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Friday, March 3rd, 2006
4:30 am
Sealed up in an envelope of sticky silk
The weakened dance wildly
Sickened by their weaknesses
By their gluttonous feasting on honey and mercury
Quicksilver running through their tightened veins
So quickly the pulse escapes the ear, flies from the nerves
Destined to spill into some muddy ravine
Drowning the dogs, howling their sympathies
Sympathy is all we know
The only thing keeping us just a little more than human
You, in my bed, stop your shivering
Why aren't you listening?
How can I listen to you
When your words sit cleanly on your lips
Without a trace of blood to show me where they've been?

Current Mood: accomplished
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
7:00 pm
s. of c.
As I slept fully clothed, a single button came undone. This is beauty. This is not beauty. Lack of circulation in the chest; the incubation of arthropods begins. I feel cold. The seasons change uncomfortably yet beautifully; leaves slip from their trees. Loss. A romantically tragic state of affairs. I watch the change remotely; I am slipping as well. I am afraid of silence. I watch the change with appreciation, but also with rage. We speak of beauty. Happiness. Unity. Do we believe our words? Do I believe my words? We are unable to believe our words, and yet we speak them regardless.
Elevators. I ride them masochistically - my only masochistic tendency. Or so I would like to believe. My sexual identity crisis therefore lies in a machine. Make it go to the bottom floor and jump just as it starts. Airtightness, centrifugal force; the horrifying flashbacks they induce, and your own fantasies of failed suicide attempts.
Vulnerability. The erosion of cliffs. Partially opened eyes. Clearness of mind. Epiphany. A heavenly argument to hold your pathetic self over all else.
Friday, July 8th, 2005
2:02 am
friends only announcement.
this journal is friends only.

unless I know you and trust that you won't steal my material, your chances of being added are pretty unlikely. sorry, but that's just how it goes.
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