tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55875412011-11-16T03:01:34.891-07:00:.in-sanity & in derision.:setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1103336997121363392004-12-17T19:26:00.000-07:002004-12-17T19:56:46.860-07:00

http://profiles.myspace.com/users/935339 thx blogger.

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1102757173794712322004-12-11T02:25:00.000-07:002004-12-11T02:27:28.980-07:00

feed these flames he said to me.. i, strung upon mirror after mirror and refusing those words, fell aside with other shards.. the further we roll around, the more depictions bleed thru these sheets we lay. they recommend rolling in the needing graces.. familiar voices return, we are forgetting everything right before and up to these moments. his eyes burned as embers thru the thickness, his

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1097902131229678892004-10-15T22:40:00.000-06:002004-10-17T00:05:35.656-06:00

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

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1093451107628265542004-08-23T01:13:00.000-06:002004-08-25T11:48:45.110-06:00

i believed in the mystery once.. its narcotic caresses lulled our sullied beasts to & from delerium, fragments of their unanswered demands still waft aromatically thru the thickness. plentiful were the punishing & distressed in those years; their forms drew caustically across our future's future.. willing to trade the lust for sex, the killing for death. we remembered their signs and called to

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1082776839952349992004-04-23T21:20:00.000-06:002004-04-27T21:48:55.670-06:00

this sickness burns deep into my throat, signs the wind is coming to gnaw at my arms & jaw again.. her whispered moans lead me from shelter into storm, her cries promising of pleasure better than what we have, taunting us to forget our past, forsake everything to be within the demon's angry breath, to kill those we love, steal from those who depend on us.. to abandon everything that we once held

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1082096551688876002004-04-16T00:22:00.000-06:002004-04-19T19:53:58.890-06:00

beyond tears, in shallow graves and the dust of crimson sunsets we believe to the end.. so long has this process of love, sadness, death, re-fascination and love again turned that its sullen illusions fade into the truer etches of absolute truth. from beyond the howling mesas broken bones continue to rattle their battle cries thruout my windy nights, the demons who live in that wind tear at my

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1076036715221553412004-02-05T20:05:00.000-07:002004-02-05T20:19:07.700-07:00

in the minutes and hours and days that slowly dragged across our flesh during dry chillwind blown months we recall the burning sands of hellfire and disease left too many years ago for too few good reasons.. gods & demigods of consumption, whores of complete adaquacy & the stuff wildest dreams are made of, incinerating summernight air filled with wafting fumes of guilty sinners & architecture

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1073721725597939922004-01-10T01:02:00.000-07:002004-02-05T20:04:33.500-07:00

6 days thru the hourglasses of emaciated homebound harlots have slipped into oblivion since last year coughed up its last and dying breath.. winter hazed days elude even my most precious moments of decomposition.. today's melody of crushing steel, weeping sores and the angonizing whines of those less fortunate than us did nothing to convince this collective the pertinency of our existance's

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1072561536533027572003-12-27T14:45:00.000-07:002003-12-27T14:46:38.810-07:00

lack of light.. total blackness.. dark & deep velvety holes from which godly whores of every magnitude crawl.. hungry fires lick the bellys of our loved ones whilst all things rigid & structured fall to crumbling dust.. we are alone again in this abyss, unreasoned & unsane in our endeavors. forever used to mean a long long time.. longer than eternity, how our perception of its futility has

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1071721592555312962003-12-17T21:26:00.000-07:002003-12-25T11:12:47.530-07:00

returning to these places, dark shadows move in intimate fashions and we swim mightly within a wonder-ness of the catastrophe in works currently & around us... inbetween the blades there comes safety, this want of violence & sensual interactivity.. we are arranged, as funeral flowers, between the corpses of these whose fortune included assimilation with us, at the times we began in these places

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1070600771518304972003-12-04T22:06:00.000-07:002003-12-04T22:07:11.716-07:00

for love, for death, for all things unseen i bow & serve fervently.. time changes from this way to another, its entropic declining effects are felt everywhere.. in ways and in effect. we believe the course of this stream has interlaced other places with ours.. doorways appear out of nothing.. beings we refer to as 'ones' speak from great distance and barrier.. conditionally we barter, trading

