Dream

Walking to the Kappa Iota house, as it is connected to all the other houses. They are three tiered and slanted forward. The structures look extremely unstable, but I walk into the vicinity regardless.

I am in my bed resting. When Julian Casablanca appears, he starts to sing without any legitimate words and serenades for quite some time.

He then abruptly ends and hands me his guitar pick, which has an outline of an alien with green and black. He converses with me of what I don't recall. He inches into my bed and proceeds to touch my arm.

My alarm goes off...

I don't even listen to the strokes..
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Little girl- Julian Casablanca

I've lost control of my insides they are everywhere on the floor
On your head.

Its a disgust
and you are immaculate.

Daedalus made me with virtuous intentions,
but my conscious melts when I am too close to light.
And I can't refract you into anything beautiful through me.

Force is not something to commend
and rightly knowing I continue to press matters
of which I hold no clout

an insect is more noble than me
that it will press onwards with drive and direction
and I will watch it in my lazy stupor.

I am the pitiful creature.

Hooting and Howling- Wild Beasts

STRONG

Bold strokes
Tell the teller where the honesty and nobility lies

They tinge inside, but they can't release
It spits up in bits and slime.

Slice open thine head
it is where my entire world is contained

All those disillusioned figments of possibilities and hopes.

Foolish.

And I'd rather be the jester than the fool.

Live in the same device.

Confidence of a fast moving bright teethed bird catcher

And yet, it is all humor anyways.

Fitting all my expectations based on others conclusions

So exterior that I no longer have a body
I would fall in your dreams
I would be the dew that falls on your face in the morning
Or just fall in general

I just want to bring ease

Because I have none.


Andrew Bird-Take Courage

FANTASTIC PLANET

70s Surreal Satirical Animated Film directed by René Laloux

based off the novel Oms en Série by Stefan Wul

WATCH ONLINES!


Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8

Wading through the vault
Looking for files that have been misplaced and forgotten

Using fleeting memories as a face

Old ideas are faded and condensed into oddities
That can't be discerned

I would have you gladly take all of me
And turn it into something

I'd rather be intangible
Remove me

I'm wandering around in these tubes and synapses of past and hopeful futures
Of fancies and curiosities
Of lies

the unfathomable weight

Of all my feelings attributed to one concept
That is not within the realms of reality
The tears that are shed of abstract context

You nameless creature, have all my passion
And insight

Whatever that may be
I want you to have all of it
I want you to eat me ravenously

and then destroy me

please.

-artwork by Indio-

-a good tune
Vast- Touched

Soap&Skin


She is a remarkable young woman also known as Anja Plaschg
and is only 19.

Some compare her to those such as Regina Spektor, and Bjork.
But I must compell you to listen, this is unlike anything I have heard.
A strange lingering darkness and beauty is contained within this reminiscent being.
Between nightmare and peace
child and old soul
There is Soap&Skin


Marche Funébre

"To most people radical change is even more odious than cynicism. The only way between the horns of the dilemma is to persist at all costs in the ignorance which permits one to go on doing wrong in the comforting belief that by doing so one is accomplishing one's duty-one's duty to the company, to the shareholders, to the family, the city, the state, the fatherland, the Church."

Aldous Huxley