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awaiting a threshold
where
could a nearby body
hold a pair
of candles
tethered

past past past past past
doubled over shift in dreams
may i believe in sleep?

where i came at last to final pitted earth spit
out at frozen grass
steaming

organic
baseball game

OUROBOROS

painted eye
mottled cortex
looping dusk.

Unconscious motion picture tide,
frozen, heaving
panicked surge inside my locked out
matter, mind revolving, rippled, still,
The branches and the foot refuse to work.

Suddenly I'm somewhere else, a
school,
in line, a morning when a
THUD (or third hand) lands against my back and
Thod (or whats his face) appears to me
And so
(a reddish giant gothic freak)
I got this
Tempus Fugit Sempri
from him.
a code! a hit!
Convinced our unlit tunnel fades,
our faint Eleusian if.

and
FLASH
flourescent hillside
FLOOD
flourescent night,
gently
waking up inside
another room or eye,
to speak across to faces
strangely out of reach and
Their gestural cinemation
lost at sea.
responding like
deafened,
distant
thrashing vessels
on a lamp-lit wave,
each pulse,
caught, before it breaks
but how?
And why can I not seem to die from this?
How can I prove to be unseen?
This crowd against across and just
within both fronts and so
unimaged
lost

with eyes of otherworldly light,
waiting;
fate-ridden,
timed.

force generation, 20G, skulls and robots

they are flashing some inane symbol at me again but in the end i will prevail until the images dissolve.

like when i popped it open with a bread knife and the glass shattered; it wasn't my fault it was the knife i was using, or my lack of patience.

these days i make sure only to use firm, solid knives when prying open the brittle exoskeleton. this way the knife doesn't "pop" and scatter liquid crystal ipod blood all over the ipod's face.

basically the first thing you want to do to is pop the little battery plug out of its socket and then back in. make sure you haven't damaged any of the other organs; i.e. like if you see a piece of gold circuitry tape that looks out of place, realign the sucker.

then you plug it in and flick the HOLD switch a lot.

a norton critical edition

today i finished the novel in tears at the sad beauty and mystery of the world as the sun went down and flooded me with pure love and warmth.

then i stalked her again on facebook cursing my pathetic life compared to her new one in new york and around the world in classy jets.

later i'll probably jerk off to images of women that remind me of her, or remind me of the faces of young virgins.

but maybe, someday, i can live in the full bliss of divine love, the hot stream of my wet eyes where icons shimmer and fade like mirages on a sun-bleached granite riverbed.

Dude, where's my blog?/The Unlit Mirror, pt.I

"You told me," he said, "that you love music because it is amoral. That's all right with me. But in that case you can't allow yourself to be a moralist either. You can't compare yourself with others: if Nature has made you into a bat you shouldn't try to be an ostrich. You consider yourself odd at times, you accuse yourself of taking a road different from most people. You have to unlearn that. Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak, surrender to them, don't ask first whether it's permitted or would please your teachers or father, or some god. You will ruin yourself if you do that. That way you will become earthbound, a vegetable. Sinclair, our god's name is Abraxas and he is God and Satan and he contains both the luminous and the dark world. Abraxas does not take exception to any of your thoughts, any of your dreams. Never forget that. But he will leave you once you've become blameless and normal. Then he will leave you and look for a different vessel in which to brew his thoughts.

H.H.