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1069555505001401572003-11-22T19:45:00.000-07:002003-11-23T20:42:42.483-07:00

methodical as these steps appear, we surely fall to pieces under the rays of light & dispersed contention.. spirits aloof & undependable rage within these walls of mud, their magestic death rattle sounds reverberate inside my mind's coffin. pain and the thirst for it make murderers of the well-to-do while our equations presented before and again depict a species addicted to its own suffering &

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1069038405095102142003-11-16T20:06:00.000-07:002003-11-17T08:26:51.500-07:00

hungry and frantic, the sadness of these souls washes thru dark winter eyes.. believing we are greater than our parts' sum, we tend to stoke our self justifying illusion like its a fireplace. ignition and all things of brightness forgive even the most wretched of souls, lending warmth in forms of scalding licking fingers of flame as the cold and frozen beg for release from hibition and denial..

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1068767926008217332003-11-13T16:58:00.000-07:002003-11-17T08:29:30.560-07:00

all hallow's & all saints night have died a slow and choking death, the evil ones who visited us took what they came for and have left empty barren females as restitution.. darkness has grown to depths incomprehensible and foundless.. bringing hopeless ventures to climatic sensations before dropping all who stand alone into the vastness of its abyss.. hearts wrung of all compassion now feast in

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1067302823943301342003-10-27T18:00:00.000-07:002003-11-17T08:31:32.623-07:00

forever and ago, i found myself vaporized by the talons of equity.. loose thru falling shades of lost souls, gaping in the reality of linear existance, the place i became made obvious the need to save this world.. a populace astray by means of their own inadaquacies, a species fallen from the path of natural selection, where handicaps continue to propigate and deformities are now the norm,

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1066523961150777672003-10-18T18:39:00.000-06:002003-10-27T18:00:43.883-07:00

heartbreak steals in silent cups overflowing with a loss of expectation and empathy.. chairs latched under doorknobs lock us into walls that diminish us slowly, pieces by pieces, parts by parts. a thin ribbon of fluid betrays our intentions to bleed out these horrible secrets in ruby droplets.. shiney and perfect until melded with the rest of the liquids escaping drainside. of holocaust or

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1065381254966766172003-10-05T13:14:00.000-06:002003-11-23T20:53:40.560-07:00

your pleasure, absolution within eternal damnation.. not for promises of heaven, but for invitations to hell. our crimes qualify us for extrodinary punishments. darkness is fortified thru your screams and together, our lust remains indisputable in its intensity.. gladly falling forward, we wrap arm in arm to insure our impact upon that faraway bottom may occur in synchronicity.. forever is the

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1064880463593505462003-09-29T18:07:00.000-06:002003-11-23T20:55:22.576-07:00

as long as this night remains my savior, i will not fail to seethe thru the confines of domestic inhibition; defences as collateral, revenge is as restitution and we have no fear of the others who come before us, and those who will ultimately outlast us. sliding my skills deeply beneath hesitation, we radiate with a shining and illuminating darkness.. hungry for bitter souls and legion

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1064558832366093752003-09-26T00:47:00.000-06:002003-09-28T08:50:19.430-06:00

by the time you read this, i will have recited your name 6 times, i will have sucked at your soul 13 times and will have attemped to steal your life once.. you have infected every cell of my being.. innumerously. i crave your screams, your blood.. your beating heart. beside myself in the anxiety that someday i may consider letting you go.. inconsequential.. for these moments are everything we

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1064372227247013592003-09-23T20:57:00.000-06:002003-09-23T22:02:51.376-06:00

as passive responses continue to erode our collective hunger we methodically break down selfless barriers of denial.. yes, the last vestige of dignity confounds even the simpliest of evil souls, unable to comprehend that respect and dignity are quietly killing this populace. what value is dragged from burning wastelands, from empty eyeshadowed hearts and pithy dissicated graves is bound to form

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1063511688469046362003-09-13T21:54:00.000-06:002003-09-13T21:54:48.340-06:00

along this road of tragidy, we speak of those on either side.. here.. these are the lost, the forgotten.. those whose memories ceased to exist in anyone's mind so many years ago.. they float effortlessly, aimlessly, lacking direction and intention.. soluable barebone frames of the fire they used to ignite.. how sad to see their disparity when it is obvious that conclusion is their greatest need.

