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April 13th, 2004

the way bloody dental tools cut through duct tape. [Apr. 13th, 2004|01:46 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |nimrod.]
[Current Music |cmk feat. casper meets ebenezer- wrack]

the cave floor was a holocaust of sapphires, strewn with spear heads chipped from empty gin bottles. the play on words gets really richochet when fatima brings up "neolithic." we're all so fucking clever, but now that the world's mostly ended, even we don't drink as well as these sad bastards. up until now i've made all my birthday wishes for unlimited ammunition, but maybe these hunter-gatherer fucks had the right idea. at the very least they've got enough genetic memory to respect the irons strapped to our hips.

it takes me a second to yank my mind offa those villianous ruts of banditry. we didn't come here to steal liquor, we came down into this clay desert for a purpose. we came down here to see the cave paintings. the scavangers living in the corpse of the minor city a few clicks north had plenty to say about what these savages have been inking on the walls, & i'm starting to think they were onto something. a few of the symbols i recognize as angelic script, & i see a few siguls from the anathamalogia, but its the more traditional hunt scenes that've caught my eye. in the middle of all the usual spear-chucker imagry is a peculiar object of a hunt. the wall starts looking more & more like the cloisters to me.

right there in the middle all that predator-prey, circle of life crap is a painting of a unicorn. even with my cracked lips & parched tongue, my mouth start to water. i can practically feel my hands tracing over its head, skinning its skull with oft practiced skill. my fingers are twitching already, eager for the trigger. we're getting close to one of the last of those fucking unicorns. maybe the last of those fucking things. they've been buying the enemies forces time, a few lingering twilight years, but soon, all that is going to change. soon we'll be ready for Final.
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the ghost moved upon the face of the waters. [Apr. 13th, 2004|03:20 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |beatrice was alone at last.]
[Current Music |crown me king- HAVE YOU SEEN ME?]

so i have today off. some lazy fuck-bag was in my store complaining about brooklyn college's spring break policy. i have official spring break from thursday april third to wednesday april fourteenth. thats eleven fucking days you sad shit-sack! quit your bitching! but anyhow, as a result of this lenient policy, & the fact that i have tuedays off in order to go to class corrosponds with not having class in order to leave me duty free, like liquor in an airport.
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wax dummy. [Apr. 13th, 2004|06:58 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |ugly ugly ugly.]
[Current Music |evil evil evil.]

ha ha ha. i'm a huge tangled ball of neuroses & volatile self-esteem. things that i actually want to do i can't bring myself to attempt to do. but i'm getting better about things. i mean, about identifying opportunities & following through with them. what the hell is the matter with me. i am super awesome & i know all about it. so why are there these battle lines drawn in my head? anyhow, i've been drawing up outlines for success today. we'll try to get into the pool slowly. while keeping my cards close to my chest.

OKAY! shut up psychological introspection! lets think about armageddon again!
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the legacy of the demon barber. [Apr. 13th, 2004|10:03 pm]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |hired guns.]
[Current Music |this is more than anyone actually knows.]

apochryphal accounts of zzrkzzrk shoal hidalgos abound in conspiritor cells, but to date there have been no confirmed reports brought to the attention of the glassman. in contrast to the pefidious hidalgos, who remain nominally human, the shoal hidalgo grows increasingly inhuman in response to his demiurge. his flesh becomes a hive to the minor zzrk swarms, & his flesh eventually is mortified to the point at which his body is nothing more than a skeleton picked clean of sustianence by the lesser zzrk. if the exsistance of the termagent is assumed, as conspiracy aligned antinomists insist, the shoal hidalgos are doubtless the minders of its innermost chambers.

if a shoal hidalgo is encountered, ALL AGENTS are to withdraw for a FULL REPORT. if & only if the agent is completely unobserved & unsuspected should the agent remain to gather further intellegence. a shoal hidalgo is expected to be encountered with an accompanying force of perfidious hidalgos, & mistrust should be the watchword of all involved. true zzrk could also be encountered in the presence of the shoal hidalgo; as in any situation of anathemic contact, discretion is expected.
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