| IMAGINE THIS . . . |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|11:35 am] |
imagine you are sitting in a room
imagine the room starts to change
imagine the walls close in
imagine the roofline raises and makes you feel swallowed whole
imagine you are encased in a ten inch thick sheet of metal
imagine getting shot out of a gun through a crack in a car window
imagine going through a wall and lodging yourself into someones right lung
imagine sitting there for hours amongst all the blood and warmth
imagine being torn out and dropped into a pan with alcohol in it
imagine you are in a bag with others like you
imagine being melted down and reborn again |
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| i remember calling your name into the deep woods . . . |
[Dec. 4th, 2004|08:35 am] |
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i followed your footprints farther back into the woods, the howls of sirens following me, we walked for what seemed like miles, the whole time it felt like you were following me, stalking my steps with every breath, trying to gain my strength i lifted the latch off the door, a cold dead air drifted out in the shape of ghosts, loggers watched and stood in amazement at the images of death excreted from this crypt, left deep in the woods for no one to find, i found it with great haste, crippling screams from the wood chipper as your body slid deeper into it, a red spray coming from the other side and onto the ground, covering the now dead autumn leaves, red crimson spray on my shoes as i walked into the hospital lights, falling out of windows and onto passing cars, crippled by the screams of the emergency ward, left dying but here is the newest issue of better homes and gardens, waking up drained of life and cold as an ice cube, yes, yesterday you were alive, now you are dead, collapsed lungs scraping out words like chalk on the sidewalk, homeless men laying in puddles of their own urine, dont laugh out loud, crippled by the site of your reflection in the river as you wash this blood from your hands, what have you become, dont laugh too hard, etched into the back of our minds is the idea that we are not good enough, good enough for what, well good enough for ourselves, stapled to walls like flyers on telephone poles, unable to move not because we physically cant, but we willfully wont, dont laugh too hard. |
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| bitches get the proverbial stitches |
[Oct. 25th, 2004|06:19 pm] |
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dance beats fill the room, as the bodies start you writhe and awaken. the crypts shake from everyone taking a breathe at the same time. they are all synchronized, they are all programmed, they are. Seldom seen outside before the big sleep, they live in the caverns and underground crypts of your older towns. Any old sewer system has a handfold of wrongful deaths, buried alives, drunks choking on their own vomit, children that fell through a hole and broke their necks and were just left in the dark. shit like that is what made them what they are, and the places they live is where they were born/created, by the world at large. often they could be "seen", now when i say seen i mean random shadows that should not be there, a silhouette on a wall, they are never fully seen. they live their whole lives in the shadows, the whole afterlife i mean, never seeing the light of day, unless they find a way into someone elses shadow. |
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| sluts make for interesting conversations |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|12:36 pm] |
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today there was a family on the bus, they looked happy enough, their faces were dirty, and clothes torn, but otherwise looked happy. The children clung to their mother like a fire hydrant in a tornado hoping that only it would keep them from blowing away. The roof of the bus slowly grew higher above the children until it suddenly was sucked into the sky and rain poured down onto their humbled faces. The bus spun out of control and slammed against the walls of a school. Dazed we all walked out into the hallways of the school. Bloody hand prints streaked the walls and led to bodies impaled on thousands of pencils and rulers. Education, the lesser known killer. The children still clutched on to their mother, their mother kneeling down and with a calm and soothing voice telling them it would all be ok started to stroke their heads. The hair on their heads started to part and then the skulls themselves started to part, releasing a spray of innocence into the air that only children could posess. The innocence splattered against the walls, and dripped from the ceiling of the school. I ventured outside to see the destruction a little closer. On the ground were shadows of children playing catch and foursquare, i looked into the sky to see the silhouettes of people flailing. One by one they came crashing down onto the hard asphalt blacktop of the playground, the crunching sounds of their bones as they folded in on themselves as they hit the ground has stayed with me to this day. The clouds suddenly parted and a beam of light struck the ground with such force that it shook the whole area. The bodies around me, destroyed and disformed started to writhe with a kind of new life, they were suddenly ripped open and a white mist arose from all of them and started to dance in the light. The mists mingled with each other and then started to rise up the light and past the clouds, disapearing in a blinding white light. |
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| A leather bound distraction |
[Oct. 15th, 2004|12:47 pm] |
As you know sir, the seriousness of this matter is undisputable. In fact we are kind of scratching our heads at the thoughts of someone second guessing them. Especially someone of such high standing in the community. The reason we have called this meeting is not to tell you things that you are already aware of, but to draw attention to somethings that you didnt know we were aware of.
