When we finally cross the barricades with the angels on our side
When we finally deny all the popular lies
When we finally let doubt and worry die
How will it feel?

Try not and overdose on this stuff, but my personal picks of the Constellation roster would be Hangedup, Do Make Say Think, Polmo Polpo, and that one Sackville EP that pretty much makes me weep for the fact Sackville were so short-lived and unappreciated.

Here's some things I wrote as long as five years ago that I just dug up and found amusing:

At Detriment to Solvent Abuse
(14/03/04)

So the land of milk and honey
Is the land of cows and bees?
I guess nothing is something
You cannot attain with relative ease

And one smile fights the thousand frowns in my eyes
Knowledge was worth so much in the Garden of Eden
But for the serpent’s curse we still would not be wise
Now just a remnant of a nomad’s hand-me-downs

So the land of milk and honey
Is the land of cows and bees
And the cows earn all the money
While the bees bend their knees

Fields of Skin
(31/05/04)

Crawling across fields of parching skin
Over stitched and sewn patchwork
Pinpricks black and white scattered
Bruised and broken lines

And beyond the hills a burning red sun descending
Dragging melanoma scarred and blotching

New Existentialist Nightmare
(12/07/05)

There’s a fissure opening in the Earth
Fibre-optic wires through the sky
And messianic visions punctuate every scathing night
There’s no escape from the clawing machines
They’re snapping at my heels
To claim their pound of flesh

Swallow self-engineered drug
Ignorance is the human condition
Harangues fall on the deaf ears of the pulsating mass
Party hard vomit love through your
Long lost meanings and piss
Your hearts out in modernity

The new empire owns you
Everybody duck lest the boot
Catch you midst its own pendulum swing
Linear and technomagickal
Nightmares breed ad hoc paranoia
Panic if you really exist



Boy was Summer '05 a fucked-up time for me.

Here's some absurd nonsense I wrote last month. About a man who dreamt he crawled out of an underground throne-chamber, and invited a bunch of bishops to a banquet, and then killed them. What the fuck?

Still, some hilarious imagery in there. And in-jokes and references, and melodrama.

The Bloody-Handed God
(23/01/10)

The sky wheeled around
For seven lifetimes
And I have risen from my grey dreams
To resolve the burning sigil
I will crawl out from the parchment of this codex

Not bound nor entwined
For seven lifetimes
But counting all the hours all the same
Still upon my illuminated throne
At the centre of the superseded Earth

And in my malaise
Lifted I, a brush to this easel
But my hand would not respond
So at last I dropped the instrument
Put my fist through the canvas
And through the flesh of the Earth
Worming ever upwards
Pulling myself to the surface

As balance shifted me across the plains
Toward the well of psychic gravity
Still stumbling drunk on my own name
I stepped into the parlour
To prepare the holy feast
For the ombudsmen of the archaic and labyrinthine laws
Only to paint them red like my bloody hands

Later in the dining hall
Set fast in their places
Their faces all aglow all in my splendour
The ombudsmen conversing joyfully
The hall was filled with laughter
Until I served them plates of rotting uncooked flesh
And cast a pall across the evening
To set the tone for later

Fear and flame flickering
Cast a dance upon my wall
While spilled from my charred tongue
A bituminous elegy of my designs
The ombudsmen wreaked their wretched weeping
Upon the superfluous but lavishly prepared table before them.

So now in the dining hall
Set fast in their places
Their faces all trembled at my splendour
The ombudsmen begged me pathetically
The hall was filled with slaughter
Until I left them piles of bloody flesh
I stepped through doors onto my dying lawn
Dragging their flayed hides

And spilling out beneath my bleeding heels
On the parched dry Earth of my once magnificent garden
Will spread a carnelian blight
A poison that will poison the world

Edited: by user 18 February 2010 15:25:35(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Did anyone realize I say critique mine?~?~??~