MAY 19, 2008 @ 10:49 PM | NO COMMENTS
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i'm doing well. just came back to st. louis from michigan after a month. i think i stumbled upon my identity. strange how a war can rob you of that. or maybe i just finally opened my eyes to the brutal reality that is our world.
i don't mean that in a tragic way. i see a person behaving horridly and yet there's more of a poetry to it, a truth, the perfume of life ripped away leaving a man/woman in their true nature.
the moment i digested it and it solidified in me was when i was watching a documentary on sam fuller. he's talking about his experiences in world war 2 and i could relate to the baser instincts he was talking about and the sick twisted humor of rules to wars and the fact they exist on such broad stupid levels, then you see it on the micro level--a couple arguing. over what? unable to see the other person only the ideal or seeing the other person too much and not their ideal enough and so they fight and claw at their dreams trying mail one another into what they wanted. not all the time but it happens quite frequently. words with lovers can be like bullets from a soldier's gun in the game of love. in the game of war a soldier's demeanor is like a lonely man climbing up onto the bar stool and watering away the scarred memories of her laugh and her perfume, maybe more intimately the way she moaned her eyes ad lips swelled with desire for a moment that should have lasted forever.
anyway i'm getting way out of hand trying to explain something really simple.
of course enjoyed your set.
original and whole message to lilith. just thought it was a tad long to post in a comment section. though that spooky house shit sounded fun and scary.
anyway hope you catch this and understand it.
i'm doing well. just came back to st. louis from michigan after a month. i think i stumbled upon my identity. strange how a war can rob you of that. or maybe i just finally opened my eyes to the brutal reality that is our world.
i don't mean that in a tragic way. i see a person behaving horridly and yet there's more of a poetry to it, a truth, the perfume of life ripped away leaving a man/woman in their true nature.
the moment i digested it and it solidified in me was when i was watching a documentary on sam fuller. he's talking about his experiences in world war 2 and i could relate to the baser instincts he was talking about and the sick twisted humor of rules to wars and the fact they exist on such broad stupid levels, then you see it on the micro level--a couple arguing. over what? unable to see the other person only the ideal or seeing the other person too much and not their ideal enough and so they fight and claw at their dreams trying mail one another into what they wanted. not all the time but it happens quite frequently. words with lovers can be like bullets from a soldier's gun in the game of love. in the game of war a soldier's demeanor is like a lonely man climbing up onto the bar stool and watering away the scarred memories of her laugh and her perfume, maybe more intimately the way she moaned her eyes ad lips swelled with desire for a moment that should have lasted forever.
anyway i'm getting way out of hand trying to explain something really simple.
of course enjoyed your set.
original and whole message to lilith. just thought it was a tad long to post in a comment section. though that spooky house shit sounded fun and scary.
anyway hope you catch this and understand it.
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i don't mean that in a tragic way. i see a person behaving horridly and yet there's more of a poetry to it, a truth, the perfume of life ripped away leaving a man/woman in their true nature.
the moment i digested it and it solidified in me was when i was watching a documentary on sam fuller. he's talking about his experiences in world war 2 and i could relate to the baser instincts he was talking about and the sick twisted humor of rules to wars and the fact they exist on such broad stupid levels, then you see it on the micro level--a couple arguing. over what? unable to see the other person only the ideal or seeing the other person too much and not their ideal enough and so they fight and claw at their dreams trying mail one another into what they wanted. not all the time but it happens quite frequently. words with lovers can be like bullets from a soldier's gun in the game of love. in the game of war a soldier's demeanor is like a lonely man climbing up onto the bar stool and watering away the scarred memories of her laugh and her perfume, maybe more intimately the way she moaned her eyes ad lips swelled with desire for a moment that should have lasted forever.
anyway i'm getting way out of hand trying to explain something really simple.
of course enjoyed your set.
original and whole message to lilith. just thought it was a tad long to post in a comment section. though that spooky house shit sounded fun and scary.
anyway hope you catch this and understand it.