<===_a [cc]:el_erate ===>

__sometimes>
in the silent blue of my mind__
are [hailstorms]
& misshapen forms-
of the things i thought that i once knew
the things that draw me close to you.

sometimes in the silent blue of the earth
is a sinking feeling.
the air is hissing
& the sky is stealing
the blue from my mind and some from you...

[ Listen to "accelerate".rm from eXcursions]  (courtesy of Red Moon Records)

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<===_a [moment]:seems_for/ever ===>

--eyes->
like shining crystal
when they catch the sun.
they tell a story all their own,
it's written by you & your experience.
eyes like shining crystal
when they glow in the dark.
a moment seems forever
when you've come undone.

lost in forever, what is infinity?
forever-
whatever that may be.
put your best face on
no hassles now.
up or down aren't the only directions now.
don't you want to put your best face on?

intertwined in all directions,
tongue is forked & with erection.
asleep & falling quickly naked...
skin's compelling to escape it.
don't-don't-don't you want to put your best face on?

[ Listen to "a moment seems forever".rm from eXcursions]  (courtesy of Red Moon Records)

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<===_dia [mond]:like_(b)lue ===>

How many ever it takes, i'll make it go away.
as many threads to sew the leaves for you,
i'd even beat them until they're bruised.
until they're drawn apart in the sands beyond the new.

Meat fading into unclear images
decomposed & blue
light changes everything
i turn into you.
screams in the locked stock of that pistol
nothing but *twinkle, twinkle*

Oil spill spots staining
water draining
sanctuary structured and
pleasure interrupted-
the pieces of time that are lost
have already erupted.
it's setting off anyway
in your hands.
in your hands.

-- I just want something living,-->
maybe hanging on a tree.
so that when i __stab it-->
it will bleed for me.
"please make it quiet she said-
a stranger to myself in my own head."

Saw you just the other day,
said "hello"
what i meant to say-
"How are your landmine stealth attacks?
still tricking the wind to make it think it's the sea?"
_soft _whispers _to _trigger _the _biggest explosion you've ever seen.

|--(it's in your hands)--|

[ Listen to "diamond-like-blue".rm from eXcursions]  (courtesy of Red Moon Records)

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<===_d [i]:min_utiv_e ===>

in the fish's mouth beneath, born of sea-foam/inverted;
past its neck & past its nose is a dark/dark place where no one goes.
something from its fin is growing/resounding it is falling back down/down
from whence it came & we will never be the same. 

it has the earth ~it has the sea ~it has the stars, but it can't have me.

extracting it is falling back down/down from whence it came & we will never be the same.
the incandescence is the fire which ultimately commands the wind to blow 
& which direction it should go.

in essence,
he will find you
stealing you into his lair.
in innocence,
he will defile you
without a warning to beware.
swarthing dusk will never find you-
leaving you, but don't despair.

[ Listen to "diminutive".rm from eXcursions]  (courtesy of Red Moon Records)

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<===_in [b]:e_twee.n ===>

in the middle of the night-
the storm gives thunder & there's no light.
as a fire's flame that can depart,
the rain surrounding you (& drowning you).

the air is thick & yellowing,
and i wait...
although i'm not sure what for.

when will it be & how?
and why not now?
tell me.
tell me now,
tell me how.

12 days of dreaming
and i wonder why...
the sky seems so different now?
nothing is as it once was & nothing else to show you how.

until i don't know what's right.

[ no sound clip available; inbetween appears on eXcursions ]

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<===_flame [L]:icker ===>

the day will come at the time of the tide,
the day of the earth is at hand.

(in 3797, Nostradamus predicted that
the earth will be incinerated in a collision
with the sun - but not to worry; the
earth will have long since been dead &
uninhabited...)

we will exist no more
and there will be no more
fighting/reconciling;
no more hating/no more smiling.

intertwining fantasy & reality,
rethinking innocence & virtuality...still searching.

what a nightmare~
you want to burn it, singe it away
and all you can say is "fast flight away from here" - my dear.

absolutely, it's perfect-
all ruined & tempting the way that it fits.
(fixed thighs, new tits - it doesn't hurt a bit...
"the scars are healing," she said.)

goddamn, what do you think that i am?
a machine or a man?

anything for you.
just because you told me to

you tell me just to lick the flame
and it will go away,
but my skin is dry & the wind is high,
and here i think the flame is winning...

it's winning, it's winning: my eyes have melted & my skin is dripping.

witches burn.
christians burn.
you are the joker.
ride down, you will feel the flame
torching & scorching all your cries in vain.

the sun is staring into my eyes.
how will i survive, how can i?

