| the bubble...the bad place... |


IlluminationIn spite of drenching light his silhouette retains all of its opacity. Rock like, he divides the melting streams. The bright tsunamiIllumination
fails to tumble him. His gravity divides the dazzling tumult.
His pose embodies a Why? too heavy for floods
of brilliance to toss aside.


Slow DeathFor generations they survived, their small community clinging to an unforgiving landscapeSlow Death
with the determination of a rock-anchored
limpet resisting the tidal race.
In good years
they might glean a modest prosperity
from their stony and benighted fields. When harvest


zealot's prayerbless me Lord, for i have sinned. i have broken the children, who's bones are thin. dashed in the skulls of the sick and insane. done to humanity what would be inhumane. danced upon their graves, my Lord. reveled in their pain. bathed in the blood of the masses. and now with nothing left to gain: i ask of you a blessing, Lord of flies and lies and death. promise me a promise on my final draw of breath: when this body's run its gauntlet and its time has come to diezealot's prayer
that my soul will find a respite somewhere 'tween the earth and sky. that the torture i have met


go sit in the corneri've found that darkened corner where the demons like to hide to chase their tails and bite their nails and grow thorns for my side.go sit in the corner
i sat me there and terried where my welcome never came. through fuss and fret and 'pop'lic'tic fit i learned to play their game.
demons-stration, remonstration abomination: tools. materials: the pride and greed and avarice of fools.
i found that darkened corner where
my demons like to hide. and in that harried blackness i've chosen to abide.
| the bubble...the bad place... |
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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
keep it up =]
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DeadAngelLover22
Du Vrangr Gata (The Wandering Path)
Togira Ikonoka (The Mourning Sage)
You're the cure to my affliction, My addiction to the end
Madness is just like gravity all you need is a little push
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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
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