TOLD! Solemn words are spoken, lights, FLASH BANG in the near-night darkness of September 22nd. Steady CLICKs of a camera, photograph lenses gleaming into the night. Black-cloak, strong magical men move in. The police must not interfere.
A knife in the back, camera falls, exit stage left and REVEAL the body, knife in back.
Watch, wait, lights Flicker on, heads pop out to see.
Third Eye from the Sun, halfhearted nuances of Truman. Helted of Nightmare, grandfather's voice haunted by Telepathy.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Random Dada #15: An Ode to Tori's Environmental Science Paper
Date of human expiration. You expired, this paper is a distracting me. I need a distraction from this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper this paper
This paper is killing me, exygen being the only thing stopping blocking my thoughts I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK!!!!!!!!! Blood dripping out of pores sliding down faces onto papers dripping into ink pens breaking worldthreads and
In the event.
EVENT OF EMERGENCY.
In the event of an emergency, you
In light of current events, I am forced to announce
Tenderclass announcement of a raine, taken to be the fourth largest sindication since the world trade ce
With a heavy heart, it is my duty to
'TO BE OR NOT TO'
To tell me the source of
Truth. Lies. What difference does it make? The only thing you're not telling me is
TELL ME WHAT HER NAME IS
You're lying.
Be that as it may, I'm still
"We're still trapped here."
MOTION SENSOR WAVES OF A BO
My cell just went off for no reason
Are there any spirits that wish to make themselves known tonight
"Shhhhhh. Don't cry. I'll keep you warm tonight."
For one second, he was finally
FINALLY. FINALLY done with this, now I can
Can you hear it? Whispers
WHISPERS. I hear VOICES in the HALLWAY, Marge! Tell me, WHAT does
What does this mean? I couldn't have ki
Kill him.
He's bleeding, all over the stage. MY stage. How DARE he get blood on MY st
"Stay. Stay here. With us."
The coffin..... It's bleeding
"Even if I have to drain him DRY, I'll find out"
The only good defense is a good motiv
Don't even bother With excuses.
'These things are wrong, I CAN'T SLEEP, HERE!!'
"Can you help us?"
We need more time to dwell on t
Time's up. Tell me what you think of it. I'll be waiti
Boo.
This paper is killing me, exygen being the only thing stopping blocking my thoughts I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK!!!!!!!!! Blood dripping out of pores sliding down faces onto papers dripping into ink pens breaking worldthreads and
In the event.
EVENT OF EMERGENCY.
In the event of an emergency, you
In light of current events, I am forced to announce
Tenderclass announcement of a raine, taken to be the fourth largest sindication since the world trade ce
With a heavy heart, it is my duty to
'TO BE OR NOT TO'
To tell me the source of
Truth. Lies. What difference does it make? The only thing you're not telling me is
TELL ME WHAT HER NAME IS
You're lying.
Be that as it may, I'm still
"We're still trapped here."
MOTION SENSOR WAVES OF A BO
My cell just went off for no reason
Are there any spirits that wish to make themselves known tonight
"Shhhhhh. Don't cry. I'll keep you warm tonight."
For one second, he was finally
FINALLY. FINALLY done with this, now I can
Can you hear it? Whispers
WHISPERS. I hear VOICES in the HALLWAY, Marge! Tell me, WHAT does
What does this mean? I couldn't have ki
Kill him.
He's bleeding, all over the stage. MY stage. How DARE he get blood on MY st
"Stay. Stay here. With us."
The coffin..... It's bleeding
"Even if I have to drain him DRY, I'll find out"
The only good defense is a good motiv
Don't even bother With excuses.
'These things are wrong, I CAN'T SLEEP, HERE!!'
"Can you help us?"
We need more time to dwell on t
Time's up. Tell me what you think of it. I'll be waiti
Boo.
Random Dada #14: Apparently this dada is amazing. o.X
Apparently this dada is amazing. o.X
Many people would sooner die than think. Rock of Gibraltar left and unhatched in affixed measures. Searching for an answer, need it be? Travesties exyrony. Kell`tn evv`xxn. I Long For The Rest Of His Story, newsletters constantly hating
Names Names
Names
of a forgotten harmony, left in 20,105,670,943,269,742,222,213,794,216,356 error. Life is a bucket of Charleston, Move It.
Can't help what you can't FIX.
Fortune's untold,
Name of Erran esper
Faltonea
Boris Leonidovich Pasternak
Renewed from the ashes of the PhoenixFire blaze, amnesty granted to all but one of the Fallen Angels. Rivers rising rushing away from the fields, ashes all scattered, Dustwind branches SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH!!!
