too much uni work. becoming Deluezional

"Turns out that stilling the waves of my mind is a bit like trying to solve a problem like Maria – “How do you keep a wave upon the sand?”

and also, a quick word from Mr Yeats "A Deep Sworn Vow":

Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

one day

a hatred i gained in dublin

how the shit god damn hell did they manage to make high fidelity into an sub-par american film when, as a british novel which i almost slightly enjoyed, the most perplexing aspect wasn't the title and the melodramatic sarcasm was clever and endearing rather than embarrassing. JACK BLACKS WORDS ARE POISON.

Love & Strife

two caramel bodies on cream sheets, the tin fan cooled the sweat which settled on our quivering skin and in the yellowed room, we lay like silent whales on my parents bed. she softly clicked the fingers of her right hand and i listened, vacant but thankful, breathing the thick heat. eyes half shut and heavy, the patter of her soft skin left a thick rhythm lingering. i thought about reaching over to feel flesh but my eyes dialuted into heuy tones of the room and i resigned to the constant flicking. it was just too hot, so i drifted.

Fedor Jeftichew & Captain Costentenus

Mr LaBruce plus my Portugal

19 FEB – 19 MAR: “BRUCE LABRUCE’S POLAROID RAGE, SURVEY 2000-2010″ AT WRONG WEATHER, PORTO.

Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn

'Before I am old
I shall have written him one
poem maybe as cold
And passionate as the dawn.'

Svart Mettal

money's too tight for steak

Berlin

tread soft, tiny little sled boots:
feel each decietful crater collapse
a repeted catastrophic death,
(the capsized glaciar fits your sole
one hundred times!)
though you will buckle
slide-step
shriek-
back to your burrow of felt,
your strange vapours wander.

creepers flesh & bone 1969

Creepy-Creeps <3

All He Needs Is Love

The Sky and The Sea

She said "what do I want? Of course I want Sky!." This is where we differ, as, for my next act, I will be the sea above all. It's the sea who has had men leaping to it in agony and knowing only then both the victory of their small strength and the enormous insignificance. I would be an engulfing and terrible sea with deep black pits and azure awells, a mass of insatiable convoluted systems, vibrant life and prehistoric secrets which, from the surface is serene and simple, even lifeless. My incomrehensible magnitude will be made of parts which I know both as intricate and intimate pieces of my identity, and as foreign and unattainable as the moons cold reflection on my glinting skin. I was coming to begin to realise, and to accept and to know in me, the horribly inescapable circularity of the universe, the perplexing and perverse aporia of a self-perpetuation beyond the feeble wants of human hands. And we do: we all suffer the same.