April 16, 2010

  • fuck ophelia. fuck phryne.

     

    into circles
    music sound
    again
    again
    i'll show you this
    because anything can be a drug.

    no regard
    meter, measure, moment
    for working memory
    to a dress up on the wall
    with prosetry
    and petals
    toward wings against round wire.

    bruised all ways
    now and then and when
    too.
    SUSPISION poison dripping
    from no vessel born any thing of me
    then seeping.....

    the beats are too LOUSY with speed
    to motion
    i cannot
    will not
    calm them.

    'do you believe wonderful things are waiting in the shadows to start happening?'
    'i would believe what you believe if you'd only stop believing in me.'
    'if it's such a miracle then
    i'm starting over again'

    I AM THE GOD IN YOUR UNIVERSE.