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1063448298551487172003-09-13T04:18:00.000-06:002003-09-13T04:18:18.550-06:00

how did i become so far away from this world, my shell cold & isolated.. dead eyes and faces of doom? we suffering innumerable magnitudes of desolation only to return hungry for more.. hunger.. desire.. failure.. catastrophe.. these are the things we are made of. however the power turns this night, we know our efforts are not in vain. we shall reach climax.. and we shall fall thru to the other

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1062657596520127482003-09-04T00:39:00.000-06:002003-09-17T19:34:05.230-06:00

Chaos logically instigates stratification because it is thru force, random placement and superior evolution that places the weak as weak and the strong as strong. Time.. the ever present qualifier within every petri dish or experiment, an effect that gives ability be strong, that which is weak. You see.. the masters have vanished. now the slaves wish to be masters themselves. My love, how ever

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1062570469332475052003-09-03T00:27:00.000-06:002003-09-03T00:27:49.330-06:00

it has been days since the evil ones visited us.. months since the last time we fell madly in love with an ideology, a methodolgy.. it has been years since the marrow was last sucked dry, when essence in its entirety was last consumed by the hungry mouths of empty souls.. our capitulation has driven those of influence furious over time.. we have sought what we wished, taken what we wanted and

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1062479253765502702003-09-01T23:07:00.000-06:002003-09-07T12:09:58.780-06:00

beloved, these times are spinning down.. quickly. their rate of unravelment concerns me and i find myself spending excessive time considering how effective the ailments brought entropicly lay waste to the things we think we know, and the things whose hold as brought us here from so many nights and years and places.. a magical caldron ventelates poisonous steam shameslessly yet all the right

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1062302876928036792003-08-30T22:07:00.000-06:002003-09-01T14:21:56.590-06:00

however many ways of indulgence, of destruction and waylessness i discover, however different methods of distraction, of amusement and recklessness i happen upon.. it happens that every surprise and satisfaction quickly grows cold and old to the next, each next becomes a burning ember - bright, intense and seeking ignition before burning out to ashes.. catching colds last night we drank to ashes,

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1062142924591425972003-08-29T01:42:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:21:28.216-06:00

within shaking lines of readiness i find that a loved one from long long ago currently serves, imprisoned within the vast emptiness that is our legal system. my heart yearns in countless ways to set free the insanity currently deep inside a bubble of incarceration. ruin, hopelessness, desperation. these are the things you certainly consider while your evil & cruel gods deliberately place me

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1061782429657130942003-08-24T21:33:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:21:43.060-06:00

i watched colored illuminations of rainbow spectrums invicerate the sky this evening, in every direction metamorphic images of light illusion filled my view, and I could not help but think of the similiarities between the ebbing flowing pyrotechnics and the infectious rate of discovery, of inspiration. For every militant nationlist whose scope ecompasses only a country to serve and order to

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1061611291456627012003-08-22T22:01:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:21:53.673-06:00

what sense of evolution to do we carry when these masses are followers.. taking lead from another? how must we carry this equilibrium of lust/desire and rationale/logic without spilling ourselves upon our very targets of attraction? forever means starting at this moment.. this moment becomes and consumes all other moments.. forever contains this moment & never ends.. in wistful

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1061260696795706412003-08-18T20:38:00.000-06:002003-08-31T22:32:40.763-06:00

how incredulous we are, these illuminating points of brillancy.. spawned from each beautiful mind touched now.. and again. this enigma, this perplexity, growing in stature and grace yet unyeilding in its secrets and ways.. how incredulous we are.. unwilling to believe what we have seen or accept what we experience. i saw shadows last night, waves of shades undulating thru miasmic convulsions as

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1061013467098163622003-08-15T23:57:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:22:17.660-06:00

hearts heavy inside of deceptive bubbles which proxy all intentions and fears with equal measure.. we are forever alone. within fantasy a mark may be made, remarking our position and orientation. i am lost to waves of emptyness encompassing this sphere.. even now, protective bubbles remain vigilant. an environment escaped from lunacy, embossed with uncertain promises and fantastic

