The whore of your soul is ready to sell ( Read more... )

Where was I born?
I don't remember It never happened.
What was my first word?
I don't remember It never happened.
What was my last death?
I don't remember It never happened.

Whom did I kill?
I don't remember.
Whom did I love?
It never happened.

I am now, what I know,
I am not, what I knew;
I am empty to be filled,
I am silent to become.

This is what I've come to understand from time being alone in and with the forest ( Read more... )

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She came from a forest
during the night,
She came and brought me
a dream for the fight.

The dream was a sword
and a cry of an owl,
The dream was a fire
burning me whole.

The fire forged me
three days full nine
As I was being offered
myself to myself.

Then in the morning
I looked at my hands,
And all that I saw
were stars in eternal night.


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I think I have nailed down creation myths, but it is hard to put it down in writing... Any way, I'll begin right in the middle of it all, and I apologize for the grammar, but I first put down this text in Latvian, so it may have some weird sentence structures.Creation myths don't speak of or refer to the creation of the material world. They speak ( Read more... )

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My jeans that I've been wearing for the last 6 years seem not to be holding together any more so well as I'd wish. Time to go shopping for new jeans probably... I really don't like shopping...