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December 21st, 2004

(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2004|12:33 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |are you done?]
[Current Music |poloroids of sad cardicans- the hallie richwine song.]

so i guess jenny's ex-roommate was just the musical guest on david letterman. i guess sparrowhills will be here sunday. then sarah will be in town for the new years trauma-drama. o & i guess cortney will also be in the big apple for that bash-smash-crash. lets see what rome looks like when it burns! or at least, thats what i kept telling caligula. hey well when i say paint the town red i fucking mean it, thimble & cross, bell book & candle. i learned about grand-gougal & shit as well! fucking re-run central. the bookstore was a bit of here, a bit of there. progroms, projects. welcome to the 21st of december, the day of stalin's birth. o i guess there was something, there was a bit & a monster. speaking of monsters, i watched lilo & stitch tonight. i recomend taking a few fish to that aquarium! take a few fucking swings on that golf course! o also- rasp poetic! cate blanchette (o galadrial o valinor!) gweneth paltrow (most mermaid-like of all girls).
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2004|01:11 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |tusks.]

o the haunted robot! the soul of a ghost bound (through voodoo & seance) to the cold metal of the machine! maybe you can hear me laughing from here. i keep trying to tell you about the race apart from mortals, apart from gods. the mad arab called us the egregori. quite honestly i couldn't care less about watching. can you hear your name echo in the hollows of my chest? fucking cry havoc up in there, you dumb fucking japs. i level your cities, i melt your shadows. heck, i'll rumplestilskin stamp my rage until i crack this world in two. do i sound like a broken record? i hope i do. all i long for is the perfect return to things non-euclidian, non-fucking-newtonian. tell you what- i'll tell you about my indo-china hot girl. listen up: daphne might just be the hottest girl i've ever written, but cao is a close second. but here i am dreaming only of cutting female fish up, gut to gut, ripping out strings of caviar, black pearls of fish eggs. let me sew my mouth shut- oh we know what stillborn messes i am daydream head about. i talk, i wag my tongue, i fucking lash, i smash, i drink the royal jelly. come ant, come enemy. come now, so i may eat your blood & snarl in your face. i challange you i duel! i, as peter would say, kill you filthy vorga. there are not enough shivas, enough durgas, enough kalis, to slake my lusts.
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2004|09:25 am]
mordicai caeli
Poll #406829 inspired by last night's dream-gaunt.

do you think suicide is more fun for:

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