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October 9th, 2004

(no subject) [Oct. 9th, 2004|05:45 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Music |bang bang bang! premediated is for suckers.]

so what to say? gnash gnash gnash. i'm fucking grinding my teeth together, everytime i forget not to. chronologically: got to carla & andrew's now-defunct apartment. moved most of carla's stuff over not more than a block. packed up the truck, ran into brooklyn to move andrew. came back to the upper east side, moved the rest of carla's belongings. voila. carla & andrew took jenny & i out to sushi, then gave us lines of rat poison. or uh, whatever. stupid trains getting home, except the d runs local, everything works out. so then we get home. walking here jenny keeps telling me she loves me. does gnashing my teeth make it sound like i'm broken? i ain't. i'm just, i dunno, filled with excess energy. pulling a long all nighter so i am sure to open the store tommorow. you know all that news.
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a million bucks. [Oct. 9th, 2004|10:45 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |don't ever pray for me.]
[Current Music |crown me king- alfred pennyworth.]

in order to restore my powers i need only feast on the heart of a unicorn. & trust me, they ain't as pure as legend would have it. anyhow, i ended up hitting the hay around 6:30, grabbing a few zz's, you know. sawing a log. & the log saw me. woke up, dry heaved a while (woke up heard, say thankya) stood in the shower, schleped off to flatbush, home of islandfolk & russians. sometimes russian island folk (i swear, honest injun). so here i am alone at work, alternatly feeling tired, reading astro city, selling books ($30.30 in dante today), & wandering around like a sleep dep. victim. & i guess now i'm hungry. hungry for that fucking heart. oh let us say grace.
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the peacock & the fiddle (a play in one act) [Oct. 9th, 2004|01:07 pm]
mordicai caeli
fiddle: choke on your poetry, peacock.

peacock: you fucking redneck.
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(no subject) [Oct. 9th, 2004|10:04 pm]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |Final.]
[Current Music |crown me king- the coyote's howl (dogstar dub)]

this weariness sinks into my bones & is there, through dark alchemies, transmogrified into something bigger. with wings of shadow. i darkle on, though. i don't mind; the mantra wells up on its own, these days. "one foot in front of the other." classic, but something to go by. i darkle on, i fucking put your sparkle to shame. lonesome exile i may be? but i've got a canny eye. i see you peeking in through key-holes at me, oh diademed demigods. is my quarrel with the dweller on the threshold worrisome? do you cast your sharp glances in towards where i burn at the computer? to where i darkle? think i can't hear you whisper "asmoday!" & all your other cat calls? fucking push me & i'll sweeny todd your ass. i'm fucking niebleung you with hedges of whisper-thin swords. my magic is still strong on that side of the veil, you fuckers. bring me more glimpses of the empire of magog. it'll give me a chance to practice my aim.
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