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FifthI’ve got some needlesFifth
stuck in my head; penetrating every nerve within the system.
This macabre incident;
orchestrated by the saviour, who wipes the world clean from my withered, staring eyes.
The dream is desolate; more than the mind of its manipulable protagonist; more than I, the creator.
The saviour stands above me; threads weaved through his fingers attached to the needles; their face lost in my memory.
The protagonist wears the needles like a crown of thorns, given by the saviour to the new
by ~Crimzun-Noodelle
The CrybabyYour fingers hang down by your feet chipping on the gravel, they become sharp; talons that claw at the starry night sky, that claw at your own bloated stomach.The Crybaby
Wisps of smoke, grey and turning move to reveal your subtle uncertainty too frail to question the moment but I’m not the one to ask.
The plague crashed on your shore,
sand crawling out from under the hull. The world’s volume turns down your own betraying you.
Those chipped, bleeding fingers out there in the night, groping what they can’t see; caressing what you
by ~Crimzun-Noodelle
The BootlickerThe tongue that flicks out of the mouth licks the teeth and moistens the lips.The Bootlicker
It slithers along the ground through the ash; slides under leaves and your heels.
The tongue still crawls; Slithers up your ankles around your knees, and up still; he brings you to them.
Along your spine up further and futher around your neck this salivating noose tightens.
Through the pestilence he was the one who built your underworld and now drowns in the Nile.
He draws you in, pulling tighter; you
by ~Crimzun-Noodelle
The MaggotIngrain nails scratch at the blackened veins of some ragged stranger hanging upon a cross.The Maggot
She’s just another victim
of some deranged human seeping through the cracks in the earth.
See the blood that’s dripping down her thighs, to her knees; to the dirt.
The drops sink in; seeds becoming rooted in the earth. They grow from there, sprouting stains like flowers.
She’s waste on the heels of Death the half-brother of Sleep.
The spawn of a wretch; conceived in false light &
by ~Crimzun-Noodelle
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The M u s i c i a n. Deliberately out-of-tune acoustic guitars and dusty old Steinway's wail the middle-class blues into these southern-sun-scorched ears. One violin after another his clammy, lithe fingers straining stretching taut synthetic cords as his adroit hands fondle the horse-hair bow He brings forth sweetThe M u s i c i a n.
dissonance- a reverberating knell avowing the fabrication of the truths I never could believe.
We h
by ~Besotting
Aeon poiesis.We will meet somewhere in a dream; Drowning our bodies with snow and our faces with smiles when the wind whips our minds into eternity-- I'll level your chin to the sky and we'll gaze at our dimension there-- here in our land of cobblestone and black snow: I'll wake thereafter with the air lifting a knock to my window and I will rise and fold our dream like a prism-dipped letter into my eyes.Aeon poiesis.
by =Synith
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Newcastle, NSW
- Interests: Playing bass guitar, and regular guitar, and wallowing in my own crapulence
- Favourite movie: Pump Up The Volume, The Faculty, Clerks 1+2, Eraserhead, Fight Club, Zodiac, Seven, Death to Smoochy
- Favourite band or musician: Isis, Deftones, Tool, Melvins, Dillinger Escape Plan, Meshuggah, Helmet, Skinny Puppy, Depeche Mode
- Favourite genre of music: Post-Metal, Alt, Industrial, Ambient, Hardcore Punk, Death Metal, Mathcore, Electronic, Noise
- Favourite artist: Todd McFarlane
- Favourite poet or writer: ...numerous and many
- Operating System: Windows XP (common, there's hardle anyone who doesn't)
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Shuffle (I'm too poor to afford anything better)
- Favourite game: Mario Kart, Lylat Wars (Star Fox 64)
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo 64
- Favourite cartoon character: Mr.Demartino (Daria)
- Personal Quote: "Everyone builds submarines out of metal, lets build one out of bread"
- Tools of the Trade: Various blue pens and Newspower 96 page binder book
- Email: sabbra_cadabra123@hotmail.com
- MSN: sabbra_cadabra123@hotmail.com
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