[ Listen to "flamelicker".rm from eXcursions]  (courtesy of Red Moon Records) 

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<===_whi [te]:moon_turns_red ===>

restore/entice/refine.
(yet undefined.)
tangle/sink/twist/confine.
(yet undefined.)
violated/volatile.
(yet all the while.)

unspeakable/untouched.
glazed in brightness so broken it misses;
in return it omits the omission.

lustrous, slick blistering
interpretations.
it's meaningless...
it's meaningless.

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<===_lost [highw]:ay_re:visit_ed ===>

i can taste you
i can see you
i can tell you
and i don't want to
(what am i? this is the first part of the riddle)

taste this,
touch that
please don't retract.
don't ever give it back.

bright/bright headlights
clouds screaming/whispering
burning/turning.

it hurts but it doesn't bleed,
it bleeds but there's no cut.
it hurts but it doesn't sting much.

it sees though it has no eyes,
it feels though it has no pain
and tries, but it can't explain...
(what is it? the riddle repeats infinitely...)

[ Listen to "lost highway revisited".rm from eXcursions]  (courtesy of Red Moon Records)

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<===_t [r]:an_sitio(n) ===>

the wind is about to sting,
can you feel it moving in?
can you fix my thoughts,
my obsessions?
you know it's been a cold, cruel world.
disasters & the sun-
can you become undone? 
often it seems that there is no control
for another one.

we have weapons & disasters,
disappointment & delay.
we may not have tomorrow,
but we did have yesterday.

so you say that there's not another way
to outshine the dawning of another useless day.
yet, the moon is new today,
and somehow it seems true...

a million shades of blue & broken vision
this time are staying so far away.
we may not have tomorrow
but we did have yesterday.

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<===_in [cin]:e_rate ===>

chemical process of perception
begins to light the fire.
butterfly burning
bright/bright blinding.
turning white hot
beyond the burn of red.
the end of that metal stick
is melting diamonds <>
into its head.

cauterized & destroyed,
it can no longer fly.
(the dark shark hunter has left her here, defenselessly, to die)

as the night falls, the moon lies not far above
a woman submerged underwater for 7 days...
she can give no love.
the water blankets her in a saturated place,
away from comfort, away from time,
she is hidden.
the water distorting her face.

so tell me again
the story of creation.
where did things go wrong?
where did things go wrong?

[ Listen to "incinerate".mp3 - unreleased B-Side]

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<===_ch [a]:mb-er ===>

time is free.
but you can't have all you want.
...so peacefully.  tormented.  and dirty.

time.
like a knock on the door.
no one's home.
no one's answering.
and there's no explanation.

you fell inbetween.
flat on your face.
crashing out of your mind
straight into disgrace.

jet engines crashing & burning & turning into life.

[ no sound clip available; chamber is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_bl [eeding]:with-in ===>

floating up under clear iced water...
she said "inside is the flame & the sky"

looking up...the water is dry.
into the within, you cannot deny.

it is urgent, you cannot wait
if you do, it might be too late...

Bled dry & now to the air
Bled out & already bleeding
Starved & already feeding
Release & find me there;
into the air...

[ no sound clip available; bleeding within  is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_l [ip]:stick ===>

Her eyes were nests of dragonflies
& her lips grew dandelions & thistles. 

the way she was found, all gagged and bound-
inscriptions in red drawn on the salvaged pieces of her body.

they were warnings from her taker...

words inscribed with lipstick;
a sultry shade of red;
while the rest of her mutilated parts
were planted into a flower bed.

they called her 'Lipstick' instead of Jane Doe;
she wore rubies on her fingers & diamonds on her toes.

And so to quiet, leaves all tied together in a chain,
blanketing her lips; deadnettle grew into her face.

a force so strong, she could not defy it.

Her visions were fluttering moths-
you could see the larvae in her eyes;
and her borrowed glittering lips were sewn shut,
but it--- was no disguise...

the endlesness of her eyes was like
boughenvillia vine.  as it wrapped
around her lips, and fell down touching her rose petal fingertips.

Her hair was a trap of brambles & stone;
her eyelids were the soft acidic earth...

her fluttering, forsaken eyelashes were
the sharpened thorns of ungranted wishes...

Her skin was soft as sand and rocks,
it was cold and stiff when they found her.

yet her eyes still seemed to glisten in the sun;
like the sparkle of sunlight on broken glass,
that's never given up.

the dimensions of her mind -a stormy turbulent ride.

