(`. Composure .`)
'Dollhouse'
Switchblade Symphony. Album: Serpentine Gallery (1995)
Pushing, pulling me down again
Pushing, pulling me down again
It's getting bad
I can't breathe
I won't let them in
I won't let them in
Crushing, pushing me down again
Crushing, pushing me down again
I need to get away
Listen now to their hurting words
They rip and they do tear
Pushing out all of my hidden things
Hold my hand and take me there
Sickened eyes seem to mesmerize
They're melting as they glow
Mesmerize your alibis
They're laughing in the snow
People climbing up the walls
Breaking all of my wretched dolls
Fingernails they scratch outside
In the attic is where I'll hide
People climbing up the walls
Breaking all of my wretched dolls
Fingernails they scratch outside
In the attic is where I'll hide
I won't let them in
(`..``..`)
I am the Zen master: I am in Harmony with the world.
I woke up to a banging at the door. I had hoped to be up when she arrived. My hospitality was limited to making coffee and stating the obvious.
I am the Zen master: I am focused, full, but empty.
My afternoon was robbed by the National Geographic channel. I watch people. Watching animals would be cool if I thought we they were any different.
I am the Zen master: I meditate upon the corpse.
The stench of death was strong today. The disconsolate thought of how total, and yet inconsequential, death is was an enigmatic companion throughout the evening. I finally managed to brush it away with a Series 51. Sable. I painted a womens arse.
I am the Zen master: the impermanence of existence was reveled to me in the cigarettes smoke.
I have quit nearly smoking a year. Ill never start again but I do still wonder just what the hell it was I found to do with my hands.
I am the Zen master: I am at piece with the world while in pieces in it.
I am calm.
~~~~ How to Navigate My Journal ~~~~
'Dollhouse'
Switchblade Symphony. Album: Serpentine Gallery (1995)
Pushing, pulling me down again
Pushing, pulling me down again
It's getting bad
I can't breathe
I won't let them in
I won't let them in
Crushing, pushing me down again
Crushing, pushing me down again
I need to get away
Listen now to their hurting words
They rip and they do tear
Pushing out all of my hidden things
Hold my hand and take me there
Sickened eyes seem to mesmerize
They're melting as they glow
Mesmerize your alibis
They're laughing in the snow
People climbing up the walls
Breaking all of my wretched dolls
Fingernails they scratch outside
In the attic is where I'll hide
People climbing up the walls
Breaking all of my wretched dolls
Fingernails they scratch outside
In the attic is where I'll hide
I won't let them in
(`..``..`)
I am the Zen master: I am in Harmony with the world.
I woke up to a banging at the door. I had hoped to be up when she arrived. My hospitality was limited to making coffee and stating the obvious.
I am the Zen master: I am focused, full, but empty.
My afternoon was robbed by the National Geographic channel. I watch people. Watching animals would be cool if I thought we they were any different.
I am the Zen master: I meditate upon the corpse.
The stench of death was strong today. The disconsolate thought of how total, and yet inconsequential, death is was an enigmatic companion throughout the evening. I finally managed to brush it away with a Series 51. Sable. I painted a womens arse.
I am the Zen master: the impermanence of existence was reveled to me in the cigarettes smoke.
I have quit nearly smoking a year. Ill never start again but I do still wonder just what the hell it was I found to do with my hands.
I am the Zen master: I am at piece with the world while in pieces in it.
I am calm.
~~~~ How to Navigate My Journal ~~~~