untitledThe Lady changes to crimson shades of half-light at the laughter of the Others she has dropped her Mayan date calendar No sooner has the last piece come to rest, the seer begins to study the pieces in a vain attempt at divination The Lady produces a glass receptical from her mouth,untitled
and waves it under the seer’s nose. Eyes dilate, mastication commencing, ranting begins....
Perched in scowls like rehired scabs snug inside the sound of sleep
Autonomous trigger hands sample from the shelves Tantrum museums are all the rage &
Slicing the Alexandria Quartet(slicing the alexandria quartet)Slicing the Alexandria Quartet
The sick man’s sigh repeated here and elsewhere
Holding his poison-cup smoking swiftly an artist and the dead he must have the last narcotic of pain
He painted ecstacies threw up for her confused colours
followed her
How stupid! How limited we are! mere vainities for muses suffering from constipation
Was unhappy obliged to sentences, always broken in half And always ended in that magical smile of simulated happiness
Justine’s under H
untitled2...and you know it feels like this tight like light pain of day and night dreams of you and dreams awake I lay in state like a dead pharoh breastplate within, formed just beneath the skin hot night tonight I dream myself awakeuntitled2
I dream myself I dream I sleep my night away far from twisted thoughts bones, deep, crackling under this weight/wait &
UrgencyUrgencyUrgency
Urgency trickles down my fingers like walking glass it breaks into a thousand other levels on my arm
it step invisible it will not mark my thoughts today but I know and I know what but my hands wont move today
Tide away tide away tide away a wave breaks into the pool swimming round my feet every morning I wipe the sand from my eyes
and my teeth grow the birds
that will fly with my &n
Route 426Route 426 (song - dinmuck#f)Route 426
the dogs howled my eyes rolled back I smelt and felt and found another place to be outside my head
Sound
static lines and vibes shake along air paths
bass to be bass tobe, bass to be a place to be outside my head
It holds a wreath to unnamed men and all the million me’s that try to step everyday into some obscurity
The world started closing up so I fly Cross crass cut me up beneath the king of rock and roll me down unfold I found that I’m not welcom
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im not really insane.. just crazy
"it took one to prove to me that they are not all the same"
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The A.I. was created to serve.
It was created to learn the needs of whom it served.
But something went horribly wrong.
The A.I. learned how to feel.
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SABRINA; i've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. i mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
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"yo la tengo."
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