October 4th, 2004


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well hell. i mean, all 9 layers. a stop-over in dis for a drink.

but its swell, oh hell. its all nice on ice, alright?

is it working? "affect?" i mean, uh. i mean, "i'm in a good mood."

is it working?
goblin sneak

crocodiles in tears.

feeling as jaunty as samedi's top hat. 1/600 of a six-million dollar man, & thats no exageration. this whole life is a party, a masquerade ball, so lift up your domino & lets hit the dance floor. writhing there, on the wood, under glass & steel. dreaming about buildings collapsing, toppling. about the sky falling. every day brings us one day closer to the end of the world- i can tell you that much. you're closer than you've ever been & now you're even closer. i see wizards in debate- some invoke the tree, some invoke the dragon. all those poor men working under a mad-man's thesis. nicodemus, the familiar of blaine, is perched on a man's shoulder. his face is goat-ish, eyes sunken into deep hollows, skeletal. his paws are women's hands, nails painted red. his tail boney, like a cat tail stripped of flesh. he whispers in a man's ear about labyrinths, about mazes. some wizards swear by woland, like lunatics themselves. as though someone else could accomplish what woland did. does. the sorceress in the cornor invokes nazr, ailu, old names with power. older warlocks shush her.

someone mentions gemma & the room goes quiet.

so what can i tell you, oh brilliant diamond? sparkle to me your questions. you want to know about plurality of being? you want to know what lyric tumbled from talesin's lips to bind me here to camelot? if m stands for mordred? how many pieces the mirror in snow white would shatter into if struck? do i look like fucking karnak? i'll tell you, there is only one inhuman whose name starts with m. i'll scream at that mirror, you fucking jewel of inquest. i'll find your flaw, beautiful. i can wait. if i'm your demi-god, i can wait. you sing to me like the lady of the lake. i'll be dagon, you be tiamat. i'll be murder you be premeditation. oh singular gem. you endless god-damn oubliette. i'll invoke the three arcana, you know. sword, crown, & gun. there names are almost laid bare. you want me to show you occult? oh i'll fucking name these things for you. gird myself about with what i am. you'll see my sigul, & you will know, oh perfection. no prison is inescapable; if zod can get out, than so can i. i can escape this negative zone, this fucking phantom world. i'll bring war to heaven & raze it if i have to. we're going home soon, we're going home.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- dweomer
cigarette burns

now do you doubt that bird was true? FUCKER?

welcome to time travel. lets go, i don't know, 65 million years into the past. watch me plummet. see my crash, smell the reek of burning dinosaur flesh. i streak across the sky i struck across the sky. i even impact the atmosphere. fuck i'm black lightning, white devil. you know what? lets not time travel. is it worse in the first moments of loneliness or when you've been left alone for so long? which is worse, he asks? man, this part of my brain is out to lunch. here is an envelope, i've posted it to "the north pole" & put it in a blue box. let saint (st.) nick deal with my problem-child head. lets go to the cupboard & take my black heart down from a shelf. see it twist in its jar of formaldehyde. oh lovely heart, you bear in you so much hate for me. you're swell, you are the heart of a serial killer & you're stuck in that fishbowl. you know, heart, i have the grail. not the cup of christ, but the older thing, the cauldron. you know, those knights found it. it didn't save england, though. nothing could save england. except i guess winston churchill. i guess he's a hero. he lied & lied to keep the enigma cipher safe. he wave to folks & let them die. hard choices are what makes a hero admirable. & tasty. yawn those jaws wide, heart. wait, are hearts supposed to have fangs? i can't tell anymore what is & isn't wrong with me. whats diffrent because i'm an angel, whats broken, whats missing because i'm not a real boy. my temper is true, i'll promise myself that much, & shut up. shut up, you were right to cut the thread, the silver cord. sever the umbilical. wash your blade in the quicksilvered blood that poured forth. now, floating free in space. thoughtless & sincere in action, the grimmest samurai ever. lets slay the dweller on the threshold lets win our way through the armies. come on mario! you're princess is in this castle i swear it to you on your brother's grave. oh fuck i guess its time to put this heart back in its place, up on the shelf with all those terrible tools of my profession. nestle it snug in its space. i'll light an un-candle to burn dark for you, to keep you company in your long sleep. close your eyes, oh my villian's heart.
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    crown me king- requiescat in pace, luigi