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15 April 2010 @ 12:32 am
I stood still. My mouth agape and silent; my eyes speaking a million meanings a minute. The hammer was cocked and trigger tensed. Words cannot describe the actions henceforth--nor any frequency, gesture, mannerism, photograph, sound, or whatever else you utilize in an attempt to communicate. It lingers of the smell of burnt hair and charred flesh. Details obstructed by plumes of smoke behind veiled faces.
That was one happening I left unscathed. Educational disaster.
I learned, that when you finally let go--accept the ineffable carnage and all it's insatiable minions--it's like taking the training wheels off.
12 January 2010 @ 11:00 pm
There's a city on fire and I love the smell
of a burning man's flesh, it's the scent of Hell.
The buildings they crumble and the flame it's wild,
we're gonna kill every man, woman, and child.

Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!

When the life is gone and the spirits have died
you will know that this land has been purified.
All the bodies are dead and they've gone to ash
well, the only thing left is to loot the stash!

Loot! Loot! Loot!
Loot! Loot! Loot!

With the streets full of blood and the gold on our necks
there's nothing left for us but dirty nasty sex.
Her chains and her leather are as cold as her heart
but nothing beats letting her tear you apart.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Now say thank you to the devil, he turned me into a demon.
locale: the office
mood: boredbored
music: the cat piano
13 October 2009 @ 02:25 pm
I am the man who listens to the mass-murderers sing.
I am the man who can tell this small world everything.
I am the perfect prescription for all the fucked up children.
I am the helpful psychopathic people person with a wicked grin.

Viva il mio amore.
Viva mie.
locale: rainy eureka
mood: calmcalm
music: plastick tracy
11 August 2009 @ 12:02 pm
He scrapes the gray festering junk of flesh from her screaming wound, home to an infinite dying souls, and watches her teeth drop like globs of burning tar-laced diamonds. Paisley-patterned grasshoppers fly like lasers galloping from one tooth to other tooth and so forth until nothing was left but shrill mandibular root flakes and super-lukewarm plasma. Nearby, inverted mountains made of hate by man are strewn about within avid vacuum salesmen strategically to annoy timid leaf-blower consumers whom coexist separated by barricades patrolled by cowboys on acid who take their time to stay around and get nowhere.
31 July 2009 @ 01:21 am
These days pass like old kidney stones the texture on the ceiling an empty mountain range surrounding an inverted volcano that will resemble eternity dried blood stains the walls and all the clothes covering the floor every face is covered with a smile whether they liked it or not plastic sounds from a megaphone voice box command all three of the unaligned squares into conformity as rusty creeps crawl through the parapets of their oozing dark temple. This dust all over your skin it's fucking vile how crass.
locale: the slot
mood: awakeawake
music: people ask me WHERES MY TURBAN and i go omg its at my house like plz chill
28 July 2009 @ 05:37 pm

You wouldn't catch a tick with a catcher's mitt.


___ the mystery you seek, hidden deep inside a redwood tree.
I talk more than I should,
too much for my own good.
Is this the life you always dreamed about?
Nothing to do but scream and shout.
24 August 2008 @ 02:12 am
Day 1: Earth(water only) and Heavens created. Day and Night instilled without the Sun...somehow.

Day 2: Invisible Canopy created--aka firmament between the waters, because he already knew about flooding the Earth & Noah.

Day 3: Land is formed. Trees/Plants/Seeds created, but not a product of photosynthesis because there is no sun yet or water to rain down upon them. This includes marijuana, hallucinogenic and deadly mushrooms, the opium poppy, coca plant, salvia divinorum, deadly nightshade, datura brugsmansia, and all other types of forsaken entheogens and poisonous plants.

Day 4: He creates two lights in the sky, which are later figured out to be a ball of gas and a lifeless rock. Oh and he also created the uncountable mass of galaxies in the universe and called them "stars" just for us to look at.

Day 5: Everything living besides humans was created. (So this is when they argue dinosaurs were created, mmmkay? 1 day /=/ 65 million years) And if you didn't notice, he made male and female versions of all of them which is why he says "be fruitful and multiply" to the animals, they obviously understand and can comprehend when God speaks to them.

Day 6: Man is made and created in the image of God and his angels. Then he steals a set of man's ribs to make a woman.

Day 7: God chills.
24 August 2008 @ 02:12 am
As an unaffiliated, I dissolve all attribution to the existence or non-existence of said individuals or individuals belief. I believe I exist and am existential in my existence whereas I am my thoughts, my thoughts are me, and I am my own God.
Waiting for the day that never comes,
no use in chasing someone that runs.
And the next day is always the same,
waiting for her, but she never came.
18 August 2008 @ 10:47 pm

We welcome the people with kaleidoscope tails,
they built a ships made of death with holes in their sails,
and the wisps they carried on,
to sing a sullen song,
they always do it wrong.