For instance, last june, you went on a business trip, did you not? What was the nature of this business trip?
I see, and all these bills for ammunition, rope, duct tape, and alcohol, these were all integral parts in the negotiations?
Oh i get it, you can explain, well how about you explain what is really happening here then, because you are using our money and our resources on something other then the intended purposes. We are about to forcibly extract all the information, dont make this get ugly. . . |
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| store bought auto erotic asphyxiation |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|09:24 pm] |
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left in the corner for dead, plastic bag over her head with a rubber band around the neck to secure it. legs sprawled out in front of her, her shoes barely hanging on to the ends of her toes, six inch black leather heels. the bag is all fogged up from her last breath. through the condensation you can see her eyes still wide, her hair dishevelled and a mess from her pulling at the bag and throwing her self around, now it drapes over her face. her mouth hangs open and her tounge on display against her chin. her nipples still erect from the stimulation, easily seen through her sheer black bra. her skirt crumpled at her waist and her panties around one of her ankles. her vagina still gaping from where he just was, and dripping in vaginal juices and cum. all of her veins are sticking out on her arms, showing the track marks from earlier that day, one hand clenched in a fist the other open. the wall to her left has four gouged lines going down it from her finger nails, chunks of which have been lodged in the wall. bite marks on the inside of her left thigh still wet and slightly dripping little streams of blood. and mess of shit and piss between her legs after she lost control of her bowels. her body stiffens and rigamortis sets in. flys come and lay eggs in her anus, vagina, and belly button. maggots are born and start to devour her rotting corpse. it takes the police officers 2 months to find her. |
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| the new life ceremony |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|08:51 am] |
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Seldom do I see these visions, but from whenst they came and vanished they have returned. Approximately five hours ago was my last vision, twisted figures dancing in unison to a rythmic tribal drum beat. Sweat dripped off of them as they churned their bodies more and more frenetically. Feverishly they tore at their eyes until all that was left were bleeding caverns diving deep into their skulls. The apparent leader stood in the shadows with only his eyes illuminated in the dark, he seemed to have some otherworldly power over them. The women started to disrobe and manipulate around the fire pit. The men lined up one in front of each woman, each man taking out his penis and placing it on the knealing womens cheeks. The women took the men in their hands and moved them back and forth, spitting on their hands often to not cause friction. They did this until the men ejaculated into their eye cavities. Almost instantly the womens eyes started to glow and develop anew. The women then opened their mouths and emitted a stream of light out and into the mens eyes, renewing them. They all arrange themselves in a circle around the fire pit and start chanting, "new life", over and over again. A small child is brought forth from the man in the shadows, his face never revealed, somehow he comands not only these people but the shadows about him. His hands were revealed though, bones with scales here and there and long points at the tips of each finger. The figure held the child over the fire and the people started to chant louder and faster. The figure muttered some words that i could'nt make out and then let his hands go from under the child and it dropped into the firepit. Ash and cinder flew up and onto the faces of the people and the flames grew, there was no sound from the child. Minutes went by and the people still just kept chanting. About the tenth minute, there was a noise that came from the fire, it was a shriek of a bird, it flew out of the fire and into the night. All the people cheered and started dancing. The figure walked back into the shadows and stood for a minute before fading into the blackness. As soon as he had disappeared all of the people collapsed and fell into a deep deep sleep. |
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