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April 9th, 2004

(no subject) [Apr. 9th, 2004|12:16 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |knowledge portfolio.]
[Current Music |crown me king- all is quiet on every front.]

a porcelin idol wrapped in a shroud, buried at the foot of a boab tree. someone once loved it very much, to distraction, but the miasma that it cast over their life grew intolerable. the ebb & tug of personal gods can be indistinguishable from the event horizon of any other singularity.

i have been watching the prisoner today- soaking in a deep soup of alternate coexsistant realities. its not the grit of the matter, by any means. would a top secret agent plausibly be kidnaped by possibly nefarious agents? sure, at least in my x-files inundatered outlook. its the pagentry of it. to kidnap a man & take him to your surrealist villa while tailoring snappy tuxedo jackets for him? now thats a hidden grotto of a semiotic concentration camp that you can sign me up for.

also, i'm about three-fourths (3/4ths) of the way through lethem's as she climbed across the table. he does know how to purple his prose, huh? but i'm having bad premonitions. while i'm reading him, i really enjoy reading him. once i finish consuming him, though i'm left feeling betrayed. learn how to end a story asshole! they all just kind of flutter & die like a robin thats fallen from its nest.
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we can anihilate it for you wholesale. [Apr. 9th, 2004|10:04 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |blaine, casablanca.]
[Current Music |crown me king- a wooden sword carved from an oar]

i've been thinking about a metropolis, populated with some of the warring gangs that i've dreamt up over the years. the new bible heroes (who sadly began to flounder when it was pointed out that stephen merrit got there first), the dharma villians, darwin's gods & all the rest. some kind of "everybody come to the ok corral" meets the warriors coming out to play. can you dig it? just a place to let malice run unchecked. a city full of dreadnaughts.
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(no subject) [Apr. 9th, 2004|10:42 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |taus-i-melek]
[Current Music |crown me king- fisher queen (ailo dub)]

the bitter peacock monarchy was outside the inner circle of the new heirarchy, unable to wear the imperial purple. it was a political thing, not something that the maids & the butler typically concerned themselves with, but it was also unprecedented & thus perfect for gossip. to the royals, however, this slight was unforgivable. so while the khans & princes of the heirarchy spun themselves out like spider-webs, drawing up pacts with each other & signing in blood, the peacock monarchy prepared for war.

the jewel of the peacock monarchy's navy was a vessel called the NMV tiamat. with all screws turning, she could break mach two while completely submerged with no compression wave or sound signature whatsoever. the only way to track it was by following the turbulance thrown up in its wake. which is why the first targets for the peacock sappers were spotter planes & the computing hubs that ran the observation drones.
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(no subject) [Apr. 9th, 2004|11:24 pm]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |reigh lookout.]
[Current Music |loch ness family orchastra- silence.]

i met with simon "serialadder" ravenface at the "neutral grounds", a renown hang out for arms dealers & smugglers. while he & some north korean fellow mapped out battle plans for super soldiers, i looked on. after the sim, ravenface & i took off walking, down towards union square. we talked about "the scrooge," & i explained to him the basic premise of the de la guarda gambit. we talked to some guys about obtaining some rare goods for him, to little avail- i however noticed that a new occult tome had been published. i'll have to check my source on monday.

i had plans to meet dave "facehugger" illscientist at the knitting factory for a rock & roll show, but around that time my stomach started feeling...woozy. inappropriately woozy. imagine my stomach was the asshole at the party instead of me. no one was having fun! he was wrecking it for everybody! i took my leave of ravenface & thought i was headed home. oh no no no. fuck that shit, says the evil growing in my stomach. oh fuck you to hell it was sayin'. so i crashed some upscale bar, waiting behind some guy for girls to stop doing coke in the bathroom, locked myself in, & "made a scene."

then i came home & took a bath with my girlfriend.
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