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Sunday, November 09, 2008

Friday, October 17, 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Wires & The Concept of Breathing
    By A Skylit Drive
    Ex Machina
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    And Who Are You?

    Music is playing upstairs;
     the ones you fall over in the dark.
    The printer had a slowdown, and now it won't stop.
    The ink keeps pouring in carefully measured drops,
    the back and forth motion, staining trees with its mark.
    No one is listening to the music upstairs,
    it just keeps playing,
    playing to an empty room.
    There's no one inside that room,
    for the next three hours that soul
    might just not exist.
    The accuser sits outside,
    visible, but unreachable (and preferably so)
    a clear inch away.
    When will the printer run out of ink?
    When will the music stop playing?

    When will all the games stop working,
    when will the pieces go missing?

    Stop spinning me in circles, I can't see the sky
    stop pointing out my bruises,
    they're too hard to hide.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sunday, September 28, 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
    By My Chemical Romance
    Helena
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    Snapshots of Life (part three)

    The Greywalkers

        Cars screech through the ten o’clock humidity, carving the darkness, marking the tar. The two little girls are now more grown up, sitting on the lump of cement against the gutter, carrying all their thoughts and words away; they’re still too young to be heard.
        Once more the diamond chips stare down at them, these two united pulses, each with passion to feed the other.
        The fragments are startled at the intensity of the little ones’ stares. Intense, chocolate brown, and flecks of green.
        No one’s stared at us like that in years.
        Do you think there’s a Heaven? White asks of black.
        I don’t know…it must not function very well, though. Black answers.
        What do you mean?
        Well, who would take care of all those billions of souls? I mean, someone’s gotta give them jobs, and enforce the rules…it’s gotta be hard work running Heaven.
        Maybe that’s why Heaven’s Heaven. People learn to be good there – they follow the rules without someone telling them to.
        Maybe. Or maybe there’s no rules at all.
    And finally, the White and the Black, the blonde and the brown, the pale and the tan, finally realize that the world…
    is more grey than they thought.


  • Currently Listening
    The Everglow
    By Mae
    The Sun and The Moon
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    Hands Full of Water

    A bundle of nerves, and a bag of marbles.
     Fry the nerves with electric pulses, drown them with chemical feelings until they're fraying away.
    Carry the bag around, it rubs against the fabric of air until it's layers are worn and thin, and finally, it pops. All those colors, those round spheres of color, the blues, reds, greens, yellows and purples scatter to the floor. The person that was, just moments before, lays dismembered on the rugged earth, a pile of sparking wires and rolling sanity.
    All we are is atoms, programmed chemicals, releasing them when our brain orders a dosage of sadness, or happiness, or love, or desire. The deepest feelings that we are capable of are chemicals. Our thoughts, our dreams, are electric pulses.
    We are machines.
    And one day, we will fall apart. All our atoms spilling out and breaking apart. Like a tidal wave of existence, and destruction. We will spill to the floor like exploding water, droplets of us scattering to the skies. 

    Find the atom that belongs with yours.

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