Monday, May 10, 2004

Old skin wrinkeled with days of pain and plain labour, her hands have almost begun to look like cooking gloves and her face has crackled away with the heat of ironing boards and greasy ovens, her back is as crooked as a question mark which sits ontop of her head every day , day by day, its obsession leads her to not even think about letting it sit ontop of the tip of her tongue, her kitchen knife and eyes don’t even look at eachother anymore while in use. Her whole purpose is to make her loved ones lives a small speck better, with clean clothes, tidy rooms, warm dinners. Perfect family life, everything is automatic, even the emotion, theyre kisses are like garbage bins you haveto empty out for the purpose of them being full. Theyre hugs are like putting a coat on before you go outside because its raining. Her needs don’t exist, her cries don’t have purpose, her dinner plate is the odd one out of the rest, her clock doesn’t ring in the morning, she never comes home frustrated to talk about people she hates, her closet has fancy clothes she never wears, her coffe cup is held the most, her seat around the fireplace has a dent in it, her shoes are 10 years old and look new, no everything is a ok, nothing wrong , she having a perfect happy life, well every rose dies out at some point, which is why her vase fell and shattered into a million pieces, each one representing a time she has released salt water from her pearls,
she grabs her apren and tares it up into another million pieces, she brakes every piece of cutlery in her sight, she goes and wrips her prettiest dresses up, she goes and burns her face off with the iron, her hands bleeding from frustration now, she takes steps towards mother nature and begins to not think about life, bare footed on the grass, walking on splitters next to the river which she used to watch flow by when she was a child, no worried clockwork, happy with her life, she wants to feel how it must have been that river to be watched deadly flow by, so she lets go of everything and step by step lets the water lead herself into the stream, so her veins become tributaries and her eyes become water dropplettes, sick of her rerunning life, she lies within the river to let the water guide her, which goes always forward and never back, she is now a leaf held on the delicate skin of the water and her hair is seaweed in the liquid wind, she now holds a neverending smile going down that stream.

-A song by Slit Tongue


If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

I'm so goth I don't use fabric softener, because I like the pain.

"I can't help it. I was born a miscarriage. I had so many insults I died. I was born dead. I can't help it. I'm tired. I'm give out trying. You got chances. I had so many insults I was born dead. You got it easy. I was born dead an' life was hard. I'm tired. I'm tired out talking and standing up. I been dead fifty-five years"
-Pete, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

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Thursday, May 06, 2004

War does not determine who is right, war determines who is left.

"Oh the mounted animal nature trail, it's great for mom and dad. Where else can grandma and the kids see the silence of the lambs?"

We've got angels sweating like little hellions, working their halos to the bone...

"started last summer. somebody said.
don't let the future. go to your head.
some say it's funny. some say it isn't fair.
go tell somebody. who knows how to act like they care."

"Take me by control like they do in the movies."
Saying these words feels naughty, dangerous, too direct, too specific, wrong, intense, in charge, alive.
"Come on," I say, "Come in."

"There are 3 things I could love about you: What you have in your brain, what you have in your heart and what you have between your legs." Lucy Phermann


Monday, May 03, 2004

I am a brother to dragons,
and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me,
and my bones are burned with heat.
--JOB chapter 30, verses 29-30

"We live in a junk culture. It's junk food, junk music, and junk clothing - it's all about the surface. None of it works. It looks great on the TV when it's marketed but when you get it home, it breaks within two days."
-- Fran Healy

Beyond good and evil is a small place where the guardian of light and shadow lives.

" Anything can be used as a weapon. Just bash it over anyone's head and rest assured, a fight will break out in less than 50 seconds. "

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Suddenly there are holes that people just swoosh away in.

How do we find a little piece of heaven in our time before we find acceptance? And no-one understands at this point that a handful of redemptions all we need.

Live by the sword, die of old age : This is the the 21th century

If I stand very still, they will think I am cow-parsley,
A gullible head untouched by their animosity.

"I am unwanted... An outlaw to everyone. I may have my crew, I may have everything I want! But I am still unloved. Which is why I am to finish what is undone by my beloved trainer..."

Here I am, Take me
It's easier to Give in
Some people mistake me
They only hear what they wanna hear...

"I once led a squad of U.S. tanks through a mine field in world war 2 and that's how I got my Iron cross..."

"Any man can make an art, out of anything...
Like food, if he does it really well...
Well this man's art... Is death...
And he's about to paint his masterpeice..."

Weatherwax: Shame about your little book of holy words...
Oats: The worthwhile words don't burn.

Time is an abstract concept created by carbon-based lifeforms to monitor their own decay.

You have come here from all over the world because society has no further use for you. This place will now be your holding tank until your death. If you break any of my rules, you will find there is life after death.

The world is not beautiful, therefore it is.

I do not fear an army of lions, if they are led by a lamb. I do fear an army of sheep, if they are led by a lion. ~ Alexander the Great

Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I the ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?

"...and i will swear vengeance upon you, for she IS vengeance; and thus, having taken vengeance unto thyself, i shall slay thee."

"We'll fill the seas with gasoline and shoot the sun right out the sky.
The spark of our imagination will keep all hope from running dry "

The drones can fly away
Even worker bees can leave
The Queen is their slave.

I'm the kind of person my mother always told me to stay away from.

If atheism is a religion, then health is a disease.

Round and round
A crowd surrounds
A bunch of plastic horses
Life of course
Becomes a bore
When we adore
A plastic horse.

"If you really want to hurt your parents and you don't have nerve enough to be homosexual, the least you can do is go into the arts."
- Kurt Vonnegut


Relationships are a bitch, You know, Relationships are like thoughs little packets of condiments that you get at fast food restaurants. They are these's little magical things that can last forever on a shelf but onces you open them up they go bad really fast........ I just dont understand condiments...

"The art of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his."

Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur, l'essentiel c'est invisible pour les yeux...

-Words of enchantment only come in times of despair-

"He who keeps company with the wolves learns how to howl."

"Marble roads are a poor man's golden grounds."

Most of what you get taught is lies. It has to be. Sometimes if you get the truth all at once, you can't understand it.

...lick your lips when it rains and tongue the sky when its dark and i will show you how to tread cloud and bob for angels...

connections made, we shuffle on, enriched and thoughtful,
we fight and love another day
connections tried, we look blank, tired and lost,
we fight and love another day

"Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end." - Jack Kerouac

.....who desires to be
a dead beacon
in my blood sailing
to the very end of madness.

"Some cause happiness wherever they go;
others, whenever they go."
- Oscar Wilde