May 28th, 2005

goblin king

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the other night jenny summed up my brain by saying "you think there are angels inside the walls." a not entirely unfair statement. fuck, getting down to brass tacks & iron nails, that is pretty much what we are left with. at least, from an outside-in teasing sort of perspective. the other bits are the important parts, at least to me. the parts about being only a third of a whole, of abandonment & exile. those are the consecrated wounds. anyhow, just musings, ruminations. watched white noise tonight. not a very intresting film, though the suspense isn't entirely poorly executed. hairs raised, if not a full ninety degrees. the documentries were kind of maddening. parapsychologists talking about experiments when they don't know the first thing about it, like popper never wrote a single god-damn word. i miss the alchemists. though missing alchemists is like missing dinosaurs- look at all the pretty birds! except fucking pigeons. a baby pigeon almost crapped on my after work today, shitting its wormy feces all over everything. anyhow, i brough home a bunch of buyback books, cheap, including a $3 watchmen & a $180 dollar anatomy book for $5. anyhow, watching crummy suspense movies just remind me of the mothman prophecies, how i like it & no one else does. & driving home with roxanne from who knows where & her telling me she hates me because now that she knows me, she gets that movie.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- getting dizzy with indrid cold

the black wall of lamentation.

these cobwebs of buildings. not a haunting to be had. i'd relish a ghost from elsewhere besides myself. spring forth from some other sucker's head, athena. i am in no mood. too often of late have my thoughts been troubled by glaciar & tundra. all this fucking ice, & the dragon within it. the poison within it, for what is a dragon if not the most venomous of all those which bear scales? hollow, vacant icebergs. so suddenly i'm the expert on salvage laws? jetsam & flotsam & lagan are all about me in a halo. a lacunae, really, since i don't so much do radiance as hunger. i'm so very empty, here upon your world. the gates of heaven are yet closed to me. will you not give to me of your breath, of your very heart's blood? selfish, you children of the second empire. your successors will not share your flaws. already the time grows short. soon the mordicai yug will be upon you. for know you not that you dwell in in the age of iron? how can you ignore the terrible weapons? dorkasaurus rexes.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- even skylab crashed
modern nazgul

th'nng jah va houwang.


girlfriend climbs into bed in the morning, after passing out on the couch last night. eventually i wake up, get ready, go grocery shopping: i get her soup, coffee (in the hopes she'll do laundry), & a bagel. just a quick run to the mexican grocery. blow the scene, & get kidnapped by the trains! zooming me to crown heights! fuck utica! so i negotiate my way back to flatbush. stupid, stupid 2 train. then i hung out at work by myself being a little unhinged for the next several hours. read some comic books, basically stalked around the store being mister manager. christopher finally came in around 2:30, then i ordered....mexican! feast abounds! then peter-sulk came in. then neville hung around! & comic-book kid! comic book kid is the kid who browses the erotica & then reads comics for a while without ever buying anything. i don't mind. we're formative in his childhood! fucking ankle-biter. then work was DONE! this is the story now of what i did after work. it was raining & the 2 train was running on the lexington avenue line, aka express, so i did the transfer to the r train. fuck that shit. um, okay. drank a cup of coffee (so very tired!) & then picked up MORE groceries. this time from the real grocers. cottage cheese, frozen pizzas, frozen stuffed pastas of various kinds, carrots, mustard, pickles, probably some other stuff. then jenny did some jiggery with the computer, we watched monty python, & now she is in bed & i am watching alex baldwin be nakedish.

that is what i "did" today. you think. but really, mostly i advanced my wicked agenda 3 points. not bad on a 500 point plan.
  • Current Mood
    aww, lobster ravioli.