There were orchids in her eyes...
They found nightshade, to my surprise.

here lies Lipstick, unalive.

[ no sound clip available; lipstick is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_s [c]:ab ===>

closing-mouth's-
infusion/intrusion.
encryption-muted-while-
encryption-purified.
deconstructionist-
scarred-face/hands/lips.
internal-grew-outside-in.

(inclined-to-believe)
embalmed-within-dissolving-skin
(reciprocated/inseperated)
(melted-forever(amen motherfucker))
(erupted/misshapen.fragmented)

unsaturated-calibration, examined-
putrified.
into-desire&wet
into-pleasure&pain
abrasion-implied-infiltration-undone.

deception; conception;
defense-beguiled/
betrayed; compiled.

flame-against-skin-against-constellation.
a-body-found-in-a-burning-house
what-is-it-supposed-to-feel-like?...

[ no sound clip available; scab is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_repression [remembrance & :forgetting] ===>

What is forgotten?
What is meaningless?
it is both the tormented & tormentor intertwined
into the same.

Up above, can you hear it?
(the demon screams silently)

Down below, can you feel it?
(the encircling tempest inflates the hollow trees)

-----------------------------------------

Hearth side fires ~ as they burn,
discharge the melted snow.
(d-d-d-dessicant is sucking the life out of
my speech & i do scream).

It is cold when you are here
and even colder when you're nearer still.

Submissively, the thought cries hollow,
and even emptier when it hears.
Swallow~swallow back the tears.

Choke/choke.  let it steal.

[ no sound clip available; repression; remembrance; and forgetting is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_f [et]:ish ===>

fluid dripped from body
to the ground beneath...

this is the day after;
blood dripping;  stained; pouring.

it came without warning,
they had suspicion.
(death by elevator crash)
i did not know i was dead...

death by ice pick
death by storm
death by car crash

it came without warning;
i did not know i was dead...

then in my dream,
i came upon
a large piece of
forgotten meat;

when it was prodded;
broke apart & released
a fragrance that was unforgettable.

the meat is my body.
everyday dying more slowly.
the meat is your body also.

[ no sound clip available; fetish is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_e [yes]:open ===>

tempestuous; slith(er)ing -down
Conv~er.gence; fusi[o]n; d*i*stress.
divul~ging.

Unre-s{p}onsi/ve; gle<a>m[i'ng; tor*%t==ur.e
a:f:::lic;ti!v!/e

I/mag-i^n/a...r{y} tormE,n,*t
go ~a>waY (cru)el.ty.

t@s^t,e./l#ss.
flaV>^rl"e|ss

te</m>p.t.at~ion/t_emp^%ted.
go-O(n.t) as_te h+r bit*ter.
non|descr^i~pt te.m..p.t_ress; un(E) nticed.
.s/in; o/*ffen_se; d`is:ob/=ed     ience.

Please/please...scrape my skin.
Bleeding.enchanted from within.

Cautious, eagerly.
Time disrobes in disarray...
Timelesness, please go away.

[ no sound clip available; eyes open is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_un [pretty]:seductress ===>

can you tell me how it felt,
her scurvy lips wrapped around the end of your belt.
and is it true that her metal sockets glistened through 
the clear of her eyes?

her soul is sending itself far away from my surprise.

and may she never come near me,
or she will find me kneeling..
whispering the thoughts that keep her from healing.

[ no sound clip available; unpretty seductress is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<== (when the) water in the vase (evaporates) ===>

its mouth became a semi-automatic weapon,
profanities poured from it in shapes like piercing bullets & snowflakes.
all of those things that were shattered inside of you.
all of those smiles too good to be true.

it's always raining down here, you'll find,
until your dreams get wet & soaked.
unfixably broken you'll find,
the punchline was always the unfinished joke.

storm clouds rise above like some heavy unexplained desire.
lightning flashes, obscenity flashes an obsession...like g*lden sh*wers.

a flower given in reverse, i must decline.
stripped of its leaves & its thorns is destined to wait here,
until the end of time.

like an hour glass keeping the rest of its days
in an unwritten journal,
it's life is going to waste - and the sand keeps dripping
without haste; until the last of time, crossing into the eternal.

stripped of its roots, stripped of the sun.
like an embryo-seedling hung on the wall, before it's life has begun.
the torn life taken is about to fall...

wither/fade into the grey.
when its body is soft, it's taken away.
where all of the unwanted goes,
in forgotteness, where no one else knows.

when the water in the vase evaporates...
it is all too late.

