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shiny objects

Tuesday, May 11, 2004


Man, I sure purge some some messed up thoughts into my notebook. Of course, this means i have to share it with everyone, just to reaffirm how terribly morbid and strange I am . . . you know, just in case you forgot. Grr. Phear me.

If you kill half of yourself, and half again, and so on, you can die in slow motion for eternity. Maybe that's the secret to eternal life - give the cloaked creditor just enough to wet his scythe.



Mycote Meditations

I have seen hell nestled
Between the horrifying contors of
My own face. I have seen the electrons
Of my carpet dance away from me, peeling
Back layer
After layer,
In a dense cosmic swarm until I am
Suspended
In
Nothingness.
I have seen through pupils dilated wide enough for the truth to slip by unnoticed.
I have seen an hour cleave into
A thousand epochs, and each epoch into
A thousand eons, and each eon into
Countless galactic lifetimes
Which, during each,
a galaxy is birthed, nourished,
Assaulted, and
Extinguished.

But now I need your help, because
I can't recall -
Where I last saw my shoes.


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