These remnants, rotting keepsakes of words and pictures are mnemonically residual. They are scryed, interfaces utilizing misfired sigilings, systems of incomplete quasi-alchemical call-signs and proto-symbologies loosely based upon borrowed (and in some cases stolen) artificially charged devices. When assembled into specific schemas, this soft machinery marks as it contains, and thus constructs the Terminal House.
6.12.14
May God, Please God Damn Me
As I followed,
Myself as prey,
Feral offerings,
Of scat and owl vomit,
An alter of carrion crawlers,
And bombarder beetles,
Sunk animal spirits,
My molested totem,
Fondled by avatars,
My mouth,
Sewn shut,
Bury me,
Beneath a crossroads,
And beneath bare feet,
And horse drawn carts,
A tree for gallows,
To keep company,
A chopping block,
For choir,
Sung hymns,
To dusk,
Forgive me,
To lullabies,
Cursing the dawn,
Please.
Myself as prey,
Feral offerings,
Of scat and owl vomit,
An alter of carrion crawlers,
And bombarder beetles,
Sunk animal spirits,
My molested totem,
Fondled by avatars,
My mouth,
Sewn shut,
Bury me,
Beneath a crossroads,
And beneath bare feet,
And horse drawn carts,
A tree for gallows,
To keep company,
A chopping block,
For choir,
Sung hymns,
To dusk,
Forgive me,
To lullabies,
Cursing the dawn,
Please.
5.12.14
[c] Snake// + Water v:URM
Dew dampened data,
Drop down,
Dampening fields,
And deep drains,
Premature algorithms,
Still dripping wet,
Barnacle encrusted hard drive,
Rusted downloads,
Drowning programs,
Mimicking carbon,
Penetrating oxygen.
Drop down,
Dampening fields,
And deep drains,
Premature algorithms,
Still dripping wet,
Barnacle encrusted hard drive,
Rusted downloads,
Drowning programs,
Mimicking carbon,
Penetrating oxygen.
Lay Me Siege
Cold moons,
Alone,
My doctors,
And my pathogens,
Haunts,
Stop talking,
And resist,
Whale bone,
And dead scientists,
Thousands of feet,
From infected ground,
Leave this behind,
Back then,
They used to bite,
I need this,
I need you too.
Alone,
My doctors,
And my pathogens,
Haunts,
Stop talking,
And resist,
Whale bone,
And dead scientists,
Thousands of feet,
From infected ground,
Leave this behind,
Back then,
They used to bite,
I need this,
I need you too.
The Catalyst
Everything,
Is exploding,
It has to be,
At this time,
Here in this place,
Sent,
Swept,
And recorded,
Days contained,
And marked blurry,
A sea snail,
These scrapped hulls,
My hairless,
Empty shell,
And this the day washes,
Away,
And blown apart.
Is exploding,
It has to be,
At this time,
Here in this place,
Sent,
Swept,
And recorded,
Days contained,
And marked blurry,
A sea snail,
These scrapped hulls,
My hairless,
Empty shell,
And this the day washes,
Away,
And blown apart.
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