[ no sound clip available; water in the vase is an unreleased B-Side ]

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<===_sh [rie]:k ===>

as you take the flowers from their roots;
tearing their stems, they begin to count the minutes left-
can't you hear them scream?

asserting themselves were
demons in the faces of clouds.

can't you hear them...scream?

pavement, stone
earth & artificial sky...the pieces of truth inbetween your lies.

have we all been wrong?...
picking little roses...can't you hear them scream...

[ Listen to "shriek" .mp3 from the vault ] (courtesy of Red Moon Records)

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<===_all [those]:th_ings ===>

all those things
Q:
the clock strikes two
in an unquiet place.
do you know where you are?

A:
you're in a different place.

there is no lock & there is no door-
there's no going back anymore.

<---all of those things--->  </all>


as the body succumbs to immolation:
remember sacrifice's obligation- (can you hear the make-believe angels scream?)
"neither reveal nor confiscate the creation,"
i recall it was written...

death is  designer  & god is digital now, our genetic online database;
the mad scientist is controlling us; telling us what we feel & taste.

stupid fucking goddamned [a[pfj q'[vpoj valkvjpf 0qih;lakjfa;ld..........whore.
fuck you eve...and all of the evil you have conceived.
there is a special place in hell for you - there is a special place there for me too.

<all="of_those_ g*ddamned_m*therfucking_things"> all those things </all>

[ Listen to "all those things" .mp3 from the vault ] (courtesy of Red Moon Records)
[ Watch the video ]

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<===_in [d]:o_ci [l] e ===>

the sky is falling all around me
pieces of her everywhere.
she's playing with her own delusion.
excess, obsession.

~she's indocile...........~

virgin, voyeur/complex bitch.
she's dreaming of the things she'll take.
what will be her excuse this time
after you cannot escape?

she's dreaming/scheming
of the time
she's going to take
to satisfy her mind.
nothing-less-than-all-you've-got
will do,
she's the one who takes it all-from-you.

[ Listen to "indocile" .mp3 from the vault ] (courtesy of Red Moon Records)
 

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<===_di [ss:o_l] ve ===>

sometimes
when things are fading grey
and you want to turn the page
to a bright & shining day.
and you don't
so we fade away...

it's only skin,
these eyes
this decomposing box that we are living in.

if you don't want this,
i can make it dissappear.

and if you can't find me,
try looking in the shadows.

> will you lick my wounded hand?
> lick it deep
> until it bleeds?

why would i care.
why should i?
it doesn't matter
when you've fallen into shadows.

nothing do
no, nothing could do.
nothing which you and i 
are accustomed to accomplish to.

drink this blood,
this life,
this flood.

we convince ourselves
that there's so much more,
but there's really nothing.
just an open door.

> it's only skin.
> we've died,
> and then we begin again.

(the worms begin to feast on their last meal-
the meal of my skin.  and when i die they die
with me inside this sealed-up wooden boX of
eternity; just me in a box with worms to feed).

when your eyes grow closed
they wheel you in.

shhhh.....
(be quiet, be still.
if you're silent, i won't tell.)

[ Listen to "dissolve" .mp3 from the vault ] (courtesy of Red Moon Records)
 

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<===_ceme [ta:r_y] sirens ===>

below the dirt, the grass & mud,
i can hear you hissing incantations.
take my soul, my skin, my blood.

What once was a quiet place
is now a garden of unrest.
i have unblessed
a sacred place.

in blessed & broken still-form
the glass man lies shattered; fingers longer than before.

(taking pictures in my mind to keep; these images won't let me sleep.)

their broken & delicate skinless remains
call out from their eternity;
six feet beneath - these voices without sound.

they keep calling...

"thy will be done. on earth as it is in heaven."

when the wind peels away the dead sky,
you can hear the stillness of the broken trees.

i don't answer, i refuse. in still-form, you can't have me.
my ashes will scatter across the earth, water & sky;
fingers longer than before. you cannot have me when i die.