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1060911337834503752003-08-14T19:35:00.000-06:002003-08-15T20:01:31.666-06:00

devastation my vehicle was broken into last night, too many nights of working too late & getting up too early in the morning spawned a child of complacency, this child left my briefcase of software CDs in the car last night and now they are gone. a broken heart and hunger for vengence greeted me this morning, self deprecation set in as i never leave my cd's in my car (and know better). i

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1060496474624509002003-08-10T00:21:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:22:51.886-06:00

my eyes misted with sadness, it was the turning light of morning.. the final sign nighttime has ended, submitting to the effects of daylight. i saw him thru new eyes, different now from when nighttime was young. unable to help myself, i find i am cupping his relevance in my hands, breathing better life into scathed limbs and unforgotten promises.. cursing myself, i realized why all things

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1060323791142071412003-08-08T00:23:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:23:08.106-06:00

in these days, our darkness shines with the experience our paths have lent us, we relish in the same old wounds that have produced so much wisdom.. as we stand, a pinnicle corrupted by the knowledge of this universe, a-sway with guilt for knowing is participating, and when participation fails to profit we are party to liability.. our shadows mix with moonlight giving birth to new species of

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1060061643319767112003-08-04T23:34:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:23:31.046-06:00

1) the consideration that nothing can be argued to exist as it is mere perception or that the context of ones perception only applies to that one and no baseline from which to control is at once a helpless and powerful perspective for one to inhabit is flawed in my opinion.. the masses who are ignorantly blissful believe that their perception of this reality is the only perception, thereby

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059872788848209582003-08-02T19:06:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:26:58.533-06:00

these endless miles stretch in all directions.. hot and illusionary, my vision is deceived by daylight and by night air.. so i come.. this desert, this beast whose voice calls to me.. this arid wasteland that holds so much magic, has captured my imagination and sensory perception.. a summer moon, pale and crescent in an empty sky.. my flesh turns translucent by its polorized light, my blood hot

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059728594833173742003-08-01T03:03:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:27:21.910-06:00

in utter reverence for the things we cannot see, our faces shining in delicate moonlight turn upwards with solumn expectation.. we embrace the things that have already come and eagerly await the things yet still to arrive.. we whose damnation speaks so highly of skill & talent, whose self made disasters are considered in certain circles as the greatest acts of performance art ever.. a

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059708338756406092003-07-31T21:25:00.000-06:002003-07-31T23:20:56.493-06:00

remembering things adored torturing myself, i am reading back thru emails.. emails from 2 years ago and beyond. i tend to keep these things forever, in same fashion as the vampire, sucking emotion & sensation & recollection from emails & letters years and years later.. as if the moments themselves were not enough and must be revisited and re-experienced in regular fashion. i think back to

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059558160740415782003-07-30T03:42:00.000-06:002003-07-30T10:05:20.946-06:00

saddness even though dwindling summer evening sunlight brings messages of hope that tomorrow will begin on time - and will be brand new as promised, glimmers arise as mirages from the desert heat.. each invoking their own reflections of past images, situations, memories. as my heart insists, each love obtained but lost has increased my appreciation for beautiful souls and passionate sexuality..

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059447547767062022003-07-28T20:59:00.000-06:002003-07-28T21:04:02.270-06:00

evil it has been suggested, that those whose lives are spent within the charitible service of others, that in afterlife they become saints, cannonized by the Vatican. it has been said that the people who choose to dwell in simpleness or in misery for the sake of misfortuned are higher than the rest of us, stronger, greater and favored for paradise in the argument that afterlife is a consequence/

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059270649029017982003-07-26T19:50:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:26:37.543-06:00

a long time ago i became aware of this very deep black hole inside of myself.. a sucking vacuum that nothing was capable of filling.. my quest then became first for peace.. before i realized there is no such then.. then to distraction (which i have spent 10 years easily deeply mired within) which is highly successfully, but only in the context of these moments.. in long term even distraction

