Mind of a brutal Warlock

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Monday, December 24, 2007

Deep Impact and its lessons.

The dog food lid, slid back, the twisted metal edge, cut a mouth into the side of my pale, angsty finger.It had been so long since I had cut a finger or even my hand, never on purpose but usually more frequently due to more activity with sharp utensils, that it was quite shocking to see the lid... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 23, 2007

I can't believe you actually picked me...

Cause waking up next to you and feeling you touch me and kiss my face and making your coffee and feeding our pets and aching under your kiss goodbye and watching your hem swirl as you go falling all over myself watching you thru the window and waiting for you to come home and fussing and fighting... Sign in to see full entry.

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Left, right, OTHER left.

I used to know a woman named Nancy. She lived down the street from us, in a lovely, quaint, everything-a -New-England-house should be house.It was ship-like, had bay windows, stained glass, and filled with myriad cats and one husband. I would see her coming up the road with her small metal shopping... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Noblivion.

(Note: I wrote this after watching a middle-aged couple arguing in front of a Target store.I tried to jump into the essence of the argument itself and it's more symbolic dynamic.Please let me know your theories on similar matters?Thanks and enjoy. ) We rely on God for truth and revenge. Three things... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 21, 2007

Smoke and Mirrors.

de·range (d -r nj ) tr.v. de·ranged, de·rang·ing, de·rang·es 1. To disturb the order or arrangement of. 2. To upset the normal condition or functioning of. 3. To disturb mentally; make insane. well what the hell did you think you'd see when you held your monster mirror up to me were you hoping to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

Headbirth.

The poem doth approach across the landscape of snow in an armageddon shoe marring the whole surface below like wheels and hooves and magistrates do The poem knocks shoves breaks down the mansion doors stowing my sleeping senses I am vicomte, it is bastille now peasant-poet-clown with broken seal pen... Sign in to see full entry.

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Snake-Charmer.

I dance with my shoulders ankles knocking in cracked cowboy booted reverie forelock and cigarette employing devil-may-care gravity I squint with one eye the other blue gas jet mesmerizing those who tarry who disbelieve at first those who don't take into consideration the too comfortable mix of flea... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I had a dream last night, coz she looked just like a dream...

I dreamed last night of a large round pool, of dark water like a scrying mirror, surrounded by a wall of a slate like stone. People sat casually at it's edge. Airplanes were reflected upon it's surface, but only the planes that never made it to where they were going.The planes would crash wherever,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Me hear good. Ayuh.

Me: "What..where?" Claire: "Where...what?" Me: "Whatever you saw that looked like a reindeer...coz I'm sure it must've been a huge dog or something.I mean, I can't explain away any antlers or..." Claire: "--I said, it looks like it rained here." Me. "Ohhhh." Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Hiccoughs.

I have my favourite jacket on today. A black velvet deal, with deep purple and crimson paisley overlay. Flared sleeves. In my left pocket a have a roll of wild cherry life savers, (half gone but not forgotten) and a tiny plastic cocktail devil. I don't drink I just collect little errant cocktail... Sign in to see full entry.

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