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 | negative dialecticBy » eatingownbrain on Wed Jul 21, 20101 Comment | i realize i have to step back. no dreams today are made of stuff, only absence and silence and in-between. i let you go, again, i find myself in myself, without origin, unborn, agenetic, but i am like my mother – chokmah – unseen wisdom; beyond third eyes, sixth senses, and intuitions, she is... |
| entropyBy » eatingownbrain on Mon Jul 5, 20100 Comments | Everything - fragments of beautiful heartache, every meaningless piece of life made significant in a sensual psychosis. Everything collides, when I step back and look at the chaos I am content – life is exploding relative big bangs all around me – I am part of the process. Fuck self, fuck... |
| ~time.By » eatingownbrain on Mon May 17, 20100 Comments | Walking on my yellow brick road, Space travel, warp speed, I am in the machine. Telluric currents * heliospheric pulse: Explode in-between. Every painful second of beautiful. I talk to myself, feel crazy; Love Everything, like a fool. Everyday A new cycle of complete idiocy... |
| microcosmBy » eatingownbrain on Thu Nov 1, 20072 Comments | intrinsically twisted; vines - my mind, elvish brain. fairies neurotransmitting; molecular agency secret selves. my body is a comedy; infinite actors a colorful chaos. even my dealer tells me that i'm always smiling. grasshopper legs; synchronicity technology absurd and... |
| five minutesBy » eatingownbrain on Sat Mar 3, 20072 Comments | the next five minutes could be eternity... every second bleeding into the next and time is obliterated... i am alive. my thoughts wander back and forth, but everything is connected to these five minutes, nothing exceeds now, nothing undermines this moment... mundane beauty; home. peace, because i... |
| not to be understoodBy » eatingownbrain on Wed Jan 31, 20073 Comments | if i let this pen wander with my mind it is aimless. let it go. my purpose is purposelessness; i believe so completely in nothing that nothing itself is cast into oblivion ...everything emerges ...this illogic is my revolution. as long as i remain senseless, incomprehensible... |
| ...By » eatingownbrain on Sat Jan 20, 20074 Comments | My delusions take me further. Why am I alone? I cannot create the world for someone else. I cannot make another believe in this fantasy world, it’s mine, bittersweet in my beautiful solitude. Every mundane form that occupies my space is god and I live in heaven on earth. The cold air freezes... |
| *roar*By » eatingownbrain on Fri Nov 10, 20060 Comments | today poetry infuriates me. lions won't sleep by lullabies, night is for the hunt. today the world is dully rotating. more orphans to AIDS, and thirty thousand children die because humanity is dreaming. wake up. today is not a story to create, and futility fuels academic... |
| controversies in subjective psychosis a.k.a: philosophyBy » eatingownbrain on Tue Nov 7, 20060 Comments | Forgeting, I am released from a pain I was sure would endure… sometimes hoped it would… a reassuring reminder of my faith. In this line of reasoning martyrs are cowards, they are dependant on the constant validation of their belief which they achieve through self-mutilation; unnecessary... |
| imagining answersBy » eatingownbrain on Sun Oct 1, 20060 Comments | Connected…what we live for? The eyes of the angels in my life have more depth now that I have love. Only fools banish love to wonderland, only fools let lightness of heart become an ephemeral spell. Even in the treacherous enclaves I have wandered through, in the void, and in my... |
| schizophreniaBy » eatingownbrain on Sat Aug 19, 20060 Comments | My sickly skin cannot bear the warmth. Cold damp heart has become accustomed to itself, and strong, and proud to be able to survive as it does without you…love. I sneer. I am filled with awe and power and contempt for weakness in myself, I know to expect it in others, others are undoubtedly... |
| without a wordBy » eatingownbrain on Sat Aug 5, 20060 Comments | lost in a name is a being, unable to grasp itself by a single fragment of syllables, unable to be in one word, one thought. four letters are me, four letters are my humanity. falliable language you shame us with your system! i won't let you name me, call me nothing, call me with the... |
| before sleepBy » eatingownbrain on Tue Jun 20, 20063 Comments | Darkness creeping in- deadly nightshade memories resurface after spanning several grassroot utopias, now the happy human faces are melting and twisted. Eyes removed from sockets are empty-blind, crying now dead- now decayed organic matter that once covered the visionary walls of these pits. Time... |
| sixty hour discourseBy » eatingownbrain on Tue Jun 6, 20065 Comments | Slowly, lone wanderer, now a charmed thoughtful process of ever-becoming; the fragments of my inarticulate awakenings leap onto pages incomplete and trickle down the primordial walls of a cave filled with fairytales; in lucid dreams my make-believe is your make-believe is the other’s make-believe... |
| sleeplessBy » eatingownbrain on Tue May 30, 20060 Comments | in my head a hundred moments of starry realization in the dark cosmic basement of the French Bath- a history of counter culture vibrating through acoustic space. in my head the faces of old people clay-like with cracks and folds and hollowed-out places- sunken by the smog of the city. in... |
| twsitedBy » eatingownbrain on Thu May 18, 20060 Comments | i'm blind, i must be... to be here, now. give in to the black, the dark where what seperates us simply isn't infinity contradicts our social order and i'm facing the firing squad, in my facist state. the reformists, those liberal thinkers, are trying to kill me softly... with... |
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