3 : Sunday's Mood and ShiftCelebrate in the darkness while mourning ( Read more... )

Realization of self.
Maybe I should start expressing myself concretely, telling people what is on my mind, let the blocked in realities flow out for everyone's aural satisfaction. And everyone could just be one person... continued. Just breaking off the tip of the hose so that everything flows out drenching everyone in a certain audible radius ( Read more... )

A situation once all too solemn ( Read more... )

Exaltation, and maybe more than that ( Read more... )

think about this ( Read more... )

When I went to London, across the river Thames, There was a clock.

ha.

On the edge of what? Everlasting in ourselves and just ( Read more... )

And still waiting for sunrise, everything is still; the dew is in a coma. A scream has been heard in a distance, but that had just seemed to escape reality in a whisper. Wailing divas enclosed in a coffin trying to scare someone into abandoning everything that had made them happy. Dreaming in solitude, the only thing remaining there was the sea, a ( Read more... )

So, school starts on friday and I have nothing to do. Everything is pretty empty on this side of the world, just creeping with a sadness that I can't do anything about. My head throbs and my fingers are bloody, yesterday I chopped down my peach tree because it wasn't delivering peaches and it hadn't for years, and now my front yard is pretty damn ( Read more... )

And he says, as his hands struggle to grip down upon the floor, their callouses burning because of the blisters underneath, "there is nothing left but a nagging sensation. Harmony is in utter lack." And then his veins pulse while they turn round and round beneath him, these two snakes underneath his skin intertwine as if they were loving serpents. ( Read more... )