Breathless and gaping ( Read more... )

you made me your little puppet whether you knew it or not
and every dream is directed at you
what have you done to my peace of mind
cut out my eyes, because all they see is you
I will lay bleeding on the kitchen floor
in hopes you'll leave my head.

My kitchen ceiling rained on me tonight. How freakin' wonderful. I know this was going to be a strictly poetic outlet journal, but yeah. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just one spot, but noooo! After the intial fall down of ceiling tiles and torrent of water, there are no little wet spots popping up on half the ceiling.  GREAT. now I have to make ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I'm going into the city. I'm goingto plop myself at the fountain in Washington square park and I'm going to write. I'm going to explore every side cafe and bookstore. I'm going to buy condoms (simply because condomania has like...fantastical ones) for my friends and promote the prevention of STDs. I'm going to be a visionary. A martyr for ( Read more... )

it's only a matter of time
before the queen of hearts rolls over
the hatter got stuck in the trap
alice should have known better
than to fool around with drugs and irony.

 never forget ( Read more... )

 (this is really more spoken word...I tried doing it as a track and hated my voice. So...here it is ( Read more... )

be it light or dark this sickly sweet debauchery
honeysuckle and myrrh taint your skin
soft, bronze in the passing moonlight
strips of leather and the carnal desire of sin
breath moves slowly
in out, in out, in....
will you take me down your spiraling
cascading staircase and descend with me
into Dante's blazing purgatorio.
Where lust and love
are synonomous ( Read more... )

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I hadn't ever really intended to post videos here but this song says it. And it's amazing. The wonderful Cristina Scabbia and the incomparable Apocalyptica.

living paradigm
bastardized in religion and theory
no more of these armchair convictions
life is for the living

put on the drink
swallow it down
let it coat your muscles
leading to the heart of your soul

time is of the neverending
circular and vast
though finite and catholic in its views
so far the calender is blank

bring me to the sovreign sky
and let it ( Read more... )