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"A working class hero is something to be..." [07 Dec 2007|09:12am]
early, since i'll be in new york tomorrow.

when all of your idols are dead

and sold

you start to wonder

at what point you should stop imitating them.

John Winston LennonCollapse )
9 October 1940 - 8 December 1980

Love, peace, light.
I'll miss you always.
(13) - scream thy last scream

[11 Oct 2007|11:07am]

post anything anonymously. about me, about you, about anything. post once or many times. comment on comments. a secret or a non-secret, a confession or a statement. anything.

ip logging is off.
(94) - scream thy last scream

"History to the bone, memory to the marrow..." [13 Aug 2007|10:19am]
I haven't done this in a while.
Haven't been able, to be honest.
Anyway, here's something different.

We all learned something from Hansel and Gretel; namely, bread crumbs are an excellent excuse not to return...Collapse )
(16) - scream thy last scream

"Do you ever get tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives forever..." [16 Jul 2007|11:01am]
you look so desperately sad, he said.

you ought to be doing something more with your life, he said.

so he took my hand

and led me

into traffic
(11) - scream thy last scream

"Won't you miss me? Wouldn't you miss me at all...?" [09 Jul 2007|10:24am]
Beautiful until the end.

Roger Keith "Syd" Barrett. 6 January 1946 – 7 July 2006

I'll spare the histrionics, but yes I do miss you. Very much so.
(17) - scream thy last scream

"The whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling, the balconies pass but you don't even see them..." [21 Dec 2006|12:12pm]
A remarkably short piece I just finished about the moments leading up to execution.

Something of an experiment in, uh...not being so fucking wordy.

The Consequence of Headlines.Collapse )
(15) - scream thy last scream

"Among the bones of cormorants..." [30 Nov 2006|03:37pm]
At the request of eriss, here's the latest.

The Drug Opera.Collapse )
(8) - scream thy last scream

"Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol..." [07 Nov 2006|04:13pm]
"Despite being garroted by rot, he reached in to forage without hesitation, all guitar string nerves and open eyes. He looked up to the stars as he dug, made silent oaths to Hindi idols, begged Roman gods to send signs from their planetary thrones."

City Bus in C Minor, the ninth movement.Collapse )
(4) - scream thy last scream

"While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds..." [27 Oct 2006|11:33am]
-A meme that I can get behind on a creative and spontaneous level.

Write something for me. Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal.-

To and for but not about bitterbert:

Ask the boy about his disfigured youth.

About which direction the wind was blowing the day his nonage ended,

unaware of the arachnid sac that had fallen into his picnic lunch.

He birthed infant spiders from his nostrils, from his mouth;

eight thousand translucent legs hinging over his jutting lower lip,

stroking salt water rivers carved into ruddy cheeks.

Eight thousand obsidian spherules blinded by panicked shrieks,

flaccid fangs yawning wide to hiss an answer.

Limpid, laughing cephalothoraxes bound his head in diaphanous silk,

they took first flight and left a legacy of somniloquy, of gulping affliction,

of classified truths shouted in his sleep.

Ask about gasping awake with his face etched by symmetry,

nails plugged with sweat-salt skin,

eight thousand red platelets staining his pillow.

(12) - scream thy last scream

"Call up the thirty winds 'til your persian rug flies..." [15 Sep 2006|02:52pm]
Sadie, with her steering wheel necklace and a gleaming tiara of shattered windshield gilding her brow. Prudence, grinning wildly with a seatbelt pageant-sash burned into her chest and shards of glass where her teeth should be.

City Bus in C Minor, the sixth movement.Collapse )
(7) - scream thy last scream

"Like a cheap hotel sign..." [30 Aug 2006|11:09am]
I'm raw, prone, compelled.

Jack rose from the warm-chocolate-fresh-corpse sofa and began to pace the office, leaving trails of clacking aural sunshine in his wake...

City Bus in C Minor, the fifth movement.Collapse )
(6) - scream thy last scream

"You comb your hair to hide your lying eyes..." [18 Aug 2006|01:55pm]
Sensing her discomfort in the silence that followed his confession, he let go of her and turned his attention gracelessly to the terra cotta ruins surrounding her seated figure. "Where the fuck’s my wedding ring?"

City Bus in C Minor, the fourth movement.Collapse )
(6) - scream thy last scream

"Strange, melancholy high..." [16 Aug 2006|03:01pm]
Jack imagined he could read in her emerald gaze a longing for highway and the hypnotic animation of telephone wires dipping and weaving through finger printed glass at sixty miles per hour.

City Bus in C Minor, the third movement.Collapse )
(11) - scream thy last scream

"In derelict sidings the poppies entwine..." [03 Aug 2006|03:35pm]
He could hear the entire congregation’s attention turning toward him at once with the sharp synchronicity of gestapo boots.

City Bus in C Minor, the second movement.Collapse )
(12) - scream thy last scream

"I like the cord around sinew..." [25 Jul 2006|12:20pm]
With clumsy digits, she took hold of one of his fresh shots and slid it towards herself. It was his cherished Prudence and she was sloshing over the rim with profound insouciance.

City Bus in C Minor, the first movement.Collapse )
(22) - scream thy last scream

"My head kissed the ground, I was half the way down, treading the sand..." [11 Jul 2006|10:17am]
Syd Barrett dead at 60.

I honestly don't have it in me to ruminate very deeply over this right now. This man meant a lot to me. I really idolized, respected and loved him, as much as you can love someone you've never met.

He was tragic and he was brilliant. Just supernally beautiful and with such a resplendent imagination. I'm so very sad right now.

I hope you are finally at peace, Syd.

You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for far away laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
(26) - scream thy last scream

"The automatist's undoing, the whole world starts unscrewing..." [26 Jun 2006|02:15pm]
He’d pillage their dry, dead throats and ravish whatever brand new orifices a particularly tragic death bequeathed unto him. He'd fuck them into a second death before laboriously restoring them to waxen perfection. He knew he was monstrous, but he was too ashamed to seek help.

Evert liked to pretend that his mother was somehow exempt from this.

Swallows.Collapse )
(6) - scream thy last scream

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