Archive for November, 2003

XVII – The Star

Oh fuck I can't breathe. It's as if the last fucking however-long has come and jammed itself down my throat. Everything I wanted, right here. It's as if right, right now, I find God, concrete my faith and realise that there's nothing left to worship. A thousand tiny eyes turn...
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XVI – The Tower

You have a beautiful life. You have a family that love you, a little home in the middle of that special nowhere, friends that smile to themselves about you in private. Never to each other. Every morning you come downstairs and watch the sun rise from the comfort of your...
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V – The Hierophant

Wake up. The world is beautiful, you're missing it. I miss you out here. The world is cold and lonely without you to hold me. I wish that there was more to say. I wish more mattered but breathing, and even that is less precious now that you're absent and...
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XX – The Lovers.

Sometimes looking into your eyes makes him want to cry. He could never look anyone in the eye, he always felt fake, or burdened. With you he could trace the iris and lose himself in the many tones, with you he could keep still without breaking. With you he could...
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V – Justice.

And Happy Birthday to my cherished Allyne. I'm sorry I wasn't at home on the day itself, but a package will find it's way to you, once your address is known. The echoes of conscious boundaries between Archangels, Angels and Daemones fail when defining those that think they ascend the limits...
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The Magician

Rewritten, rerevelenced. The witch and the librarian move together as Saturn comes under Venus, confusing those that don't watch too closely. The magician will observe stars and influence them, as he has always done. And the stars will dance again and again, flittering at each other, spiralling around and around, more...
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Skin and Inhibition

The defenses are holding. Long live the machine. Worshipping the machine. Dancing around a small totem of biomechanical muscle, clapping hands and spitting, writing music and knowing that no, I didn't. But these days I have religion, these days I feel at one with the One I know, and the others...
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la la la la la

I am completely operational and all my circuits are functioning correctly. I am completely operational and all my circuits are functioning correctly. 7...
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Mushrooms

Feeling a little placid now. A lot has been on these last few weeks, and now, suddenly, I'm thrown into a week in which I have less than five plans. So it's back to music, and I'll start properly working on Sudi, or actually make another man-sized dent into Cara...
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Wake The Dead To Do My Bidding

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