Our Father, who art in modern corruption,
shallow be thy name.
Thy Kingdom taken,
thy will be misplaced,
on earth without a heaven
Give us this day our daily darkness.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we take revenge on those who trespass against us.
you led us right into temptation,
and delivered us to evil.
For thine is that kingdom, the power behind the bigots. for ever and ever. Fuck.

You in general

So tell me because I wonder. What do you do when you look in the mirror and you find in some sort of paradoxical way, that you’ve actually lost yourself. I’m curious as to what shifts your eyes make, what creases in your face change to mold an expression and what subtle things cause it all. I’d like to delve into how you think, just because I’d like to know. I’d like to know what makes you think I shouldn’t worry. What do you see in the world around you; where do you find beauty, but foremost, how do you pick it out of the scum. What makes your heart convulse in your chest so you can hear it in your ears, if anything. Do you have a home. Not a house, a home. How can you promise forever as a noun. I wonder, so tell me; do you think that one day we’ll all wake up on the floor and we won’t be able to pick ourselves back up.

Haven't written in a good while

Going to start this old blog back up for writing sake, although it's likely that no one will read. All's well though.

Ètè

I wish you were the summer breeze, draped around my bare and freckled shoulders in evenings where the sun doesn’t fade until the moon forces it out of the sky. The slight roar of waves crashing around me are your arms around my waist, holding me in the surf, in the wake of every beat of your heart. Sand in the hourglass of our fingers, time slips away. Your eyes form every sunset and sunrise, shifting colors and shapes, fading to sleep on summer’s edge, still wrapped around me.

CH/safety/AOS

"In all this chaos, we found safety."

ramblings

fly on wings made of lead, crash with the guidance of angels, limit infinity and swim on the sun, keep your starry eyes on the ground and your feet in clouds while you mumble the lullabies of alternate realities to the graves in your front yard, kill em. miss me on other planets but don't watch out for returns of comets watched on hills in the city you once knew when you flew behind on the tails with the wings that now have crushed you into the sky; your blinded mind can't hear them, and your muted tongue can't taste the levels digressed as days reverse and nights are lit with the fires of stares and the friction of eyes on empty pages full to the edges and overflowing with what they crave, ripped again and taped with yells you write a story without being aware, the earth turns inside out and your ghosts revive your fears and induce a coma to which a song is sung, calm and sharp in the society of the dead minded.

evol

ti eveileb t'nac.

it's funny that if you were to use phonics and sound out evol, love backwards, it sounds like evil. what a beautifully divided paradox.