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as the sky parted ways
with its deviant demeanor
i too separated fact from fiction
and what i found amidst the aberration
was a hellion at war, tendering its vigor
as i stitched the scar
to forever mend the dissimulation
the hellion sneered,
"there is one truth,
and one lie,
and forever they will coincide."
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[23 Aug 2008|05:35pm] |
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amongst the sins of a sold out race there pulses a vein of obsidian blood dark and brooding. attach yourself to life, but corruption is just as imminent as the flow of your precious vitae.
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[19 May 2008|09:57pm] |
fuck this.
i want out.
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[24 Apr 2008|10:23pm] |
I HAVE SEEN THE OMEGA!!!!
I HAVE SEEN THROUGH THE FACADE!!!!
THIS PARADIGM IS BROKEN!!!!
ARM YOURSELVES!
(i graduate in two weeks with a B.S. in accountancy. holla.)
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[21 Mar 2007|11:40am] |
there it is,
this bastion of precise mechanism
the roots tremble, and the bedrock cracks.
upon the horizon,
daemons whisper of the last grain to fall
the ocean stirs, and the coast crumbles.
over the hills,
the invisble legion marches and thumps
the earth flattens, and the flora fails
in the deserts,
the sand swallows blood and oil
and the hoi polloi perish, and the gods scream
oh, these are perilious times.
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[19 Aug 2005|01:17am] |
there is a demonic amplitude
that aspires to commute these hands
in a fashion that demands my eyes
be removed from their sockets,
and my jaw split from my skull.
if such pain is the result,
of never attaining a singular dream,
or delusion?
please then,
sanction me to eternal travail.
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[30 May 2005|10:35am] |
the legions of the neocon trudge forth,
with policies fashioned of fury and fire torches,
searing 229 timeline ticks of progession and passion,
my eyes grow wild.
and yet you,
with your narcissism,
and feeble wavelength,
chose to abide the regime.
through tainted cognition,
and dimensions otherworldly,
i have seen the posterity,
of a realm gone static.
though-
if you luxuriate in,
apathetic atmospheres,
and blightful bliss,
accredit me the duty
to etch on your stone:
"nothing hereafter."
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[26 Apr 2005|01:16am] |
barely breathing,
i watched the sky,
and slowly waited for an answer.
but today,
i woke up to find,
that the things i'm searching for,
will never make me human.
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[28 Oct 2004|11:09pm] |
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and amongst the most vilest and demonic paradigms that never cease to insalve, the systematic obliteration of free thought and free form is of the highest rung. or perhaps it is solely i that is the evilness personified to desecrate a peacful institution. questions are asked, and answers are given. rather dull and formulated - sometimes my own systems have the tendency to shut down under such calculated pressure. and what is it worth? to become the admired or to become sustainable? the tail-end seems more attainable for with admiration comes spite. so i can no longer disavow that there is a part of me that is a part of it. we've come round-circle. am i the exception dr. skinner? for i am no leech that sucks the vitae from such a mess to become thus - plagued. there are few and they are far i suppose. and there are plenty of grains left to watch 9.8 meters per second do its work. surely i can wait. but that is not to say i grow tired and restless of this hypothesis proven twice and thrice. test until the desired results are acheived. i hope its what you hoped for and not another one of pandora's evils. some say it's destiny, others say it's all chaotic - i think it's a little bit of both with values sprinkled on top. how tasty. too bad micky d's doesn't serve integrity to go. supersize that shit, get fat off that shit.
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[16 Sep 2004|11:32pm] |
the acidic after taste still rapes my tounge
the metallic torrent still rattles true in my ears
and further, these despotic daemons chizzle away
at the cerebrum
once a humble abode.
and i strive for piousness,
but the war drums' incessant thumps
create a chaos that i adhere.
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| catharisis |
[28 Aug 2004|10:03am] |
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fuck with these buttons and knobs long enough and maybe things will turn out fine.
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[15 Jun 2004|10:01am] |
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i lose myself preoccu-passionately.
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| stucco obelisk |
[09 Jun 2004|10:02pm] |
painstaking saga fits
downhill path overlooked.
wide range of discreet trickery.
utopia is fine.
glorious phase customized nicely.
regular ruin freshly defunct/fucked.
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[01 Jun 2004|10:22am] |
PROSAIC PERCEPTIONS FLOOD THE TRENCHES THAT ARE HALF-WAY FULL WITH COWARDICE
DEFILEMENT IS INEVITABLE AS YOU ARE SUSTAINED WITH SUCH A MESS
WHERE'S MY FUCKING HAND PUMP?
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[08 May 2004|11:30am] |
take satisfaction in the mask's virginal visage
when the black hearted arrows of cupid's bow flak out
charred friendships will be the only remains
enjoy choking down the ashes of a purchased soul
love kills when it dies
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| the end, |
[05 May 2004|11:13pm] |
and on everything ... i shall step out of context:
because chs deca has been a large part of my life these past two years.
to all the people whom i have come know as close allies in this so
called existance... i am grateful for all of you and what you have
done to me. this will certainly not be the end. i know for fact
that you will all be successful in each of your unique endeavors.
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| to good friends. |
[05 May 2004|09:45pm] |
rance, christin, and audrey..
without you three in my life,
i would be dead inside.
thank you.
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[29 Apr 2004|10:20am] |
what does it take
how long must i wait
ocho diaz!
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[23 Apr 2004|07:32pm] |
do these sporadic moments that make it all worth while equate the suffering?
or are they over-shadowed by the melancholy?
for those who hope for an instance of clarity,
rest assured
it's never coming.
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