lashes of the tongue run across cigarette ash on shitty glass coffee tables. it’s a strange thing to digest the remarks of people close to you, body temple magistrates are poison sellers, degree holding maniacs with abstractions the constrict your throat. it’s fine to be here sometimes, when the temperature is pleasing and the sky […]
two angels of the Physical sit bleeding on obsidian shelves, embracing each other. fire consumes the sky while their androgynous flesh apparatuses process the data slowly: they had gotten their metaphysics really fucking wrong. tiny stars blink beyond the smoke and ash and the hellscape is punctuated by a soft symphony. they hold each other […]
watch the sky burn with androgynous love, platonic forms floating idly, wanting physical creatures to comprehend, smooth brains struggling, aching towards the divine, increasingly complex Forms which distinguish themselves beyond the Mass of the Physical, tiny lines combine and grown together, they construct a temple towards that Jerusalem of the Self, eternal Being locked in […]
pipe bombs planted in places unreachablethey left sometime during sunriseand birds cried along the way,i gripped my bag anxiously and prayed that clouds would stop that single rayfrom falling on that contraption,the building was demolished, a kind of terrorismof the soul, the kind that exalts a boyand vilifies him in the eyes of the Lord, […]
there is a soft contortion in the lower back, and the muscles across the body begin to vibrate violently. eyes open and pupils dilate, the air becomes compressed, lungs explode and the liver becomes enlarged, the forehead starts to burn and flesh melts away until that third eye presents itself for all others to see: […]
the world spins recklessly, doesn’t it? soft piano notes and twinkling kisses from ethereal projections. i see myself everywhere, and i’m starting to hate it. i was playing manic street preachers in my store today, and i wanted to die because people continued to shop and their lives weren’t changed by the lyrics and they […]
nu-age 