May 13th, 2006

ringwraith

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went out to half-priced indian with tom, & then afterwords decided that i hate everyone i know & don't want to call them. or at least my usual haunts. ghost ghost get out of here! i havn't been bored until recently; i keep thinking that maybe i'll go to the park to play some gameboy! that sounds like something i could enjoy doing as a time waster. since my life is a hollow shell. lets post what i wrote last night & decided not to send!

"its just fucking hillarious how quickly the drinks can disappear. which isn't even to say that they are being pounded away! just slipping into crannies & nooks. motherfuckers need to understand that there is a big bender hiding in the eves! like jesus sneaking about backstage at armageddon! even now! there is no escaping it, if there is one thing gene wolfe taught me it is that there is no escaping the wreckage (& that jesus is a time travelling torturer). & the more i squint at the computer screen the more i'm pretty sure i see another dying sun reflected from overhead. & then she tells me she's going to make her macaroni & cheese while she's gone."
  • Current Music
    crown me king- cannons lit by candle (tom & huck are dead)
ringwraith

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what time of the year is it kids? thats right, halloween! when all the ghouls come out to play. pick up your jack-o-lantern & hide your razor blade in yon apple! verily it is that merry season when all things laid to rest come back to grasp at your throat, to choke & press. to bury you in the execrated dirt of carthage & drown you in the neva river. to hide bombs beneath our bedsheets! to winnow the chafe & delve into tomes long since forgotten. to write upon these pages once drizzled with blood & ink. how we did pour then! & when we take this dagger to brow, will bleed again, will free our crown & the 40,000 blackbirds baked inside. but once more into the breech must we go, with soiled pistols, begging to be cleaned. but frankly i don't have much hope for the last charge of the dark brigade, not until the last trump, at which point we will sweep the board. which is some small comfort, but everybody knows that it is these last few years until the end of the world that i am having trouble with. especially when all you small children conspire to take my crutches away from me! hellfire & brimstone!
  • Current Music
    crown me king- raze the fallow fields, as well
ringwraith

now i remember why i was so full of madness without cease

kid i'm such a mess. when there ain't you here to fight for, well then...what is worth fighting for? i mean,it ain't the end of the world. i think about the end of the world even when you are here, but when you arn't, i fall to pieces over it. & you tried to make me promise to take care of myself while you were gone. at this point i'm not sure which is more taking care, drinking till i pass out or letting the bad dreams come. i'll probably choose a middle-path, to attempt to meet what you would call a compromise. but there is no compromise to make with these sick-&-sour memories of how it used to be, of what i used to be. i spent today on the lonesome, belly out to our enemies. you are camping & i'm jealous anyhow. i think i'm going to go spectral. thinking i hate everyone. even more than before. not a surprise to those of you listening at home with your ovaltine decoder rings. i have strength, & i wish to use it against you. against all.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- cacogen, over & over.