March 20th, 2003

ringwraith

burrough's cut-up (http://web.ukonline.co.uk/gary.leeming/burroughs/cutup_machine.htm)

my heart is no less than the bikini atoll test. she's in my brain like barbituates in heaven's gate's pudding. in the vernacular, i love her. on heaven is compass north? she is magnetic north, the way my heart is drawn. i've spent all of today realizing how completely in love i am with her. the romantic devestation she's wrought on a moment. god fucking she is to other girls. where damn i miss you. here comes my palate was all black paint, a candle. here it comes. she snuck in red. if my war from a nap dance with him. she's so amazing. with the blanket around my face how dew on spider webs puts & mistakenly thought you were kissing stained glass to shame- that's what me, for from books spear. honestly, i'm just nervous about with indisctinctly shaped characters with names seeing jenny. i'm a fucking eighth like "miss mischevious" or "mr. accountable." (8th) grader asking a girl to i woke up at imagery utterly lacking context. there isn't bay beneath that nightgown of yours. even a boil that needed lancing. those carnivorous fishes behind your lips. i'm just st. george shaking his you read to me i just wanted to try to its no coincidence that one of sort out my thoughts cogently, instead the slang term for liquor is of with my usual mishmash of "spirits." (carat) you're keeping those insects

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ringwraith

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last night's dream was very strange. one of the girls from battle royale was mentioned in it. there was, i think, a reality show going on, & after the end of the world, they kept voting people off. while the bombs were dropping, people kept running off the end of the pier & swimming till they drown. traveling, i found a strange aztec-&-extraterrestrial temple, with spikes on the tops of the walls. inside were painted on stripes, placed there by nazi archeologists, trying to trace the path of the three virtues: harm, deceit, & pain. i tried to walk the harm path, but i accidentally wandered down a subway tunnel. the barrelling train would have killed me, if it wasn't for the fact that i had dreamed about being hit by a train before. after the train past, a sort of ghost in the shell tank got off it. i evaded it for a little, but it eventually cornored me near my tribe. by this time, i'd started to figure out things about the situation, the virtues, & i tried telling the others, but the train-tank kept kicking me, trying to crush me. telling me that my attempts to talk were worthless. when the pilot finally got out, she was a small japanese girl. we played a trivia game & she kept pinching my leg for good luck when she answered. after she got comfortable, i stabbed her in the arm with a shiv, & then kept stabbing her until she died. she was the scion of pain. now i was the scion of harm. the girl from battle royale was the scion of deciet.
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