| She Comes |
[Dec. 17th, 2004|03:30 am]
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| | Massive Attack | ] |
Recollect me darling raise me to your lips Two undernourished egos four rotating hips Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale Can't endure then you can't inhale Clearly Out of body experience interferes And dreams of flying I fit nearly Surrounds me though I get lonely Slowly
Moving up slowly Inertia keeps She's moving up slowly Slowly Moving up slowly Inertia creeps Moving up slowly She comes
In my home no chrome as clear as See me now with my nearest dearest Been there when I'm over careering Room shifting is endearing Between us is our kitchen Would you found my irritant's itching Been here before Been here forever
Moving up slowly Inertia keeps Moving up slowly Inertia creeps Moving up slowly Inertia keeps Moving up slowly She comes
I make no sound in my eidertown Awake I lie in the morning's blue Room is still my antenna in you Nylon burns the bedspread with two Gravity's zero see me stall I bounce off walls lose my footing and fall It can be sweet though incomplete though And the frames will freeze See me on all four's It's been a long time
She comes She comes I want to X you
I caught your radio waves I caught your radio waves Will you take a string Say you string me along Say you string me along Say inertia creeps Inertia creeps and she comes
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| The Ashen Path |
[Dec. 13th, 2004|09:29 pm]
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where did those nights go?
when you have what you want
at last in your grasp
seldom do you realize
how quickly the stars fade.
waste the moment trying to seize it
or waste it, mind wandering:
where did those nights go?
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| Stupidity |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|12:21 am]
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It seems that I have been banned from the Challenging God community for a simple mistake- the tiny penis genius "neven" has been duped by an even tinier cock named irishguy into banning me. Oh well, Fuck them! If these pathetic idiots can't take a hot debate from a woman that knows more than them... then they are perfectly suited to their so-called "religions".
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| Post Mortem Plans |
[Dec. 10th, 2004|02:41 am]
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On another community that I belong to, someone asked what we all wanted done to our bodies after we died. I gave this answer:
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RACHEL'S POST MORTEM PROSPECTUS
Well, first my brain has to be teased out of my head via long slender hook driven up my nose, and discarded, as it (so the ancients of Khem tell us) is useless.
Then, my major organs have to be taken out and soaked in cedar oil before being placed in four sacred Kanopic Jars- followed by my body being embalmed with special oils and stuffed with dried flowers. I have to be wrapped very carefully, with clean linen bandages, with strategically placed amulets devoted to the Opener of Eyes, and the Preserver of Breath, hidden among the folds of the cloth.
I have to be laid out on a bier shaped like the Amtchet Funeral Vessel, and special incenses, (I have the recipes) have to be burned for several days, while the great book Pert Em Hru is read over my body- I may appear dead, but for three days, or perhaps longer, my Ka, my holy double, will hover near my corpse, and it must feast on the fumes of the incense, and recieve instructions from Pert Em Hru on how to lead my BA to the door of Night, thereafter to travel on and face the Terrors of the Duat.
At some point on the fourth day, at least nine slave men or women have to walk in procession, pouring jars of tears before them, as I am carried, now locked in a large ornamental Sarcophagus, to my long-ago prepared Tomb, the walls themselves lined with Middle Kingdom Hieroglyphs describing the various passwords I will have to give at the many Pylons of the House of Night, so that I can pass and move on to the hall of the Judgement of the Dead, there to face Thoth and Ma'at- and the Shemsu Heru, the Sons of Horus, who face all the Dead and give them the examination of the Heart.
I've decided that I want to fail that examination, for those who fail have their soul devoured by the beast Ammit, the eater of the dead, and my soul has always wanted to know what it felt like to be eaten.
As for my tomb, it will be locked with my sarcophagus inside, and large piles of jasmine flowers, and the final piles of smoldering incense. A statue of Anubis will keep silent watch over my body. I will not be returning to open my eyes, because I will be eaten by Ammit, to take rebirth elsewhere. The gentle fields of Osiris' paradise are not for me. It is flesh that I want to experience.
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| Hymn to Sophia |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|12:37 am]
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| | M. Alex Gregory | ] |
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A pure one in tears Outside of the Garden of God We cannot know what is best Mother, rest Rest us on your breast Mother, rest
In the valley of Good and Evil Sorrow fills your soul Love turns away So rest Your head on her breast Mother, rest
In the Mortal fugue Desire fills your soul Love turns to grey So rest Your head on her breast Mother, rest
Show us the way To the door between day and night Life everlasting
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| Challenging God |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|04:05 am]
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| | Corvinus | ] |
Yes, a little whining baby can indeed, cause trouble. Poor Irishguy. I didn't mean to spank him so hard and embarrass him at that lj community. I had no idea that he'd be underhanded to convince the brainless, egomaniacal mods to get me banned (lol). I've recently discovered that a lot of quality people have been banned from there. I guess I'm in good company. Of course, the story is far from over... far from over. Small cock little boys. How fitting that they are christians.
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