365-42=323 days until
X-LINEAR
Many people would sooner die than think. Rock of Gibraltar left and unhatched in affixed measures. Searching for an answer, need it be? Travesties exyrony. Kell`tn evv`xxn. I Long For The Rest Of His Story, newsletters constantly hating
Names Names
Names
of a forgotten harmony, left in 20,105,670,943,269,742,222,213,794,216,356 error. Life is a bucket of Charleston, Move It.
Can't help what you can't FIX.
Fortune's untold,
Name of Erran esper
Faltonea
Boris Leonidovich Pasternak
Renewed from the ashes of the PhoenixFire blaze, amnesty granted to all but one of the Fallen Angels. Rivers rising rushing away from the fields, ashes all scattered, Dustwind branches SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH!!!
365-42=323 days until
X-LINEAR
Random Dada #12.5: Perscribed Decadence of Saint Elmo
A thousand prescriptions for lies, leaves John waiting. Front of a storm in the jungle, tropical hurricane, and a pen that can't write faster. The chosen leadership of nothing but an empty field to play in. Ten million piece puzzle and only thirty parts fit. Tangled together in a nasty little triangle of a mess; One, two, three.The whole world counts on a missing star.
You can't talk to Winter out of her season. Walking three miles to the planet, maybe trees don't die the same as us.
What HAPPENED?!? IT DOESN'T FIT, DISORDERED CIRCLES OF BLANK-AND-BLANK CIRCULAR ACRONIC LEGACIES STAPLED TO THE BACK OF MY MIND!!!
Page, page lettered numbered page blank page one two three four six.
'It has been corrupted.'
The answer is lost somewhere in the code of the erroneous datastream. The last entry is on the last page. She knew to the day when she would die. Finality of distortion wave theory, dolphins riding bare into Bree for exotic coffee espresso makeover. 'There's someone on the phone for you.'
"A leap from the rock will claim two hearts. A Red Card will bring the X to life. The mark of the black pen is going to leave its mark on her purity.
You're stuck in your blindness and the only one you can remember is the one you couldn't save.
Get over it."
She twitched.... Twist-ties of a Fate... No idea how lucky she is, lucky she was.
Aid to the fallen. Whispers of a time that will not come.
You can't talk to Winter out of her season. Walking three miles to the planet, maybe trees don't die the same as us.
What HAPPENED?!? IT DOESN'T FIT, DISORDERED CIRCLES OF BLANK-AND-BLANK CIRCULAR ACRONIC LEGACIES STAPLED TO THE BACK OF MY MIND!!!
Page, page lettered numbered page blank page one two three four six.
'It has been corrupted.'
The answer is lost somewhere in the code of the erroneous datastream. The last entry is on the last page. She knew to the day when she would die. Finality of distortion wave theory, dolphins riding bare into Bree for exotic coffee espresso makeover. 'There's someone on the phone for you.'
"A leap from the rock will claim two hearts. A Red Card will bring the X to life. The mark of the black pen is going to leave its mark on her purity.
You're stuck in your blindness and the only one you can remember is the one you couldn't save.
Get over it."
She twitched.... Twist-ties of a Fate... No idea how lucky she is, lucky she was.
'There is something after these children.'
Aid to the fallen. Whispers of a time that will not come.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Random Dada #13: Mini-Dada #1
Realization of sunfall trauma, rehearsal night-waved center of reality. Trashed in a corner for sixteen and a half hours of lightless oblivion. Improvisation of 'The Works of William Shakespeare'. Gone in four seconds, repeat. Repeat, over. The field guide to the sixth layer of hell, Travicked ammonite of two hundred and sixteen thousand ninety-two fortresses. Lay it down and married, forth forgotten embryos of the Age of a Conner.
Invict inverted triumphies. Malt-married segments of a Cult Reference Section.
Invict inverted triumphies. Malt-married segments of a Cult Reference Section.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Dead of Night
In the dead of night I hear her voice calling to me melodiously.
In a sing-song fashion I call back, inquiring: “Whose voice is this I hear upon my ear? that echoes through the night as if a beam of light?”
And she responds: “It is I, whose voice pierces through the dark still night. It is I whose song you hear upon your tender ears.”
And I ask her: “Shall you give me a name to put to this voice? or will I be left to wonder as to whom it is?”
Many moments pass before I hear her soft voice again, this time a small bit closer to where I await her.
“I am the one in your dreams, the one whose voice is like the wind and whose song is always forgotten upon waking. It is I whose footsteps walk the halls, and whose shadow covers the doorways to your nightmares.”
Leaning closer, I wait until the song comes forth from her lips again, those lips hidden by the darkness that comes after nightfall.
My words doused by the song that appeals to all ears, I sit contently until the question again comes to mind.
Again, I inquire: “Whose voice is it that I now hear upon my ear? that flows through the trees as if a pleasant breeze?”
And she replies: “I have already told you.”
Taken aback for but a moment, I inquire further still.
“If you are the one from my dreams, does this mean I am now asleep, and none of this is real?”
