I want
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Do all the saints and all the sinners battle the same demons in their minds as I do?
Ever the optimistic whore
Waiting begging
At the foot of a mock poet
Playing dead for the sake of enjoying immortality
A brief reflection
Refraction of the becoming
The developing schism
In a most clinical sense
Time...
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People
Things
Places
Nouns
Verbs
Decorated with adjectives
Do all the saints and all the sinners battle the same demons in their minds as I do?
Ever the optimistic whore
Waiting begging
At the foot of a mock poet
Playing dead for the sake of enjoying immortality
A brief reflection
Refraction of the becoming
The developing schism
In a most clinical sense
Time...
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Is this my subconscious working in overtime? Overdriven.
Keeping pace. The imagination I once kept,
Secret and solitary,
Hidden in plain view.
Scarlet tissues dried to touch
Velvet voices keep the ear. Attention,
And beg the question to drown a coffee drink.
Anise to chew.
Used. Flavor for the drink of choice. Absinthe tinted glasses. I did not Beg, I know you knew I knew...
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Keeping pace. The imagination I once kept,
Secret and solitary,
Hidden in plain view.
Scarlet tissues dried to touch
Velvet voices keep the ear. Attention,
And beg the question to drown a coffee drink.
Anise to chew.
Used. Flavor for the drink of choice. Absinthe tinted glasses. I did not Beg, I know you knew I knew...
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mongoofy:
every jungle pile
or person
has a thinking part
that wonders what
the part that isnt thinking
isnt thinking of
should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
or is it worse because its always waiting
where youre eyes dont go
or person
has a thinking part
that wonders what
the part that isnt thinking
isnt thinking of
should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
or is it worse because its always waiting
where youre eyes dont go
hornitos:
i love that you make me look words up in the dictionary. .
and i have to say.
someone out there. .
and i have to say.
someone out there. .
the old woman with the dead crows for hair is watching me
through her milk glass eyes
and she knows i am thinking of sex with her son
who reminds me of cougars
as he rips me apart in bed
she is talking to me
with a voice in my head
that sounds haunting
like the notion of being dead
but don't think she hears...
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through her milk glass eyes
and she knows i am thinking of sex with her son
who reminds me of cougars
as he rips me apart in bed
she is talking to me
with a voice in my head
that sounds haunting
like the notion of being dead
but don't think she hears...
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lolablu:
Not sure whether to growl or purr after reading that. 
princelogos:
a bit hard on the boy, aren't we? Or is it that you are,( in this writing), " The angel of death?"
Random and free
The idea of the artist in my head coalescing the vapors of experience into something more tangible and therefore real to the naked mind of the naked and cold skeleton that was a human before the wolves of a society ravaged and tore limb from limb the child in my mind. . . . . . .that creature I created to better...
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The idea of the artist in my head coalescing the vapors of experience into something more tangible and therefore real to the naked mind of the naked and cold skeleton that was a human before the wolves of a society ravaged and tore limb from limb the child in my mind. . . . . . .that creature I created to better...
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khas:
April 5, 1988
I want to dance
I want to sing
the songs of a thousand years
a hundred deaths
many triumphs
even more pifalls
Rushing down through the mire
the tears--the rain
up through the pyramid of power
Ever ascending
retracing my steps
quenching my thirst
The river has run dry
Beyond these changing scenes
I see another--always in the
distance--yet in some subtle sense
an arms length away.
Vision quickened to the extremes
I see vibration unscathed--unhindered
flowing endlessly, inviting yet
austere, saying "come play with me"
It seems to be waiting with endured
patience, expecting nothing, wanting
everything--all of me.
Scenes transpiring, aloof from the
madness I stand off to the side
as if waiting for just the right
moment to jump in. It never seems
just right.
Now it hits me--in the midst of defeat
laid out before me is the pinnacle
Awareness unconcealed, everpresent
like an empty stage.
"Fill it with what you wish--I shall
always remain empty--for you are
only one of many who has entered
my presence. Whatever remembrances
you have are there and gone--for you
stand alone, perplexed at your creations."
Clarity dawning-- view uncluttered
The stars are mine. I own your
presence. I shall pay my dues
excuse myself--then go on my
merry way clicking my heels to
an original tune.
