nothing compares

It is amazing how fast one can miss the point and rush to Judgement. Tragic really, even if one has the capacity to see – vision is, most of the time, distorted into self projection. We are all guilty of this crime.

Today is a brilliant day. I cherish my friends and I seemed to have let them go recently. I am grateful to have their love pump through my veins. This nourishment lightens my soul.

Thanks Nick Bantock

Is it Apathy or Agression that harms our cause?

Only the celestial letter Omega – stands in it’s own right – Do not compare yourself to the angels, they want for nothing.

crap

Reading ink stained honesty
presence of an absent ghost
.fragile mood

bloody staple, torn from my lips

Abundantly 2

A gift: paradise on a post card

This moment, molded and mildewed
Sanitation of logic
Flushing down the drain

Mangled nose
mastication of spite

fawless victory

singe a newborns flesh
for virgin tears

Slaughter humanity
Tainted Carrion habit

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Yes, Abundantly Clear : Poetic Expression 2

He hands her paradise on a post card.

The intensity of this basement moment
Cleansing rain of logic -
Left to wash down the cellar drain

Your nose does crinkle when you bite down
The mastication of spite

Epigrammatic choice.

Fuse the cross to delicate flesh
grating scares begin to weep
Agony fragments
To sorrow
To despair
To fury
To understanding
A notion of forgiveness

Slaughter perfection
Rinse and Repeat - "Right?"

wink

There is no emotion when using logic. Logic is heartless.

Despite all my rage...

Feeling the funk. Brick house style. In a simply divine mood graced with a inkling of fury. Which makes my mood optimal for going OUT. My emotions have been pulled to the far reaches at opposite ends of the spectrum. I am so horribly gullible and naive when it comes to emotions associated with fickle love. Bite my damn tongue next time. Don't make a fool out of one self when over ridden with emotion. smooooooooth is the way to go - not a sappy girl wearing her heart on her sleeve - How pitiful. Oh and did I mention Ben Harper did a rendition of "Ain't no sunshine" ? It kicks. See you folks I am off to work for a few hours then who knows.

Ain't no Sunshine when She's gone...

The sub divisions of events this weekend have thrown me into a state of nostalgic melancholy. I keep playing Morning Air (Portishead) over again to rip that rusty barb wire through my beating heart. The point being…my heart still painfully pulses with life and sometimes it will make me smile with remembrance. I laughed much more than I cried on our little road trip. How could I not? I was surrounded by madly brilliant people who have a knack and a passion for being absurd.
It is painful when you have to redefine your morality, especially when you are sacrificing something very sacred to do so. I am on a break, working a double shift today, and still my thoughts at work are 200 miles away. Rolling silverware – my skin tingles with recollection, fuck the silverware – I needed more time!!!!! (Repeat exclamation for hours) Unlucky patrons get a sulky silly pancake girl for their waitress today. Please call ahead, Reservations are being filled quickly.

In Chicago be back tomorrow. I am no longer terrified of the Subway.

Sang Real

Yes, Indeed Leonardo Da Vinci has given us a clearer image of what he perceives to be the truth. As well as Victor Hugo, Sir Isaac Newton, and other prominent figures in world history. I am a conspiracy conesuier or sorts. If there is a scandal I am all about it. I just haven’t taken the time to do actual research. I have for awhile been (light heartedly) researching The Knights Templar, The Masons, Skulls, Order of Sion, Illuminati, etc. I have found the lore is wonderful and everyone loves a damn mystery. As you all have probably been made aware a book called The DaVinici Code by Dan Brown has been around for years on the New York Bestseller list for months at a time. I have just gotten around to reading it. I hate to read and because of this flaw, my knowledge of life outside of this small town is being stifled. I am working with my inability to retain written information. I take notes and annotate text. I am trying hard to be a scholar. What else is a poor waitress to do with her time? I have always entertained the idea of the linage of Jesus being carried along within Mary Magdalene. Ever since Will mentioned the book Holy Blood, Holy Grail to me in 10th grade. I bought the book and of course never read it. I have loaned it to many people (and now can’t remember who I loaned it to last) and suggested the controversial text to others who I suspect might have a common interest. The stretched references to Rennes Le Chateau in Tool lyrics and cover art also made me want to research the matter more (the notion died a few years back). This mainstream fiction book with non fiction symbolism has kindled my interest again. I am again certain Jesus had a child(ren) and I am certain Jesus was not the only begotten son of God. Constantine blasted human spirituality with the travesty of taking away the only real ancient truths. Thankfully some of those documents survived. You have heard of them as have I, The Dead Sea scrolls and another set of scrolls that I can’t recall their name. Anyway, It is DOCUMENTED that Constantine committed these crimes against the art of spiritual truth. Shame on him. No matter though, this has to be the largest cover up of all time that really isn’t much of a cover up anymore. I may take a century or two but ……the false definition of Christianity will finally fall.

I NEED YOU TO FEEL THIS!