with a hug and a kiss
"me too"
...the film ends...
...the man with the device..."so?"
"it is perfect"
...
"i love her so much"
...
"shes so beautiful"
...
"do you not think?"
...murder films inc...
things ive written still define who i am...what the hell have i been thinking this whole time?
i suck at life...
so i guess i got to do something...