Disengaged Deviants
I'll probably add some more people later.
~rock on.
The Sliding VeilRemember when used to watch the storms Pale shadows lighting the negative Where the silhouettes of our beings rest Inverted tears rolling down the invisible Sheet of plastic surrounding usThe Sliding Veil
Giving our loving respite
The necessary pathos As the world crashes around us.
Utterances few. Little puffs of air Struggle to term Imparting meaning
That echo into the Caverns of our unconscious.
For at the present. There is no momentum. No typewriters clicking. No signals fired.
The present is merely breathed in.
Robynwood CemeteryMy heart lies in stoned walls keeping the little inn warm from the ghosts that wander Robynwood CemeteryRobynwood Cemetery
A fanciful breakfast and a rainy Carolina morn.
I feel our time together would best be suited in hues of grey.
Stirring her coffee, our environment blurs, and in the reflection I spy, an existentialist with a timrous beastie
She seems afraid of her stock, while I remain a pantaphobe, brokering peace between personas loathing all the while.
But after wild years, chasing crows and running the tender t
Elegy for a Cyclical SoulVelvet memories whisping throughElegy for a Cyclical Soul
an 8mm projector.
We are not what
the kaleidoscopic film reels of the future promised.
No more sepia-toned dances No more voyages into the vague spaces of reality and pulp.
Now the spheres separate. Now the reflection of life is seen at the end of a line of text.
Social networks and vaguely tragic montage make for an uneasy alliance.
Warm memories of autumn leaves dissolve into the eye of the spiral. The inevitable center.
The glamour of the fall is over. Welco
Unification part I: FearAnd she asked me that night, "Are you afraid?"Unification part I: Fear
"Am I afraid?" The mad are not afraid. The mad are the inquisitive The lunatic with the typewriter in a garden. Tasting the strange vegetables to catalog and record the hidden geometry of things.
Merely fringe anthropologists as it were.
Yet, the realists are the deluded ones. For they fear the threats that are easily evaluated.
No more fragile than the avatar, a perfect balance, a perfect chance. Flesh and blood need only use invention.
There is not one element
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With the error that's in my mind and in my soul......
I'm flying high.
But the worst is never first and there's a person that'll set you straight.
The Simulator has been Disengaged.
As well as taking the time to have a glance at my work.
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being undead isn't being alive
- e.e. cummings
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
- bob dylan
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With the error that's in my mind and in my soul......
I'm flying high.
But the worst is never first and there's a person that'll set you straight.
The Simulator has been Disengaged.
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and it's the lack of sleep that can wake us up.
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With the error that's in my mind and in my soul......
I'm flying high.
But the worst is never first and there's a person that'll set you straight.
The Simulator has been Disengaged.
~M
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With the error that's in my mind and in my soul......
I'm flying high.
But the worst is never first and there's a person that'll set you straight.
The Simulator has been Disengaged.
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