I shall call it "my way". You are
free to see and feel it in your
own way. Forgive me and forget
me--I still remain inside this
drame--center stage without
fright--with courage I battle
against all your probable odds
Although I grow in years with all this
said and done, I can smile.
sorrow unspoken now, I feighn age,
wisdom, sage of confidence. My death
will come, and it will go, and you
will stay or be gone. We face it as
equals, with lifes trials in the
background, or foreground if you wish
Still poised I will move on, slung
from this grave of despair and
desolation out into this vastness
we know as the unknowable.
p.s. alot of my thinking was prodded by
readings in mysticism, especially Carlos
Castaneda
I want to dance
I want to sing
the songs of a thousand years
a hundred deaths
many triumphs
even more pifalls
Rushing down through the mire
the tears--the rain
up through the pyramid of power
Ever ascending
retracing my steps
quenching my thirst
The river has run dry
Beyond these changing scenes
I see another--always in the
distance--yet in some subtle sense
an arms length away.
Vision quickened to the extremes
I see vibration unscathed--unhindered
flowing endlessly, inviting yet
austere, saying "come play with me"
It seems to be waiting with endured
patience, expecting nothing, wanting
everything--all of me.
Scenes transpiring, aloof from the
madness I stand off to the side
as if waiting for just the right
moment to jump in. It never seems
just right.
Now it hits me--in the midst of defeat
laid out before me is the pinnacle
Awareness unconcealed, everpresent
like an empty stage.
"Fill it with what you wish--I shall
always remain empty--for you are
only one of many who has entered
my presence. Whatever remembrances
you have are there and gone--for you
stand alone, perplexed at your creations."
Clarity dawning-- view uncluttered
The stars are mine. I own your
presence. I shall pay my dues
excuse myself--then go on my
merry way clicking my heels to
an original tune.
I shall call it "my way". You are
free to see and feel it in your
own way. Forgive me and forget
me--I still remain inside this
drame--center stage without
fright--with courage I battle
against all your probable odds
Although I grow in years with all this
said and done, I can smile.
sorrow unspoken now, I feighn age,
wisdom, sage of confidence. My death
will come, and it will go, and you
will stay or be gone. We face it as
equals, with lifes trials in the
background, or foreground if you wish
Still poised I will move on, slung
from this grave of despair and
desolation out into this vastness
we know as the unknowable.
p.s. alot of my thinking was prodded by
readings in mysticism, especially Carlos
Castaneda
body_altercation:
Wow...that is all I can say...very deep and true!
Did I die. . .maybe yet to be proven one way or the other. . .
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docrock:
Hey what happened to you? 
hornitos:
i could throw
my
lipstick & bracelets
like gravel
and
move to alabama
got
some
more scotch instead
then i died
a
thousand times
he hung me with the endless rope
- exene
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my
lipstick & bracelets
like gravel
and
move to alabama
got
some
more scotch instead
then i died
a
thousand times
he hung me with the endless rope
- exene
[Edited on Nov 13, 2005 1:36AM]
Temperamental witness to the prayer
And the praying idol bleeding
Bent on knee
To make a martyr
Of the kingdom animalia
In the heart of the darkness
Inside the American Dream
Beaten into submission
Into abject humiliation
Reverence that never would have begun
Except the wilting petals
Of a white rose never fell
And frozen
In time
Lay down
Beside the marble face
Of the...
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And the praying idol bleeding
Bent on knee
To make a martyr
Of the kingdom animalia
In the heart of the darkness
Inside the American Dream
Beaten into submission
Into abject humiliation
Reverence that never would have begun
Except the wilting petals
Of a white rose never fell
And frozen
In time
Lay down
Beside the marble face
Of the...
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greyscale:
prose to prose it seems with your readers. introspection never hurts, but where does it go in the long run?
oh, what's your favorite color, by the way? And, when comes the next photo set? I'd say that the majority of us are on the edges of our seats.
oh, what's your favorite color, by the way? And, when comes the next photo set? I'd say that the majority of us are on the edges of our seats.
angel69:
thanks for adding me
following the will and when we may just go where no one's been and find ourselves reeling in the ideas of the agony and the ecstasy of the ideas and the feelings of the desire we know nothing of and the pieces of humanity which I am only dreaming of what of the next the past the present where is this going and where has...
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eccentric:
loved the entry...i thought i was the queen of run on sentence till today!
princelogos:
A chant from a Grimore,mind stirring, hipnotic: the dancing light in a serpents eyes at the moment of strike.
A candle flickers in the room next door
Blurred Technicolor dreaming
On a second hand binge
Do you feel desperate now?
Are you alone again?
I think I am
Are you listening?
I think I am
Dismal and confused
Albeit a little more stable
Microcosm Macrocosm
Blue yellow and little green
Made a bi t of the grand design in the grand scheme
Break in...
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Blurred Technicolor dreaming
On a second hand binge
Do you feel desperate now?
Are you alone again?
I think I am
Are you listening?
I think I am
Dismal and confused
Albeit a little more stable
Microcosm Macrocosm
Blue yellow and little green
Made a bi t of the grand design in the grand scheme
Break in...