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059198590738517852003-07-25T23:49:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:26:03.820-06:00

yeah, so this dream has been continuing now for well over two years, i spent almost 7 happily within the trancebliss of vegas.. caught up in its trappings and living a most wonderous life of chaos, passion, insanity, indulgence and lack of any hardcore reality. my job vanishes, i move to seattle with several offers in hand.. nothing seemed to work out for anyone after 9/11, a year in the nw and

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059194020883379062003-07-25T22:33:00.000-06:002003-07-25T23:12:53.883-06:00

i did it again today, the perfect part of devil's advocate. playing both sides, arms opened wide comforting those whose displeasure is derived from events i am helping to foster. these positions are never ones i choose, and it seems that most of the time i find myself inbetween two whom i love very much, not willing to choose sides yet not willing to reject the requests to do so.. devils

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1059031131772753892003-07-24T01:18:00.000-06:002003-07-24T01:18:51.690-06:00

going to the doctor tomorrow, so god damn afraid of doctors, not for what they do but for what they reveal. doctors are like me, only on cosmetic or total rebuild stuff do they ever carry good news, the rest of the time they just inform you how bad it really is. hate doctors, have considered cancelling several times but won't cause i know i'm sick. hate doctors.

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058979183483335242003-07-23T10:53:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:25:34.176-06:00

last night dreams are still vivid in my mind, i'm trying to document them but so much information has been lost. i am in my early 20's, or so it feels. young but strong, filled with common sense but not much life experience yet. i have a companion with me, she is also young & beautiful. for whatever reason we agree to attend/are sent to a christian themed camp located in an old castle. our

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058851059689827692003-07-21T23:17:00.000-06:002003-07-21T23:17:39.793-06:00

passing ghosts heres the host talk of nothing matters most urban fracture whats the matter only i am lost rip blade doomsday cut string way they go away die love icebreaker are words misused enough those shameless view icebreaker shall sail right through cold mirror gives icy clues notice shells ails the well smell of hell dosed phantoms will future answer does it matter deaths the only thrill -

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058850709160841782003-07-21T23:11:00.000-06:002003-07-21T23:11:49.240-06:00

rain todays skies grew dark, black with massive thunderclouds slipping in tidal wave form over mile high mountains, their presence dominating this afternoon's hours, casting stern shadows across the valley and changing the very nature this day's moments. rain, it smelled wet, thunderous, ready to erupt in torrential streams of sensory stimulation, illusions and little pieces of fantasy. How

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058740669932378802003-07-20T16:37:00.000-06:002003-07-20T16:52:20.890-06:00

The dimness of light cast by a dying nighttime shed predawn illumination upon the bedded sheets of dreams fading to gray. His back towards me, his ghost telling me so.. I realized the torment of salvation comes to deserving souls quickly.. this empty glass fortelling or implying hours of sadness and longing.. Forever watching, a candle flame dying to be set free of its wick, eager to cast the

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058717853793916482003-07-20T10:17:00.000-06:002003-07-20T10:37:13.520-06:00

funny thing about dreams, i dream about the things i want or wish for, inevitably in my dreams comes the elements which preclude my actually having or doing these things, consequences thinly disguised as possible outcomes at times more fantastic then the focus of the dreams, the desire itself. Thus, i have come to the following conclusion, it is not the fantasy that is a dream, it is the

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058601039788067962003-07-19T01:50:00.000-06:002003-08-30T23:23:48.130-06:00

i am restless in the wake of these things that have already come, their meaningful swells battle from side to side, to & fro- jostling for position amongst the many rising waves blown in from distant hapless places. were their more of them, more instanious beacons desperately seeking light, more strong hidden forces lurking beneath rolling waves and sinister waters, were their more of all things

setiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16125963028962301121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587541.post-1058592963357203222003-07-18T23:36:00.000-06:002003-07-26T00:28:47.410-06:00

First post... Believing that it is possible to live beyond the expense of our flesh, this one sets forth to immortalize themselves thru permenant web-logged journal. I hope all sinners can be forgiven. Who am i.. dear blog, today begins our first in a long series of many, we shall be working together tightly within this experiment. I am 30, eccentric, connesiuer of all things deviant, wicked

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