“If you are the one from my dreams, does this mean I am now asleep, and none of this is real?”
Laughter filled the air as I waited for the answer to the question I had asked. It was a while before this laughter died down.
Then I heard her voice again.
“What is a dream but another reality?~”
And then I awoke, and heard the song no more.
That is, not until the next night.
Random Dada #12: flashing ultraviolet springs prying Redshirts die
Random Dada #12
flashing ultraviolet springs prying Redshirts die
My absolute favorite dada.
NOTE: Some foul language is used in most of my dada. If you don't get what dada is, ask me, I'll explain it.
Flashing imagery that makes seen itself unto forthwith. That be'eth without light, confounds the senses. Radiant telephobes gently nurse out the truth of lives, searching endless, do we HAVE to kill it? Sunlight ennestie, moves like a phantom through the temple of Nightfall, moved without seen, left a light and lived to tell the tale. A quick word with your mother and that's all that was needed to be said. Telepathy constant is a plus, eyes rapidly changing in the color spectrum to ultraviolet gray. Planets, circling themselves in the night. IT TRAVELS ENDLESSLY to meet itself and others, planar dissonance and a constant fear in the background. Might shatters, dawn breaks, logging the quiet introspective minds to re-earth the place they come from. TRAUGHT AND FALLEN, REHASHED AND SPRINGS ATTACHED. I'm waiting for an answer... please give it. Inspiration had an uninspired metaphor, endlessly endlessly endlessly stuck in my head, waiting ckk fallen. Don't touch never seen it, fallout from the radiation waves, BLINDNESS. DO NOT DISTURB for fear of dismemberment. I don't understand what I've done to you. Maybe it was something that was said in the sunlight, away from prying eyes of the crowd. I'm sorry. Don't judge me on what others say, thoughts based on hate and leading by the same name, names of hatred born from humble beginnings, I hear he was a painter before the war started. Blue collar, radiated downward from existence, pulled into the Eather by the great hands of God. It exists with in it a circle, Climbing the mountain, WAIT FOR ME!!! I have fallen behind off the cliff's edge, four thousand feet above the Earth. It takes infinity to fall into a black hole. During the time space of the fall, I can become more than myself's worth of existentiality. Who the fuck said that thou shall not murder? You never said I took you for granted until I had something worth taking. Redshirt hothead dissonance, vectors approaching lightspeed, Brace for impact. Shields torn off the bow, sensors wailing. WE HAVE A PROBLEM, CAPTAIN! Fragments of the hull burst into flames, chemical fires staining the face of the stars in the heavens. We are all going to die in here, alone, and there is no one who can save us.
flashing ultraviolet springs prying Redshirts die
My absolute favorite dada.
NOTE: Some foul language is used in most of my dada. If you don't get what dada is, ask me, I'll explain it.
Flashing imagery that makes seen itself unto forthwith. That be'eth without light, confounds the senses. Radiant telephobes gently nurse out the truth of lives, searching endless, do we HAVE to kill it? Sunlight ennestie, moves like a phantom through the temple of Nightfall, moved without seen, left a light and lived to tell the tale. A quick word with your mother and that's all that was needed to be said. Telepathy constant is a plus, eyes rapidly changing in the color spectrum to ultraviolet gray. Planets, circling themselves in the night. IT TRAVELS ENDLESSLY to meet itself and others, planar dissonance and a constant fear in the background. Might shatters, dawn breaks, logging the quiet introspective minds to re-earth the place they come from. TRAUGHT AND FALLEN, REHASHED AND SPRINGS ATTACHED. I'm waiting for an answer... please give it. Inspiration had an uninspired metaphor, endlessly endlessly endlessly stuck in my head, waiting ckk fallen. Don't touch never seen it, fallout from the radiation waves, BLINDNESS. DO NOT DISTURB for fear of dismemberment. I don't understand what I've done to you. Maybe it was something that was said in the sunlight, away from prying eyes of the crowd. I'm sorry. Don't judge me on what others say, thoughts based on hate and leading by the same name, names of hatred born from humble beginnings, I hear he was a painter before the war started. Blue collar, radiated downward from existence, pulled into the Eather by the great hands of God. It exists with in it a circle, Climbing the mountain, WAIT FOR ME!!! I have fallen behind off the cliff's edge, four thousand feet above the Earth. It takes infinity to fall into a black hole. During the time space of the fall, I can become more than myself's worth of existentiality. Who the fuck said that thou shall not murder? You never said I took you for granted until I had something worth taking. Redshirt hothead dissonance, vectors approaching lightspeed, Brace for impact. Shields torn off the bow, sensors wailing. WE HAVE A PROBLEM, CAPTAIN! Fragments of the hull burst into flames, chemical fires staining the face of the stars in the heavens. We are all going to die in here, alone, and there is no one who can save us.
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