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hornitos:
devil's backbone was cool, abot the spanish kid in the orphanage right? produced by pedro almova-something. . i liked it better than most of his movies. ( although his do look pretty, there always somehow lacking)
if you'd like you could check out 'the changeling' 70's ghost story, suprisingly good.
btw, the godfather part II was the last american film done in technicolor . it doesn't exist anymore. . except in your dreams of course!
i enjoy your journals. . i hope i don't come off like a know -it -all . . even though i might be.
your journal entry has made me think of a lot of things in the past . . a song i wrote about my room. . i think it was called 'space'
, the song by 'x' (we're desperate) my current state of mind, and a book i read a long time ago about macroism i believe? anyways it was perdy good about reincarnation and such. . and most importantly , it made me think of how i used to rub the slippery-soft edges of the blanket (you know what i mean?) on my cheek at night to help me sleep .
if you'd like you could check out 'the changeling' 70's ghost story, suprisingly good.
btw, the godfather part II was the last american film done in technicolor . it doesn't exist anymore. . except in your dreams of course!
i enjoy your journals. . i hope i don't come off like a know -it -all . . even though i might be.
your journal entry has made me think of a lot of things in the past . . a song i wrote about my room. . i think it was called 'space'
, the song by 'x' (we're desperate) my current state of mind, and a book i read a long time ago about macroism i believe? anyways it was perdy good about reincarnation and such. . and most importantly , it made me think of how i used to rub the slippery-soft edges of the blanket (you know what i mean?) on my cheek at night to help me sleep .
ciderx:
Here you go.....Hope you like...It really was a pleasure...I had a beautiful picture to work with..............
Here you go.....Hope you like...It really was a pleasure...I had a beautiful picture to work with..............
Out to win
Out on a Wednesday Night
Play a little bit harder
Talk a little bit softer
Done up right
All decked out
Laid out bodies draining
Careful now
Dont you need a license
To operate drugs like that
A mind like that
Dont you need a license to drive?
The Earth
Moon
Stars
Vacant night sky
An itch in the cosmic pocket
Lay...
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Out on a Wednesday Night
Play a little bit harder
Talk a little bit softer
Done up right
All decked out
Laid out bodies draining
Careful now
Dont you need a license
To operate drugs like that
A mind like that
Dont you need a license to drive?
The Earth
Moon
Stars
Vacant night sky
An itch in the cosmic pocket
Lay...
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tomuchneverenuf:
It's ok, i got mine back lol And that writting is AWSOME i love it, you should keep posting more! 
grendel_kin:
it's probably in the wrist.
the root of your martini problem, that is.
without the proper flicking action, one often puts in far too much vermouth.
so, look to your wrists my dear...the answers are at the end of your arms.
......and hello.
the root of your martini problem, that is.
without the proper flicking action, one often puts in far too much vermouth.
so, look to your wrists my dear...the answers are at the end of your arms.
......and hello.
Silent apprehension
Caught in universal questioning of the reasoning between the concrete and the alien senses
The black
The white
The red
The sea of tranquility
Little bit of mode orientation
Mood music
Not a happier day- just a different place
Escape-
Iron cross dreams to defend
Just like a threat, a question of time
A moniker and a systematic arrangement
Down the bottle, swallow...
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Caught in universal questioning of the reasoning between the concrete and the alien senses
The black
The white
The red
The sea of tranquility
Little bit of mode orientation
Mood music
Not a happier day- just a different place
Escape-
Iron cross dreams to defend
Just like a threat, a question of time
A moniker and a systematic arrangement
Down the bottle, swallow...
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adrena:
yea they could be lyrics, if you wanted, i just randomly wrote them down, i can definately see lyrics. . .thank you . . .
plannumberone:
You are so right about High Fidelity and the things that are the person, the way the person sees the world etc.
But Im interested in soooo much, I cant possibly find someone who is parallell to it all. Havent yet, at least. My lists are too long, and Im kinda hyperactive when Im on[/], so i guess its hard to follow. Or fight.
Down the bottle, swallow the pill
There are still a few dreams left to kill
The cannibal the corpse
The sidelong glance
Catch me up
Catch up to me
- reminds me of that Probot song with the SG girls and Lemmy.
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But Im interested in soooo much, I cant possibly find someone who is parallell to it all. Havent yet, at least. My lists are too long, and Im kinda hyperactive when Im on[/], so i guess its hard to follow. Or fight.
Down the bottle, swallow the pill
There are still a few dreams left to kill
The cannibal the corpse
The sidelong glance
Catch me up
Catch up to me
- reminds me of that Probot song with the SG girls and Lemmy.
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