mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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mordicai strikes back.

so there have been a couple of nights where i've dreamed of dead unicorns. ghosts, not of the faggy little purple & pink gilded kind, but of the tall noble kind; the kind with long horns that arn't fragile decorations (like cake icing) but weapons; the kind with powerful necks clearly meant to absorb the impact as horn is skewered into flesh. the kind no lion would beat down & take a crown from. fucking draft horses on steroids. i don't know what it is, but when they die, they ain't so horse like. they are these shadows, these cut out humanoid silhouttes. incorporeal as any good haunt, except the horn is still there. solid as anything & jutting out from the middle of their head-tenebrae.

i'll keep killing them though, never fear.

whatever it is about shadow, its spreading. i keep thinking about technology powered by shadows. there is a whole name for the genre, you know. gnomon, though pretty much the only example that springs to mind is the sundial. though all sorts of speculations spring to mind. all kinds of gloomy things that just get the fucking job done. if you don't know what i'm talking about, then fuck you, you probably never will.

so i guess jenny & i are on the guest list of a trendy nightclub & we'll hang out in the vip lounge with amete et al. & see grandmaster flash. i will be wearing black rhinestones & snorting coke of black strippers tits & there will be a black fucking evening for all, i guarantee you that*. i'm a trig motherfucker & make no mistake about it. i've got candycorn dagger eyes for the ladies & a frankenstein-monster brain for the men. desire me & despair. deny me & despair. etc.

*not an actual guarantee

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