May 26th, 2004


the places you miss the most when you are an exile.

our boy is a solider, thats the one thing. throw all the enemies at him you want, jesus christ, & he'll just keep cutting them down with languid strokes, like he's scything grass. bring upon him all the trappings of war & he will not falter. his diadem is unbreakable, invincible, alight with gnomon & shadow. his veins are filled with poison & liquor, but you will break your fangs on his body before you taste it. he is valiant against the naked stars- all the universe will be his chalice & he will drink the bitter tears of every world by the time this armageddon has drawn to a close.

but it will all start in brooklyn.
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