OP’s Theme Song of the Day

  The world is a vampire, sent to drain Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames And what do I get, for my pain? Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game Even though I know, I suppose I’ll show All my cool and cold, like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Now … Continue reading OP’s Theme Song of the Day

13th

as the 13th chime rings, antecedents of hollow born shoulder splayed out in macabre embryo blazar-eyed lizard skin specter bust from the lining of holy books paladin of the yolk must bring father watch farther from the otherside where doth our existence expand to? nowherespace, nowhereman nothingsface, nothingshand nowherechild born in nothingsland space, space, space there is no time/place/locale/world/position/dimension not entangled by nothings trace trust us girl, there’s nothing to fear….     Continue reading 13th

Solutions in Eternity

it was a series of numbers Roman numerals in random patterns perplexing arithmetics the solutions for everything God’s language of creation If only I could deduce and compute the meanings I would be alive again I spent aeons, countless lives running through the possibilities only to come to the conclusion we’re all, always only left with meaningless numbers, X’s and I’s and queries unsolved Continue reading Solutions in Eternity

lines of discomfort

The second son of Mr. NoOne trapped birdsong cages engaged in misery for sport binaural exposition on loss of sleep and quantum forces Mt. Musgrave and the Tasman Seas aboriginal this place, an emotion of ugly nonchalance not New Zealand, just the times unborn crimes bind aspirations falter on the lips of winter swipe three times and wish for home succumb to the pharmaceutical revolution eschew the common courtesies important calamities are self-centered predators at home in the houses of the holy mediate the trauma of darkness one, two, three, mark. zero, one, zero step to the rhythm discordant one … Continue reading lines of discomfort