Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Hail to the King baby!

I guess I'll give up meat too... 

Ash Wednesday

This year I'm giving up being nice for Lent. I don't think it's orthodox but.. Fuck it. And fuck you.
"This is my boomstick!"

Saturday, February 22, 2014

CROPSEY

A sign that I’ve been praying for.
A solemn augur, pure and true
to tell me what to do.

A true God that I can settle for
and spin my body in a long, slow arc,
like how my problems are.

And I’ve been waiting on everyone.
Yeah, I’ve been waiting on anyone to show up and throw me out of here.

Because I don’t belong.
Yeah, I’m not even sure I know those words,
a song that I can sing along.
Well, I’ll just wait and track the soot-tracks home
so I can be alone.

And I’ve been waiting on everyone.
Yeah, I’ve been waiting on anyone to show up and throw me out of here.

Unnatural World.... Have a nice life

so fucking good.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Man of iron

THE MAN OF IRON
Giles Corey was a wizard strong, a stubborn wretch was he; 
And fit was he to hang on high upon the locust tree.

So, when before the Magistrates for trial he did come, 
He would no true confession make, but was completely dumb.

"Giles Corey," said the Magistrate, "What hast thou here to plead
To those who now accuse thy sould of crime and horrid deed?"

Giles Corey he said not a word, no single word spoke he.
"Giles Corey," said the Magistrate, "We'll press it out of thee."

They got them then a heavy beam, then laid it on his breast;
They loaded it with heavy stones, and hard upon him pressed.

"More weight," now said this wretched man.  "More weight!" again he cried; 
And he did no confession make, but wickedly he died.

--Anonymous (early 18th century)

 
I will not plead
If I deny, I am condemned already,
In courts where ghosts appear as witnesses
And swear men's lives away.  If I confess,
Then I confess a lie, to buy a life,
Which is not life, but only death in life.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Lick the palm of the burning handshake

I'm the only one that sticks around
When they call your name out of a crowd
And you say it don't hurt when I'm going alone
And you know it don't hurt but I keep it strong
So I don't try to go
I just won't and you know
The need to know it takes you over
Takes you over
The need to grow it take you under
Take you under
It bares the keeping of resistance
To the listen again and again
It takes you over again and again
It takes you over

I'm the only one that makes you stop
And I know the plate is going down
When you say you don't see the red in my eyes
Do you really want to bring the fire outside?
I don't want you to go
Lose my eyes I'll never show
The need to know it takes you over
Takes you over
The need to grow it take you under
Take you under
It bares the keeping of no resistance
To the listen again and again
It takes you over again and again
It takes you over
Even though I handled loss like David Gahan, it could have been worse... I could have dealt with things like Ian Curtis....
"
Prefrontal lobotomy ... has recently been having a certain vogue, probably not unconnected with the fact that it makes the custodial care of many patients easier. Let me remark in passing that killing them makes their custodial care still easier."

And the Lord said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.» (Genesis 6/1-7)

BBC session Anno Domini....

http://wolvesinthethroneroomsl.bandcamp.com/