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She Comes [Dec. 17th, 2004|03:30 am]
[mood |lethargic]
[music |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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Faith Versus Reason [Dec. 14th, 2004|04:43 am]
[mood |accomplished]



I have started a new LJ Community. I hope that you will join, if you have the time or the will to debate.


http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=faith_vs_reason


Love,

RKZ



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The Ashen Path [Dec. 13th, 2004|09:29 pm]
[mood |thoughtful]




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]
[mood |annoyed]



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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A Letter from Trevor to Adelia [Dec. 10th, 2004|08:59 pm]
[mood |cold]





Click here to see the last letter Trevor wrote to Adelia, his hated loveCollapse )

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Post Mortem Plans [Dec. 10th, 2004|02:41 am]
[mood |amused]



On another community that I belong to, someone asked what we all wanted done to our bodies after we died. I gave this answer:



* * *

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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Marya Spills the Blood of Ordo's Men [Dec. 8th, 2004|01:46 am]
[mood |devious]
[music |At the Gates of Midian]



Marya Spills the Blood of Ordo's Men

(From "Scholomance Book III: Pain and Triumph In Witch-Dark Glory)

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Hymn to Sophia [Dec. 8th, 2004|12:37 am]
[mood |listless]
[music |M. Alex Gregory]



* * *

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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The Gospel of a Heretic [Dec. 5th, 2004|04:15 am]
[mood |awake]
[music |Silencio]




A text concerning Suffering, the Fall of Man, the Serpent's Gift, and Faith

Click here to read the Gospel of a HereticCollapse )

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Challenging God [Dec. 5th, 2004|04:05 am]
[mood |amused]
[music |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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