MP3 player of choice: nomad zen
Favourite cartoon character: garfield or PA's fruit fucker or div
Personal Quote: show me a sane man and i will cure him for you
S.O.S.It's okay friend,S.O.S. by insipid-crow
you don't have to save my soul.
I know exactly what dangers it faces,
or at least I did until I forgot where I put it.
I read your bible for personal enjoyment,
a vital piece of literature,
for the purposes of masturbation,
and to give your life value.
I don't need your jesus to tell me what to do.
I know right from left.
I don't plan on walking towards the light,
I plan on running from it,
as fast and as far as I can.
Until death finds me,
I will open my arms to him,
I will let him encompass me with void,
and be charmed by the negative space.
In that moment I want to be forgotten;
here she lies dead.
who was she?
who am I?
the sculpture gardenMy grandfather, a man with a bullet hole prison in the shape of an air tank. The skin on his wounds pulled back and the humanity extracted. He mumbled, with his feeble cheeks, with the identifiable swagger of a victim. I asked him what kind of ghost he was, he said he was a memory.the sculpture garden by benevolentsoul
But where is he now, with his emphysema and his scars? The peach kisses of a German engineered machine gun... that fuzzy symmetry traced his breast, and down his leg. Was he the man who vomited at Birkenau? Stood like Rodin before the masterpiece of catastrophe. Did he let their frail outlines embrace the mere confines of human suffering?
He said he dreamed. I knew, at night I could hear the old scream of tar lung... a scream deficient in oxygen, what a scream would be years after the echo had passed through his lungs. The prostitution of pain, the explosive agony that could not fit all at once into his mouth.
(Let not the knowledge of destruction disenfranchise your soul, but depart into mourning for human