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movements on the ground, between the first and second rings. they walk the through the words and mournfully cry out to their fallen gods in hope that the weirwood will take up their call. but the wolves hunt no more.
i am deafened, i am cast away and left to rot in my own cell. abiding my music, and to the lost hallowness of my tears i can only cry and hope for the return of silence. and the santicity i feel has fled once more, and you were felt where feeling was held up beneath the stars.
on the third ring they say a shelve exists. upon this shelve sits the greatest stallion of the five worlds, and there we must go if we wish for peace. the horse lusts for human flesh, and peace comes only in our death.
flux and metamorphosis pressed upon my eyes by the reality that there is no truth, no divine hand at play. flux and metamorphosis eating away at my soul and leaving me a crust, a crumb of what i once was.
yet i am creative, so the flux, the king of everything, allows me to exist, albiet never in the same form. yesterday you saw me a child climbing between the rafters, today i am a rafter trying to brave the rapids where the sand river becomes rough and blood flows from the rocks, where too many have died before.
nature doesn't care. and i'd rather be content in my state of constant discontent, thrown again and again against the rock of the bluff protecting the worldly paradise where those who are the last stand in their decadant light, then be among those of the fading stars.
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Cheers from the grandstands
follow the geometric idiosyncracies,
Reality does in fact bite,
large mouthfuls gnawed upon.
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I feel its teeth,
I stand here,
I stand on the ledge,
Peering into the abyss,
Thinking to myself,
That I should call out and say,
"Hello Tiamat, it's been a while, eh?"
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(language!)
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la la la
ta ta tum la la
la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
fnargle
nyak
pyank
oh brother,
art
arty dreaming
like lucid streams of sunlight screaming
just because it rhymes,
doesnt make it good
good god.
l al allalalalalalalla
allah
oh allah
you got some vaccuming to do buddy
all the crumbs have fallen down the side of the table
and onto the Devine Carpet
eah of the gods
keeps a car as a pet
and they pet it
and groom it
[ahems]
i wish to marry this car
but it cant reach the fireplace to smash the glass
little_bird_smashing_against_the_glass
little cat feeding upon the grass
herk
hic
hrung
horrrrrrrrr
splat.
hairball.
cat_logic
sab_logic
logic and algorrthums
al gore uses the rythum method
and look where it got him.
a ryth of thumb is
Watch the Hammer
and_im_all_good_with_that
[and bows]
alas poor hamlet
he never saw the train
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