Battered are the babies of who and I
as feel is their recognition of being
Mouths gaping in infant scream,
attempting to escape this separation.
Thus did we become,
As word in shrouded truth.
the who of who, the i of i
mirrors of dead satellites
caught within the pull of
a forgotten star

I have been pretty inactive as far as updating my journal goes...Not having a system of my own makes it seem like a big hassle, which leaves me posting uninteresting crap like this *little laugh*...I almost have a system though...just need to pick up the monitor ( Read more... )

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Something bizarre is about to manifest within my life, I just know it!! *eyes of wonder* *enchanted smile*. Time is quickening and I've many avenues which will allow me to move my will throughout the world in a variety of ways. *thoughtful little gaze* I can not help but wonder which I will end up choosing *laughs*...As all are equally appealing ( Read more... )

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well...uhmmm...yes...I am still of breath *shakes her ass triumphantly*
blah blah blah...and my all important life.
Note to self:
all problems in clear and concise understanding of the key seem to arise when form appears in the equation. All distraction is bred by form.
Do not fear the form will takes.
It's alright...it's alight.

well...i've less than 5 mintues to post this.
A little update...uhmmm....I went to the Das Ich concert by myslef last week and it was WICKED!!! *eyes of light*
I danced my ass off, and saw some folks from pyramid lodge there, which was cool. I even met a friend! *happy smile*
This week however has sucked dirty ass.

[ Mon Mar 03, 12:13:43 AM | sense decay | edit ]

new years 1999/2000
patiently crumbling words
dissapating into
empty oceans of
manipulated stare

the thrown aways
a vile abait
echoing laughter upon
moments cauterized
to sanction sanity

a coming of what?
a distant murmer of somewhere
we have prehaps resembled
at one time

we choose to be, yet you are ( Read more... )

tear down the walls
destroy the name
and know thy self as that which remains

so....I have been distant.
Things have been strange and profound.
I have been doing a lot of workings.
I have been exceedingly lonely.
I have discovered the sex I had been having all these years, was not really sex at all.