January 2009
4 posts
Rippling waves, orbs of energy emanating fields of sound, felt as light. We spin, with galactic gears grinding beneath the pages of time. Mechanical, icy teeth spraying sparks of glimmer and sorrow. My heart howls, wind whips about my cavity, the shell, for there is an emptiness which drives the call, and I seek only an echo of the pain, to know that it is real, to know that it is mine. Return to...
Surrounded by light, in a room with 8 walls and a cieling of sky. My body moves like soft serve ice cream oozing out a spout. I bend and fall into myself, a mound of thought, arrested development. Dig into me you motherfuckers. Destroy me, consume my very being, I am the comfort you seek when you destroy. YES, I PICK WILDFLOWERS. YES, I FEED LOGANBERRIES TO SQUIRRELS. YES, I LAY DOWN IN ONCOMING...
I see you, in crayola, patches of colors and a lot of noise, thats you Roles, something I’d like to forget, soon enough it went quiet on the set And it was dirty, and funky, and patently false, rinse cycle and tumble dry
maybe something massive is what I need a catastrophe of sorts, a swift kick in the knees im so horizontal, yea, something like im flatlining its a way of life, these blues, its a way, someway