in hell and our wastelands, in delerium & destitution, in the moments immediately following these....
as was promised, days of wax came and left. their spilled ashes lingering as our only points of recollection. the beasts with whom we used to lay revealed their black hearts & intentions thru inferno eyes, thru seductive clouds of aromatic smoke. in opposing shades of delight and dispair the evil city has opened its arms to us and is actively welcoming our souls back into its mouth. in hell and our wastelands, in delerium & destitution, in the moments immediately following these we freefall from fire to frying pan.
during idol times we found the shards lending us bits and pieces of the great mysteries.. death, love & the continuation of souls were first and foremost our topics of concern. we worshiped the sunset for its awakening of great darkness. it used to provide and we were lost.... in the shifting nothingness of total blackness we found solutions to aforementioned problems, their inequalities cast shadows on the desicions made to manipulate this time, and the procession of events 'now' will inspire. his bitches made themselves available, yet our alloted time did not permit the dedication and perseverence we intended.. as with our last excersion, lust & love became an unsatisfied mistresses. oh the hatred swelling in our wake, its aromatic whispers embrace the moments of expiration & of execution. our forces fed from hate's invested worship. i discovered what i wanted had nothing to do with services, but everything to do with belief. death.. its glory remains awesome to even the most reluctant of observers.
in our endeavors towards intimate understanding we gave way to entropy. we were inside of small bubbles making her our object of concern. abandoning as her pasttimes may present her to us we took her being for what they were.. the utter embodiment of all things unravelled. even in these hours of darkness she serves the purpose we set forth back in the dying outer edges of the times occuring before this one. the universe had messaged us: we fucked her and swam the eddys of unrelinquishing desire, we killed her & became as the universe was.
*come to scenes of suffering,
searchin' believin' in ultra flesh
pleasure seekers, come see suffering
searchin' believin' in ultra flesh*
g.mann
