網誌
2006年7月25日 下午11點05分30秒Eulogy For the Sensible Man
The sensible individual is dead. I wish him well on journies I cannot fathom.
We are all beasts of burden, carrying one another into chaotic jumble. Neglecting to sort through or mend. Blinder's up and bandages across open wounds, we march on forever. One of us stops to think and is crushed or edged back into motion by grand marching momentum.
Step in line, stay in time and forget that we don't have a clue where we are going.
2006年7月25日 上午12點54分14秒The Dawn
Wonderful little Phoenix-girl you are a reflection of polaris as the heavens pivot about you and I sway as spinning axis and unfathomable distance so bewilders. Despite such distance between us I feel, I see the direct line of connection. Here I lie on my back eyes skyward waiting for black dome and polaris to descend and crush us both together.
However, night skies, star and little Phoenix-girl alike, begin drifting off as Dawn is on it's way. So harsh sunlight eclipses this wonderment for night, polaris and you. I beg sun and orange skies return from where they came I cry out, I rage, I curse them thoughout my solitary days: "Descend back into slumber obscenely harsh Dawn!" Thief that it be I hold my ground: "On your exit beckon for my little Phoenix-girl and counterpart, Your luminous truth has sufficiently proven to me that I am Isolated, unloved, and alone". Bring about my change please, Dawn. Cease to remind me that I want what I cannot touch.
2006年7月25日 上午12點26分04秒Great Thinkers, I commend you!
I am by no means on par with great philosopher's of ancient days. I do invest so much of myself: time, vast quanities of energy, and simple sacrifice of normality. But before I can piece together, what I believe I do know, I must quiet the multitude of crying vices within. I must satiate my physical vessel in order to maintain uninterrupted complex thoughts. Otherwise, they be unthought, as sleep may overtake me, hunger may strike, or the great confusion flesh and the female form descends and smothers upon me. Halfway to luminousity I tend to develop a confusion and overwhelming need to mate, why that is I cannot say for certain (but you know I've come up with something on the verge of convincing). So, to excess with it all! Alcohol, meats, sweets, flesh for the eyes to see and flesh for the hands to touch. Cigars, sunlight, fresh air and open sky, fragrance of vegetation, clean and pleasing attire; a look, or a glance, a smile, a compliment, and more flesh for the eyes and more flesh to touch. Despite this sinuous frame of a vessel, I am a behemoth. Now satiated - or rather full to where there is room for no more. For a brief moment, only after so much decedance, does vicious and turbulent screams of craving become dull whispers. I may then organize my mind, empty the complex strands now straightened out at their fullest acheiveable lengths - as best they come, and begin again. As by such time my body cries out for more! More!! MORE!!! . . .and I must do its bidding. The only alternative would be to deny such pleasures/indulgences and strain to think over a batillion wave of starving cries: Oh! How that would be doubley an agony!