Take away the people and you're made to love the land. Flaking bricks with the skies on fire. Jetplanes and phosphorescence. A vehicle for Twilight, not the shitty, pre-conscious, mormon eroticism type but that point in creation where everything blurs. Everything holy. It's one thing I'll miss.

Spent my Easter Sunday trying to cruise cute straight boys eating dinner with their Grandmas in a fancy restaurant. Oops. Jesus I'm sure you have the capacity to forgive. Love your work! Salvation is no easy task. I'm a ghost reporter, a baleen rubicon. Well maybe it's time to shift those wicked ways. Lamb's on the menu; you are what you eat.

Take the past and smoke it, 7th chances ain't a proper way to live. There's been a lot of dead meat circulating lately, liver and bone. The principle difference here is you yourself are not. Give up the ghost. Leave the buzzards to their fill, they'll get more from this than you.

Your forebears came from desert hearts and red sand inclinations, what are you doing perched in water and snow? Maybe that's defiant. Maybe it's retarded. You've got a mother at home and she's crying from love. Gettin' a bit misty over here myself. Nothing else to do but submerge in the habits of my kind, to pray is human. Wonder what you'd think ( Read more... )

It's the small things, winter birds and splintering floors, the rattle in your chest of impending health. Little signs that make shape of a life felt lived in relation to nil. I suppose that's why there's stormchasers.

You're spiraling down I'm top of the pops. Concentric rings as the vulture flies, sweet baby the thermals are back and they're rising like blood. Go for the chaff and feast.

So the saying says an elephant never forgets. We've got a lot in common. Not to say I bear the pathos that implies, in matters of the spirit I'm just a small, feral thing. Works a treat when you've been made the fool, but an empire built on gristle simply isn't meant to stand. Wind it back to marrow. Hey Crow stop beating on that poor cold Hawk. ( Read more... )

Of excessive online shopping.

Whenever you start to feel good,  remember that's a mistake.

These days of idle monasticism are coming to an end. Time to put away your jukebox and manuscripts and get back to the hysterical business of living. Those keening wails of instinct? You should listen to 'em.