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2005 27 October :: 10.35pm
Something that should have been written a long time ago, and has now faded in clarity in the back of my mind from lack of use; atrophy.
Burning
and
Aching
-like a thousand snakes slithering, slipping, and sliding through my muscles, tasting me with serrated tongues.
-like a thousand beatles skittering, scratching, and slashing through my nerves, sticking me with lacerating teeth.
And yet the shovel strikes the pile once more, lifts an unbearable weight, and empties itself into the mouth of the dragon. Must keep feeding. Must keep the fire alive.
A thousand shovels pierce the piles of coal to the beating of wings and the rhythm of the hungry growls.
the end is here
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2005 27 October :: 10.25pm
Rough Love
I have some suggestions that you should follow:
[1.] Dam up those lakes, or just stop filling them.
[2.] Bandage those cuts, or just stop picking them.
Something is stuck in the gears and all of these mechanical injuries are adding up to nuts and bolts and cuts and bruises. (Note:Rhyme followed by Alliteration.) All you get in return are scars and callouses. Reminders and Memories; Etched into skin with claw or fist or maybe something that started as a kiss. (Tough love.)
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2005 24 October :: 9.33pm
Defining these contraints;
like bars on cages
and
locks on doors
and
norms on society.
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2005 24 October :: 2.04am
alyssa = best girl ever
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2005 20 October :: 11.10pm
now, this is a real music video
Read more..
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2005 19 October :: 9.45pm
Madana
You are more than written words.
You are more than shapes of clay.
You are more than paint on canvas.
You are more than sown threads.
You are more than carved wood or stone.
You are a work of art.
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2005 19 October :: 9.14pm
Wage War
Caught on beartrapteeth in the territories of our own maps. It seems we've got a traitor in our own falling numbers. Must have been hiding in the basements so clandestine (we thought). Keep your eyes peeled. Backs to the trees and bellys to the dirt and leaves.
Counting.
Counting.
Counting them as they fall.
Turning green to red to orange to yellow and finally brown, decaying on the ground. Curling and withering and shriveling.
Plucking toenails and teeth like petals off of flowers. Necklaces of claw and fang; show your pride. Leave the bullets in our stomachs and the knives in our backs. Face down in the mud and ash and swamps and grass.
We never saw the shadows,
as hard as we tried.
We never saw the shadows,
even as we died.
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2005 19 October :: 9.01pm
:: Music: Nine Inch Nails
Something to rally against or fight for
Dodging endlessly these words and their wrappedaroundyourfinger onthetipofyourtongue adjectives. I'm sick of fingers and tongues, lets just fuck [insert: fight] already. It's war and the final battle is coming, just over this next hill. I can hear the keyboardclicking thunderousmarching from your army of 13. (We'll add lips to the equation, because I can't get over her's.)
I'm sorry I had to drag you into this, but it's about the four [RAAJ] of us now. I'm outnumbered three to won. (Foreshadowing?)
Let's see who can hold their breath the longest.
1 day[s] remain |
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2005 19 October :: 7.27pm
my computer's motherboard died again today. it died at the end of april, and it took sony 3 weeks to repair it. right now i'm using the "family" computer in the basement (aka sue's space). and of course, sony only has a 1-year warranty on its products, and i bought the computer last august. i'm sure i'll have to pay a nice sum to get it "fixed," just so that it will break again in 5 months, and i can shell out more money to a bunch of CEO fuckers.
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2005 15 October :: 12.24pm
Eyes blurred and closed.
Hit pause, rewind.
Back was the first thing to rise. Brain soaked up blood from matted hair and tile like a sponge, and pieces of bone worked themselves back into position in the skull. Skin stitched itself together. Head followed a crooked neck followed a broken back off of the floor. With torso in the air, thighs and arms followed and drug feet and hands across the tile. Body spun and unwrapped itself from the shower curtain. Hooks snapped back around the metal rod which unbent itself straight and fixed itself back into the wall. Shampoo flowed back into the bottles leapt back onto the shelves and arms and hands followed them. Knees unbuckled and body untwisted. Water flew up out of the drain back into the shower head as feet hit the bottom of the bathtub. Body, waist, and neck straightened. Head turned toward the window.
