December 10th, 2005

dracular

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it is slightly true that i let the new guy at the deli put maple syrup onto a chicken parmesean sandwich. well! how was i to know that isn't how it goes! it could go that way. shut the fuck up, earthlings. you heard me. tonight was kromelizard's drunk-ass birthday. i got there a little late, around eight, but in plenty of time. asian pub, bitches. though the four dollar drink menu has expanded to include martinis & other shit, which sort of cheapens the girlie drink drunk charm of it. anyhow, for once it was jumping. & for once we got bounced. or at least, peter got cut off, which is as good as, really. kassie showed up (to confess her true love) but only in time to leave, & on the way home, i ran into lilly! surprise, surprise. that could pan out okay. anyhow, carried (carried) peter home, then came home myself. ta-da!
  • Current Music
    crown me king- ensamnhet+darling
modern nazgul

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of course- there were demons in those days. coming from me, that might sound absurd. you know how vehement i get on the subject. angels is a topic i hold near & dear, & perish those who would say one could be anything other. so when i say demons, rather than take it with a grain of salt, realize the raw scope of the thing. stuff to makes the gnostics gasp out that they were right, things of flesh & foulness. of skin & bones & rubber. they've all sunk to impossible depths now. but i kind of miss them. there is something to be said for it, for a cruel & harsh echo. a repot across the hills that wakes the damned. "no more kidding around, motherfuckers," that is what the giant squid says. "if by now you havn't gotten it, with all this krakening around, then fuck your stupid idiot ass," they jet out, like ink, as they slink away. & you know, true that: fuck you. how many times can these ice cubes, pills, marbles dribble off our tongues. your crooked language only allows so many lies. we try to get close, but you wilfully refuse us.
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    crown me king- quequeg's coffin
^_^!

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picture of moderation! i might as well have been drinking apple juice & calling it liquor. but now it is time to put these things away & take a shower, for today, i am a worker bee. & i will, just as soon as i finish my tea. i've got to get the warmth inside me, on account of the heat at the bookstore still being broke as fuck. so i will break out the cosby sweater. dreams last night of electric lights beneath me. of the old man drawing his sword & in a burst of flames his wings appearing. flew me from bus stop to waterfront, across an ocean of oil rigs. as usual there was more going on, but it has slipped. i tried a little to get a little nashtkamanthah mojo goin', with the fair-hair'ed one, but not to any avail that i can recall. so it is saturday morning on the planet earth, & little angel mordicai is getting his citizen of the empire persona polished up, girded on. prepare for anhilation served up with a smile. like i said, i've carved my flute into a sword to slaughter the daemon sultan. & the rest will come tumbling down like dominoes. yay.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- poterheist (crime in the underworld dub)
^_^!

well here i am supreme buzz buzz. hail the hive!

this skeleton store! steel racks recessed in the walls- you pull 'em out & there we've got hanging from it bones n' bones. sneaky bones of calcium, full of juicy marrow. whalebones, moosebones, whatever kind of bones you need. trailblazers from the american expansion brought us the bones of thunder lizards, fresh from the redskin's butchers. conquistadors brought the titanic bones of the serpents living in the lake about tenochtitlán. all sorts of crazy ass bones. the bones of a real live irishman! really now. a couple of jars of eyeballs, too. newt eyes even. glass jars. nice, bulbous jars. you know how we do. professor snarl!

note to self: remember group novel idea: doctor acula!
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    crown me king- romulus slays remus