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<=== piss garden ===>

try as you may
you will not conquer me.

for my strength i will bleed-you-down-onto-your-knees
(how does it feel)

for my strength
i will bleed
you give it to me

if you think my soul will be free
then make me bleed.
if you think my skin is all you need
then make me scream.
if all you need is a jack into my eyes
then you can leave.

you will not conquer me
no you will not conquer me.
you can't make me bleed
i can feel the flame-
torching & scorching all these cries in vain.

disfigure; twist; deform.
dismal; defect; scorn.
you are dissolving;
becoming;
against what you've been warned.

d-d-d-dessicant suck/sucking
the life
from my speech & i do scream
but i cannot replace the
space you take from the inside
i have built my walls, this new fortress
and guard it every day.
it is an empty place.
full of sadness
and mourning;
it is a temple,
and inside my burial shroud
is on display.
it is the only evidence left
that i once existed.

you will not conquer me;
inside this cocoon
new life is just beginning.

i will not bleed for you, scream for you.
i'll make you plead
make you bleed
you'll wish you'd left here while you had the chance to leave.

try as you may
i will not bleed for you
i will not try
i will not look into your eyes
try as you may

i'll measure you
displeasure you
until you beg for it to stop

you could never like the pain as much as i do.

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<=== escape ===>

i crawl underwater.
to escape the tidal wave.
(but the tide holds me under;
and i cannot escape)

i crawl underneath
the sweet sweet earth
to my open grave.
(but the earth falls in on me;
is this the way it's going to end?)

sometimes in the dark
my mind plays tricks on me
and i'm blinded by
the things i cannot see
is this real
or is it just
a dream...

        this can't be happening:

i will lie
underneath the same ground
that time will desecrate.
time is quick
& will not wait for you.
 

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<=== gabrielle ===>

i went back to find
all the things that i left behind.

those things those memories
that i left behind.

who are you and what have you done?

in my mind there is a landscape
& the thoughts begin to cultivate
as a vineyard that grows inbetween space and time...

the ants have ravaged those grapes in my mind
crashing/burning/turning into life.

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<=== bloodline ===>

all energies have drained
the sun is lighting on empty.
everything is on empty -
levels low & dimming.

my bloodline is running thin
and out of control

although this ominous glow
pulls me in - draws me into it

it defleshes me at its entrance
i'm naked, skinless.

the red is pretty though
my bloodline is lost
and quickly escaping

sometimes i feel as if
i've propelled it
i wonder if i can escape it

it's only time
it's only time

my skinlessness has turned to
its next step and this is where i collapse
and nature takes its next breath,
it's not about me
it's not about me
(this world is not about me.)

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<=== colorlessness visage ===>

insurrection/disturbance

Violent sapphire
uncontrollable/incandescent
deepsubversive blue

defiant insurrection;
violent condition;

changing/turning
into you

time coersively fluctuates
minutes seem like days...
goddamn relativity

vacillating indefinitely;

takes out all parts
bruised & untrue.

crystals bleed
extinguishing hues
all resistance
turning into altered shapes & forms;
malign & deformed.

water is saturating midnight
burns incomplete;

pestilent & blue.
the same that is burning your skin
it has entered from within;
and deepsubversive
salacious blue
changing/turning into you.

misused & mutilated
abused & obliterated.
contortion;
mutilation
perversion:atrocity:disgrace:fragmented.
transgression violation.

Detachment is neither kind nor unkind

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<=== goddess convocation ===>

this severity of it..
the earth will cave into herself.
she is a lovely girl
speaks inside herself;
nurtures us all.

she will swallow it whole
she swallows without flinching
and she will swallow all of yours.
she is with us together.

the severity of it
i will lay down
your little lamb
your sacrifice.
Please - blind my own sight.

(lay down like a good good girl & die
lay down & i'll lie next to you
sleep now - nothing can hurt you
and every once in a while i'll visit you
in the cold cold ground)

goddess of the earth
show me the way
give me a sign
light us on our way...

show your face
into the light
give me your eyes
so that i may have your sight.

the severity of it
guides me on my way
the severity of it
teaches me to wait.

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<=== implications ===>

try to turn my back but there-are-always-more
images to run from.
i've run until i lost my breath
i think i've reached the sun.

so i don't hold you accountable
i just continue to run & hide.
i know it's not the best way
but if you want, you can come & find me.

i am a woman now;
i am complete.
i don't hold you accountable
i just continue to run.
i've run so long i've lost my breath. i think i've reached the sun.
you haven't killed my love.

the thorns beneath my skin that you have given me cannot be removed.
they lie there dormant like a dying storm that has long since passed through,
but i can still see you...

 

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<=== the logos ===>

falling over
falling under

head beneath the water
swim to it
underneath
now above
(father, you haven't killed my love)

head is swimming
sky screams out loud
what is it saying
you said
you pleaded, you begged.

get up
you can't breathe underwater
too bad you can't swim
too bad you never learned how.
don't look up now
close your eyes
swallow it all
goodbye.

all your impurities
washed away in the cold salt water
out there
the fish are having dinner
i was invited
but something came up.


look how good the water has been to you.
ride
the one-way ticket train
that's bound to arrive sometime

she's got a hole in her head
the size you wouldn't believe
i cured her disease.
 

