a rat buoysdown through the waterways,effervescent,carried by the flow.its neck not longenough to glance upwardsat the transitory moon,its heart too weakto permit its scampering exitinto the rushes,into the gloom;it awaitsthe fading ofthe incandescent bulbin the sky,and with thatthe light at theend of the channel.
count your roots -then saw them in half.be freed fromyour earthly limitations.take your time to be tall,righteous, and worthy of your nameand promise methat you will neverlet death’s caresstake you awaybedridden or collapsedin a chair.he is notenough of a simpleton to be a gift for giving;his name remainsonly apledge of allegianceto something we haveyet to understand.
it’s strange to thinkhow we culminateas skeletons,no moreimpressive than sticks and stones.nonetheless, we manageto meander undaunted like snapping turtles down the rapids;and in some cases,no one knowswhere the currentends.
You and I,we treadon dollar billstoward the outletfor this ageof possibilities.The potentialof each notionis all we needto squirmthrough this fortifiedpalisade ofsoundand plasterits chromium finish.It radiates revulsion,wrapped, unassuming,in ribbonsand an aura that saysonly “get out of my face.”You would thinkthe next time could be the same,but no;once we permeate thismeasureless boundary,we won’t all behere to crossthe overhang.It’s difficult tobet on yourself,but tomorrow you will need to.
sometimesyou forget howto rememberand sometimes youneed to rememberwhich things youwant to forget.
an ambient / trance song, with an excerpt from…some movie (can’t remember o_o)http://empyrean-s.bandcamp.com/track/yrs-now-and-forever-are-the-same
A track I composed a few days ago in Logic.Can also be found here:http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/582038
as they abolish youfrom the empyreansand bring you down to earth,to stand witnessto the unfathomablebarbarities of our time;make rain rise frompuddles.put the ink fromyour poemsback into your pen.take back the passionyou administered to yourlyricssiphon them into the syringesend weeping with fervencyback through your arteriesand build yourself a new heart,a new home.in what other waycan we possibly guarantee thatour soulscan harbor the weightof our lives;of the smoldering dynamism withwhich we draw breath,or of our unending silence?
Two of my visualizations for Franz Kafka’s Zurau Aphorisms, #16 / 17.
some thingsare made for the wicked, bythe good samaritanssome thoughtsare spokenout of the mouths of the brilliantand heard by only those who misinterpret.occasionally you’ll say"at least itried”,but now you really need to.
I curse the facesthat float on pollen in the wind,they taunt me as if my sitting here- my lack of action - is the most amoral I can possibly be.In truth I amonly entombed in myself out ofagitation;the thought of you - or of doing you wrong,awakens the butterflieswithin my gutand makes them squirm.in my musings(maybe they are nightmares)our hearts liestark naked and barefrozen within a cage,smashed togetherinto an otherworldlymess, dense as tar.
and all I can hearis, “from hereon out,our lives will beeverythingbut casual.”
weeds dominating abandoned stairways,clouds looming like awnings over the world.the things we cannot standthe things we refuse to endurethe things that scare us witlessthe things that put the fear of God into usthe side of life that is shaded a Stygian, pitch blackwill continue encroaching on oursatisfaction remaining imminent, on the horizon;but we will be thereto meet it,arms at hand.
12 track compilation of recent songs
at times I act upon my instinctsand become the very deplorablewretched creatureI wish never to meet.at times I act upon my instinctsand experience an elationthat sends me far beyond thehereafter, then it lets me fall, floundering,into oblivion.at times I hear my instinctsbellowing inside my head,and I smother themin chagrin.these are the times during which I come closest to you;half a monstrous shaft ofdepravity,the other a paragon of virtue.you area wreath placed under moonlight,surrounded by a realm black as pitch.
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