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...and we sink, and we drown... [21 Aug 2006|10:30pm] In these deep cells of restless awakenings when I must cherish nothing but these four walls in which solidarity runs through the follicles...I go for a stroll and speak to the little blue eyed boy who dwells near the well who shares with me about the rib cage in the sky, a giant rib cage that has opened up before him to show him nothing but the terrible in the world. I confess to the young that I too have once kissed the lips of lucifer and danced with him joyfully in the midst of souless nieve mornings and watch everything I loved die viciously before me, while the ichor flowed well through the veins of my trespassers. Then at times I hammered jesus to the cross and watched good friends screaming for help out of led boxes they put themselves in. Ive shot morality in the heart and then carried the remains in several knap sacks attached to my cerebelum and drowned in the river the pious cleanse in while shooting shots of poison to the liver. The boy tells me he already knows this and hes eyes turn into the morning sun, my head feels like its 2000 pounds and I realize that im in my room...talking to myself. 1 Rejoice!| Speak Aloud

pools of sorrow, waves of joy, are drifting through my open mind possessing and caressing me. [05 Aug 2006|01:19pm] [ mood | bored ] [ music | The Dirty Three-Amy ] HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, draggin themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, who passed through the universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy amoung the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall. P.S.I think we should all get together some people to take a trip to Magic Mountain before it closes anyone down to go? 1 Rejoice!| Speak Aloud

[01 Aug 2006|04:56pm] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | Radiohead-Exit Music(for a film) ] I cant Hear. The Cab Drivers, The Dark Alleys, The Cigarettes, The Lies, The Sacrifices, The Cheap Wines and Cheap Tricks, The Black Nights, The Lonely Days and Stairways, The Knives in your Side, The Gamblers, The Cautious, The Locked Doors, The half mast Flags and broken black bags, The Unlocked Doors, The Writers, The Broken Tongues, The Holy Book, The Hallucinations, The Clocks, The Memories, The Friends, The Broken Cups, The Love seat Couches, The Priest, The Prodigies, and The Prophets,The Junk Fix, The Broken Bricks, The Diamond Skies, The Splinters, The Cross, The Lumberjacks, and the poetry. 5 Rejoice!| Speak Aloud

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