Something about the deeds. Something about the callouses, about the airflow, about the feeds and creeds and breeds. Everything around me have been reduced to an offer. I do not spin. I do not spin. I am Nowhere and everywhere; have everything and nothing.
I. What I Told The Devil
"Do not tell me what you've reduced me to. Devil, I am Grand Nobody."
But I've never wanted to travel. But I've never wanted to feel
Like I were topping off. My mind had embalmed itself onto
All carnal rotogravures, and all the console of my Luxus
Petrification had been aching to soon mind itself undone.
Om… Om… Om, motherf*ckers… Om!!
(Jeg vil bruke! Jeg vil bruke! Hjelp meg! Jeg vil virkelig bruke!)
I can hear you not dictating to me.
I can hear the alcohol and the religion, and the politics, policies,
And the excess of politeness. (They are delicate, some times delirious.)
Gloriosissimus dux: lying in luxury; being cursed with no money;
Running from the death bed that is just a bed– Lusitania!
Living and mourning. Living and mourning.
There is something more powerful than all my addictions combined:
My will and want to be beautiful. My quiet hand reaching for the loudly sun ...Read more
I have survived the second instance of the sword.
The way to my rooting is swollen, the butterflies bleed
Black, like the predator surrounding Orion.
How are you losing it so early in the morning?
Hurrah! So many people have majored in double-speak.
None of them exists until I need them to exist again.
Bloody fair, ain't it, young destroyer?– This bloodied two-way street.
Nobody, from all the bodies accounted for in and out of Earth,
Is waking around with a decanter on their ruly pouch,
So punch and let punch.
You're going to find real soon that it ...Read more
Chiedo alla Donna in rosso, che lavora la filo Rosso
Di nuovo, il Dio-Signora stessa, i pericoli, i pinnacolo, e culmine,
i punti più alti e zona di massima luce del benefici dell'anima sicura…
benefici dell'anima sicura et convinto… Piccolo Io–
Io ho– la il risposte poco chiare dal Dominion dei sue Capelli.
Shall I risk what is already the-sure-happy for the road that is not conquered?
Shall I envy before, with the roof over the head and the limbs of my body,
The excitement of the rolling? Shall I give in, into greed, razor-backed,
Evolved into and up from the land, gently, f ...Read more
"I believe, though many before me disagree, that the soul is not the only part of the being that ascends. The mind, too, ascends. The heart, too, ascends. And still, they mourn the body left while they are leaving. And still, the soul, and the mind, and the heart never forget. Hollow is the being without a soul. Hollow, the lonely traveler in time that sleeps through time only, and important on a period that is a blink only. But do not be deluded, those of you with hands that hold and eyes that read. The body is where the ascending four is developed. The body is the shrine. The body is the gen ...Read more
No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man.
Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted.
It is good for the foolish that he bear the yoke in his early days;
Grief-giver ho, bitter-agent ho, now agitated-naked-in-decay tho.
(Nine-One-Four-Five ho, versa power top and tap!)
I try to contribute my many a bones to lesser known museums
Of seaweeds, of poisona skin, of reprimands and recommendations, of ballots of shallots,
And many more gore legendariums tussled, and gigantic screens awfully repainting civics
And never disparaging like my castle ...Read more
give the man the geyser,
a brush, a tale, a pair of pants,
to watch the madness taketh under library
to hope he spins
the opposite of clockwork
one builds a giant
or foolish forest fire ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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