May 5th, 2004

goblin sneak

fly the abandoned skies.

the sky is lousy with zepplins today, crewed by the dead. somebody over near grand army plaza was shooting incidiary rounds or flaming arrows or something at one of the airships, & brought it crashing down like a star onto several buildings. so now i'm worrying about the rest of brooklyn catching fire, igniting into a pyre big enough to draw down the eye of god. the fever has mostly left my body by now, & strength has begun to return to my pale limbs, & so it is with brooklyn; if it burns, it will emerge from its ashes better & stronger. we'll come at last into the final age, leaving the kali yug behind for the mordicai yug. then we'll fucking see who's serious. we will not be trifled with. we will not be stopped, or shaken.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- sexual healing
modern nazgul

the toothiest snatch of them all.

charybdis, oh you great swallowing monster. you moist cavern into which ships, sailors, & heroes slide. you wear the siren's in your hair & the great eye of polyphemus about your neck like a broach. your song is ruin, your voice is the allure of negation. you are the solace at the bottom of a cup, the space between a mad flutist's notes. your shores are the shores upon which broken hearts wash up on, the event horizons of forlorn & unrequited love. you are the haunting that brings empires to their knees. you are croatan. gnash your teeth & teach the jormungdir world serpent shame at calling its fangs a maw, charybdis. sing me the lullabye about oblivion, oh great gash.
  • Current Music
    crown me king feat. ice-t- grenade salesmen