 

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<=== into the grey room ===>

up from the ground it comes
breaking the silent ones
rusted/overthrown
do you see it now?

can you see it now
filthy, it's perfect
things that don't exist
questions never asked

how does it feel
to be on your own?
so high & so low
keep it up
and you will find
happiness is a lie...

into the new room
trying to find a door
looking for a window
no help anymore
still i search to find a way
into reality

once it comes it never goes
once it's here it always knows
the way inside my head.
 

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<=== iscodelle ===>

if the night sky is very dark
and the air is very clear
then you can see...
at the center of the universe
lies a diffuse band of light

iscodelle

every day in/day out...

 

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<=== shadow book ===>

into the center of.... the silent golden dawn.
it's the middle of nowhere
guided by the haunting silence of here.
i can still see the reflection of the crystal chandeliers
from years ago.

we're finally there.

the small backyard that used to seem
to reach beyond the stars...

can you release with us to become invisible?

drill the hole to kill the ego, feed the id
pain enthusiast.
give in/cave in/lick it
you would.

you'd better watch out what you wish for

go toward the light
toward anything - you would.
and i can see the cycles of the moon
changing tonight - can you?
the moon turns full
yet we turn
tarnished & faint.

come closer, insignificance
i want to tell you where i've been
i've been watching you.

the way things are things are
the way they were
and the way that i dream...

can you see
the dark clouds..
encircled by dimmed stars
once-blue; now altered
"how i wonder how you are..."


i wonder when
the sky will fall in..
velocity reverses
betrays gravity..


how can you fix it now?
the sky is burning, falling down;


the kings & queens have all been crowned
and they all stagger,
falling down

how much longer ....

the rain surrounds
how much longer
can it go on

i wander through the night
i'm afraid of what i might find-

 

 

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<=== the conjuring ===>

i'm not afraid of you
you're just doing what-you-do
in the name of god-and-all-his-saints
her dead smile is the color with which you paint

12feet deep in flames
those undying things
hands tied in chains
12feet beneath it all...

and in the back of my mind
moon lies restless in the sky
lies hypnotized by the tides
on a charred - misaligned - blistering night.

if you want you can come-and-find-me.

 

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<=== ritual ===>

 

you put me in an ocean
i'm not ready to drown yet
i'm not ready to dissappear.
in an ocean, i am alone

i'm drowning in an ocean...

swallow it all
goodbye.

all your impurities
washed away in the cold salt water
out there
the fish are having dinner
i was invited
but something came up.


look how good the water has been to you.
your body is round
your skin is slipping
& your hands are blue.
as you float toward the middle of nothing
into the ocean we're in.

 

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<=== uncomplicated ===>

 

delicate glacial forbidden existence
distant hostile inclinations
erupted emulsion slithering down
face--- then neck---
then to the ground.

congealing into fragmentalized
pieces of film
in sunlight
transparent
drying into uncomplicated matter

indifference ruptures
hours transpire
to cease
to diminish.
to come.

it detonates
shatters into fragments
disintegrates
compelled into the light
of a thousand fractures of dissolving phosphorescence

neutralize/wither, worsen
deliquesce
diffuse/obliterate
luscious
desirable
fabrication of illusion
misapprehension/delusion
fantasize
opalescent desolate sky
vesicle / scorn
disenchanted; estranged
lustrous miscreation
transubstantiate; recalibrate
transmute, go on, coalesce it
occupy my thoughts

converged conversion
of molding and wet
this isocronism we're in.

evaporate; dissipating
unrefined; debilitating
intersperse; elapsing
ascertain the nonexistent
nature of it
estimate the remainder of it.
 

 

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<=== the wickerman ===>

consciousness pushes back
you can't take it - no you can't
give me my memories back

the dark hole is replaced by actions
in the thirteenth hour
we will be as witches, burned
and cursed for being
the unholy & unclean

chanting incantations
with stones & fire essences
calling energies & spirits of the earth
and the unearthly

christians burn
witches burn

you are the joker
ride down
you will feel the flame
feel the flame
torching & scorching
all your cries in vain.

renounce
disclaim
deny...

around a ring of three
it will come to pass
chanting incantations
give my soul my skin my blood
and the blood of the earth and sky
i give
the blood of you and i.

 

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(lyrics written by kris swenson)