[insert nostalgia here]parts of movies i can only just remember (although the titles are forgotten) remain buried somewhere in my head. chunks of cheap ninja movies. bits of trashy vampire films.
it's probably why i'm so weird.
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cogsit's hard to discern the cogs of your favored favor; the lilt and glistening balance in the semblance of words and worlds. but sometimes there's a tunnel, sometimes there's a man with rusty scissors, sometimes i find my insomnia iscogs
only another nightmare.
it is hard to take the shape of a crocodile
from a few scant puddles of memory then make make it clean of ruin--pristine. i always find myself favoring
a weird leg, and my twisted appendage leaves a leafs windblown passage of wrecks and deep holes and sometimes I barely stand. but
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a choreShe sat comfortably with subtle sounds in view of a window. If she could make a window, she thought, it would not be square, or even round. Perhaps a triangle in stained glass displaying a wide colored hue of blue roses upon her very chair. She pondered a window beyond a window, and accordingly: a house outside a house. It wouldn't do to have a triangular window floating outside, not attached to anything but a notion. There could be a whole stack of houses like Russian dolls, and the opening of each door would provoke the door beyond that to open provoking the next door in line. If there were so many homes just leaving would take forever, shea chore
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if, whenif those ravens are ready then they're watchful as cameras. they cannot be allowed to retreat, they know no better than hanging telephone wires in sway.if, when
when your laughter goes wild it is splayed and croaking thorns into so many shrubs and foxholes. it cannot be swallowed back, so let it go stun ravens.
if this wilderness has memory then let it answer back with something familiar: a shocking call of echoes, degraded as wraiths.
when the amber wanes into a swarm of night let it come back graceful. i could tell you many confounding fables that i will let you
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in these situationsin these situations i should know better. in these situations i speak a language of fused hornets and halos screwed in sideways. i should know better, but the breakage comes off sinister--a chunk of lung left to rot in arizona with the stench in a spiral. i would like to know better, i would like to be somebody other than what you perceive.in these situations
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We all fall downTonight, I am consumed:We all fall down
words spinning through veins,
blocking the oxygen to my brain
until I am asphyxiated
by consonants and connotations,
vowels a malignant tangle
like the rush of water,
the scream of sudden silence
that comes after –
Tonight, I am constructed:
a mere reflection that glimmers
once across your pupils
before soaking into your retinas. A paint-by-number set
you memorized years ago
and lies buried beneath
half-finished projects on your coffee table.
Tonight, I am smothered casual
by ~RhapsodyinAlto
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- Current Residence: in a house, on a planet
- Interests: pomes, banjos, and pandas
- Favourite movie: The Holy Mountain, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
- Favourite band or musician: Sigur Ros, Kayo Dot, Eluvium, Jesu
- Favourite genre of music: I'll listen to about anything.
- Favourite artist: I don't know shit about artists.
- Favourite poet or writer: Jorge Luis Borges, Pablo Neruda, Thomas Ligotti
- Favourite game: Legend of Zelda
- Favourite gaming platform: NES
- Favourite cartoon character: Zim, Osaka, Brock Samson
- Personal Quote: ideas are easy; capturing them, that's hard.
- Tools of the Trade: My head, a bloody hangnail, and the backside of a Denny's menu.
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I loved House of Leaves, and have been meaning to reread it...
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Breath and Death. We all have at least two things in common.
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| ::Forget Your Memories, Remember Your Future:: |
"The Departure of Everything Real, is the Arrival of Everything True"
-E E Cummings
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"True ease in writing comes from art, not chance
As those move easiest who have learnt to dance."
-Alexander Pope
~Writers
I'll be keeping a watch on any new stuff.
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"The Departure of Everything Real, is the Arrival of Everything True"
-E E Cummings
I like your ideas, but the words don't flow, and they don't seem to be chosen very carefully. There is no technique -- and I don't mean the kind of bullshit technique you learn in a class somewhere, I mean a personal voice. Sometimes it almost felt like you were reciting. Imagery had potential, but you stiffened it with mediocre metaphors. Still, your ideas more than compensated for this. I'll be keeping my eye on you.
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