mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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these wings of mine oscillate in time to the drone of a haunted cemetary.

signifigant portions of last night, my mind both asleep enough & awake enough to feign honesty, was swarmed over with what howard phillip lovecraft would have called "night gaunts." a whole host, black across the golden fields & crimson skies, descending locust-like upon little old scarecrow me. it isn't so hard to scare me. leave me alone with myself long enough & i'll do all the work for you. these woad spirals painted on my skull by a life lived without purpose makes my brain into a lacquered & painted coffin & little more. when the spaceships of another world come to this world, & thugee cultists begin to shoot flaming arrows across the sea, bolts that defy gravity & rise into the heavens to become stars? then at last will my hour have come. but until then i'll be wracked with this malady, every so often.

the other day at work i was reminded of alan's quote "very few people know how to behave in a massacre." except, i amended it to exclude the commie ruskies, saying "except russians. russians know how to behave in a massacre. in fact, i'm not sure they know how to behave outside of one." so of course, this russian immigrant girl shopping there was like "russians only know how to behave in what?" & gave me the evil hate eye. which left me to kind of bashfully shrug & be like "uh, in a massacre. its a stalinist joke." haha. it sounds like a cop-out, but it was true! we think stalin is hella funny round these parts, little lady.

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