The white cypress rises high into the infinite reaches above--though it leaves no shadow since there is no orb to illuminate the sky, yet everything is visible as if the sun were bearing down upon the world setting alight everything beneath it--while I remember what was once written.  As I continue beyond the white cypress I take note that the ( Read more... )

 I know I should not post this here as this is meant to be a place for my creative output, not bullshit rants.  This will most likely be removed when I am in a more lucid state.

I am continually surprised by how well people fit into groupings they attempt to reject (by no means do I exclude me from these people).  There was someone I had thought ( Read more... )

Lilith showed herself to me in the midst of the night.  Ever since then, I have been unable to remove her from my mind.  She has spread through my mind infecting every thought.  Changing, mutating, evolving.  changing, Mutating, evolving.  changing, mutating, Evolving.  More vile than Zeus’s punishment upon man after Prometheus gave us fire, Lilith ( Read more... )

 I had my recognition scene.  I saw the failure as it manifested.  I knew how things were going to turn out, and they have managed to fit my expectations.  Nothing changes.  Nothing is different.  It is all the fucking same.  I continually dilute myself into believing otherwise.

ἡ ἀλήθεια οὔποτε ἐμὲ ἐκλείψει.

Much like the word ἀλήθεια, the truth ( Read more... )

Because I am still fairly drunk and it has been a while since I have done anything here, I present to you drunk rambling #7:

FUCK YOU! I ululate in disgust while watching myself guzzle down the last of the gin that was in front of me.  I let my vices appear all in one night, with no plan to stop my self-destruction other than watching as I was ( Read more... )

pop songs give me unrealistic expectations of life

My demons are back. This cannot end well.

You're tellin' me to tell the truth even with my mouth sewn shut

Who the fuck remembers Head Automatica.... back when they were actually good

I just walked down memory lane, remembering parts of my past hidden by memories of how vile people are. I do miss somethings about being young: the innocence mostly. I need to remember, but I can't. This will eat away at my mind until all is shown to me once more. For some reason, I want to find certain ghosts of my past.

    There is something in the spring air.  It causes destruction during the ideal time of rebirth.  I look out past the city, or try to: the smog prevents me from even seeing the city limits.  I take a deep breath; holding in the air, hoping to figure out what exactly is in the air.  My muscles quaking, lungs screaming, vision darkening - I release ( Read more... )