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.
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