Eyes opened and refocused.
What was that? What did I see out of that window?
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2005 15 October :: 11.08am
X-ray and scalpel
Push me drag me pull me open. (These are only thoughts.)
[1.]What happens when the knot Loosens; the pulley Snaps; the lock Breaks; the flood gates Open? What happens when it all comes crashing down?
[2.]What happens when the dimes and nickles Land on their edges? Would you lay back down, would you stop fighting me?
[3.]What happens when the windows Turn into mirrors; the television screens Mutate into cameras? Would you finally see yourself?
What happens||what happens||what happens\\what if [I'm already falling apart; I'm already done fighting; I'm already staring at my reflection?]
Would you let your [2.]fist [1.]fall and take a [3.]look at yourself?
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2005 13 October :: 9.12pm
:: Music: The Mars Volta - The Widow
Results
I'm pulling a pickaxe and shovel through graveyard dirt to gather all of your ghosts.
I'm running parasitic eyes and fingers across skin, leaving a trail of black on the hosts.
I'm dragging a barbed wire net through an abyss of boiling tar and memories.
I'm tugging fishing line and hooks through a lake of daydream nightmare reveries.
I'm scratching and biting with tooth and nail against your guns and knives with bullets and blades.
I'm licking every wound and naming the future scars after you and all my best mistakes.
I'm rolling rocks and snowballs down this mountain side, trying to cause an avalanche.
I'm swimming through fire, gravel, and sand to a distant island formed of volcanic ash.
This will be over soon. It'll all be over soon.
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2005 12 October :: 11.39pm
bush - letting the cables sleep
if you have a chance, watch this music video. i've always loved it. the song itself is beautiful, and i guess the ending just gets me. Read more..
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2005 12 October :: 9.07pm
"what man can make, man can unmake."
- frederick douglass
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2005 11 October :: 3.46pm
to add to yesterday's rant...
why the hell are we celebrating some fucking merchant who accidentally stumbled upon some land and ignorantly thought it was full of riches, and only cared about it so that he could get some monetary gain out of the deal? what did he do for you or me? besides, of course, start up a cycle of social and civil inequality that's led to the genocide of almost all of the native people who lived here and the enslavement of countless others who were kidnapped from their native land and forced against their will to labor for rich white bastards?
why don't we celebrate a real hero instead? where is harriet tubman day? what in the hell is wrong with this country? why the hell aren't more people fuming about it?
sheep, follow your leader.
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2005 10 October :: 11.28pm
columbus day? fuck columbus.
this is what columbus had to say about the native people he encountered when he "discovered" (and thank GOD for that... imagine what the poor brutes of the americas would have done to this place if not for columbus!) what is now haiti:
"they would make fine servants... with fifty men we could subjugate them all and make them do whatever we want."
"[the arawaks] are so naive and so free with their possessions that no one who has not witnessed them would believe it. when you ask for something they have, they never say no. to the contrary, they offer to share with anyone..."
yeah, what a novel idea. fucking europeans.
gold-hungry columbus & co. ordered that all people aged 14 and older collect gold for them to bring back to spain. however, this task was impossible: there was no gold on the island except for dust found in streams. when the arawaks showed up without gold, the spaniards cut off their hands and let them bleed to death.
by 1650, none of the original arawaks or their descendents were left on haiti. they were all killed off either by murder, mutilation, or suicide.
and we have a national holiday for this man. what does that say about our country?
fuck columbus.
and fuck every other rich white man who has raped and murdered millions of people around the world in the name of capitalism.
*information and quotes taken from a people's history of the united states by howard zinn
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2005 4 October :: 7.15pm
Duct tape smiles
So the question peaked out through the slit of your lips, saw the strength in your face, and cried tears of blood that dripped on the sheets.
The scale crashed and the weights scattered.
The clock slipped and the glass shattered.
We taped ourselves together, today.
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2005 3 October :: 7.53pm
To go off of what I've written in the past:
If love is a war, then your mouth is the rifle. You've got a gunpowdertongue and barrelshapedlips. [Quite the arsenal, if you ask me.] And my heart bites the bullet of your leadammunitionwords.
I've found something worth fighting for, (my mother told me to choose the very best one) and you are not it.
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