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June 14th, 2004

(no subject) [Jun. 14th, 2004|08:28 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |rasputin, ambassador.]
[Current Music |crown me king- viva lost vegas]

bitter bitter sayth the sister & the mother. like snapdragons, but more snapnewts, tinier, harmless except to each other. this time elizabeth does appear to be in the right- of course the pretty girl gets asked into the vip lounge. anyhow, thats how the evening ended up. hard rock casino with owen wilson & hyde from that 70s show. oh, & me buying my own dinner. abyssmal!

the cirque show "o" was great, to no-one's surprise. the hideous majordomo who turns into the fisher king, the streaming veil of the red curtain, the masked hecate in the many waters. the theater itself was beautiful as well. i sat in the third row, all the way against the right wall. a funny angle on everything.
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i keep seeing men with escorts. "escorts." [Jun. 14th, 2004|08:40 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |rend the caul.]
[Current Music |crown me king- four (million) dead in ohio.]

there is this weird mantra in vegas. everyone says "good luck" instead of "sorry" or "excuse me" or "goodbye" (all those broken words we've grown familiar with). good luck? i just don't get the weird burning heart of the gambler. i've taken to skulking around the roulette tables, apropriating free (well) drinks. by well, i imply a deep, dank shaft streaching into the earth, a clattering bucket (or pail). by pale, i mean like the colour of a ghost, shimmering above the hotel bed, tormented. everyone here in vegas wriggling, like a pail filled with tadpoles. a writhing, indistinct mass, like horseflies clinging to the genitals of a woman, crucified.
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now i gotta go learn how to play craps. [Jun. 14th, 2004|10:38 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |hibernating ants.]
[Current Music |crown me king- hyrule has too many jim crow laws]

i'll say one thing- i havn't been getting nearly enough drinks early in the morning. i thought vegas was supposed to be about a constant state of inebriation? its the primordeal ooze from which all good vacations crawl out of. but here i am sober! this won't do, this won't do one bit. i'll awaken the titans & storm fucking olympus for a taste of that ambrosia called liquor. oh happy glass. a bloody mary is a breakfast cocktail; maybe i'll walk down that road, like a john bunyan character. Christian encounters Malice! oh its heart warming, or would be if i didn't keep my heart in a glass jar on the shelf. all these little "ohs" are littering my day today- its like i keep being surprised by something.
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declaration of war. [Jun. 14th, 2004|05:04 pm]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |whores killed: 1]
[Current Music |crown me king- viva lost vegas]

streached out under the sun, soaking it up & hating it. i'm the black pard sometimes, an obsidion god of aztec-myth, voracious in my appetites. from time to time i pad down the tiled stairs into the pool of water, & when i leave it i shiver, the water wicking away into the moisture starved atmosphere. briefly, i'm cold in the desert, under the unbearable sun. but i bear it, of course. a yawn is a display of fangs for me, & this sunshine bullshit is unbelievably boring.

my sister is in the hospital. i guess she wouldn't stop throwing up earlier, heaving out her unfaithful innards. while she was preoccupied with that, i learned how to lose thirty dollars ($30.00) at craps. i lost with panache, & even placed a bet for the dealer, as a tip. roll those dice, folks, the deadline fast aproaches. then i ate a savory crepe for lunch. i got my drinks, but not nearly enough of them.
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