March 29, 2015

Actions have consequences. 

Almost didn’t go. 

Didn’t want to go. 

Have you

Ever been

Shpongled? 

Have you been fucking Shpongled? 

Pretty Simony, if you ask me. 

The tithe paid to… a big church. 

Always a pattern of rebirth on Sundays for me. 

What is the longest you have gone without sleeping?

I almost broke my record of 8 days with this one. 

Less sleep than a bird, required. 

Didn’t used to be so organic. 

It is funny 

The place I was couch surfing 

We called the Chateau 

And what a castle it was

The castle of mind 

Spirit 

Liminality 

“Aw, you’re not coming back” 

A specific variable had said

Tuesday night 

The week still young 

Was it the time that caused him to say this

Or did he know something

A variable that acted so strangely

A variable that removed himself so strangely

That possibility is endless,

To this day,

Except for when it is not. 

A strange time

“Time” 

Hours fly by 

And crawl 

And stretch

Becoming the bass guitar 

The vibration flying down the neck 

Between wood and metal

Strings overhead 

Electrical 

A massive power grid

Endless it its timelessness 

It is amazing how the deceased 

Have the potential 

To be variables

Strong as the living 

“Do you listen to Sunn O)))?”

The Mad Scientist had asked 

Was it coincidence that caused him to ask this

Or did he know something? 

I will never find out

Except for in the timelines that I do. 

One crosses the threshold

To a liminal space

Very easily

When in a state of deprivation

Be it sleep, food, water,

All three make for a strange trinity

The recurrent trinity 

Current divinity 

The recurring theme of death on Friday. 

Death on a Friday

We shall die, oh yes

But first we shall live! 

Freudian slip, love

And what is it to live without love? 

Synonymous these words are,

The venn diagram of the two

A single circle 

Takes an I, takes an O

The U is an understood variable 

A Union;

Owe you everything 

And owe you nothing

Owe you Nothing 

…Void 

Empty set, squared

ØØ

Death on a Friday

The recurring theme 

One never feels so alive

As the first time they are sure

They are going to die

The only physical evidence to the people I was with

A single red dot on my chest

A laser scope from another dimension

While sitting on the porch

An entity only I could sense

Telling me of terrible things 

Rolling-jumping-dodging

Flying down a flight of stairs 

Only to go back up

Pressed to the wall in the dark 

Breathe held 

Thinking I could escape an entity 

Whose purpose was so much higher than mine own at the time

That I had no way to understand their methods

A momenternity it was

This running

And then an embrace

Of destiny

To walk out the door and greet

The single shot I expected to receive

Arms spread wide

Ready to embrace death

To be met by silence instead 

A need to wash myself clean

Exhaustion

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