Ah colorgenics, the personality typing system which reduces the inner galaxy of one's soul to eight spinning boxes. I just took a colorgenics test in which there were 8 different boxes with differing colors to choose from, and I was supposed to select from first to last which colors I preferred. And this is the result, which is a stunningly ( Read more... )

Using the universe like a throat the sun coughed light into my eyes. Fresh squirt of warm sunshine. Phlegm of a mighty star.

The swirls of a skull herding beauty to the slaughter upon the meadow of a crumbling morning ( Read more... )

I need someone to tell me
Why the light skips over me
But I've taken my ears and put them
In a face within the sea

I've looked for my bruise a thousand times
I can't look again
So please, please will you find it
If I sit right next to you?

I'll speak a little softer
I'll breathe a little quieter
If I can lay beside you
As the light skips over me

I'm going down.

I bent my head towards the sun as it came to meet me ( Read more... )

Over the next few moments she began to, without her awareness and therefore completely honestly, instilling within him the hope that perhaps our earth was not the godless desert it had made itself out to be. The beauty of her nature spoke to him of the happiness of god, and the comfort of her presence stilled the delirium of his metaphysical ( Read more... )

"Between my natural impulses and my soul there is a great chasm," I would say to myself in consolation, petting my ego with the wintry hand of impotence.

Over the past few days I have slowly developed a great sympathy for slugs, those tongue-like obscenities who lap up the earth with their defiling, lick-like progressions. I was on a train traveling at the speed of slug, at some points even slower (when we would remain motionless for six hours in the middle of nowhere, for instance). When we stopped ( Read more... )

Recently the admittedly reluctant group of thinkers known as Humanity held a press conference in which they finally made public their controversial claim that the benefits of drunkenness far outweigh the reliability of clarity. A reporter from the Texas Harem Herold asked one of the 'thinkers' whether or not they could prove that such a claim wasn' ( Read more... )