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December 11th, 2003

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Thursday, December 11th, 2003 01:58 am
endless orobouros of creation
the snake eating its tail
I bring it again

Meet face one of my Gemini presentation
Aries and ram type A-like ass-hole like anal like a hole where I'm constantly lingering where empty and drive like a driven train taking over because I *have* no control over my brain running away from me with its, ever seeing holes everwhere round 'bouts and I see blankness protractiveness, nothing new or pro-created but anti-created or re-created from something already recreationally broken
hack like a pretender in my own mind and I finger my own lips and wet the seams where my soul is held together or just my heart or just my writing which is all the same really fuck me through the gaps in my words
I dare you to take my seams apart.

Meet face two of my Gemini presentation,
Pisces with a vengence, passive agressive like the very liquid sound of seduction calling from ink and blankness and binary code, meld with the green and black like matrix space in a place where I am God and get lost in what I am not. solid, I am not. steady, I am irrevocable like decay like rot like dust like diseased thigh's welcome like an opening like innocents that promises pain and slow falls down
ward? I am weak. like water, I am inevitable and like silences and predictable like smooth glazed eyes, there are no edges that won't melt and no edge that I won't lose. I will ease your transition and made the edge sliiiiiiide, but
there is no way you can help me follow.

I sink, lop-ended end over end and ending like snake-tail-biting and down deep away,
my apologies to the sun.