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your going to have to look harder [23 Dec 2005|02:21am] your going to have to look harder in deeper syntaxed and encode. your not looking close enough, but you have looked at a barrier you looked at a pile and took it out sorted throught it piece by piece havent you done this before? i know you have. i havent done a thing except maniupulate but never act never would i act in an arms lenghts advocation im eating bitter lemon rinds because of you the salt in my eyes drank all my tears im ruining a bed of nails with my back because of you i have a lot to say because of you. have so much happenen and then when you become a product of your experiances and the label that goes with it is imperial and imperative to shut me down. break me down and wear me down. let me be this white knuckles ball a clear flame. let it let it. i am all explosions. you, dont talk to me. and you watch yourself and you, your wrong, and you i am no person now and you yourself i am no person now i am no person now how am i not myself? you. angels below | throwdown

more like an exception for all stories [21 Dec 2005|07:04pm] kept in elbows tightly the boy takes up little space, tight worn heels caress blistered ends like rain the dust still kicks with other ramblings he has a drawing, a few lines are ok sometimes its overbordom and bearing, im clawing in water and for the first time i think im forgetting how to swim like fog in a jar just like ecology. here comes the horns half and half half and half faster for boy. be speed. throwdown

alone is a place in the heart not in time [10 Dec 2005|03:33am] you got one reason alone. so i say likewise to save my breath as the cold air caves in at my chest. its fun to just blow some smoke or pretend to. where is that pink sky like a photo shoot im waiting. always waiting and always going down. further, the world is inverted to me which explains my introversion but i always march myself like royalty even when i know. i know beggers cannot be choosers and poor me i am such a phesant. rags and rags and dirt and coal in. so close bet obviously too far, i just this time is just a waiting pool. again ill hold esteem that in the next life ill be blasted up a class or at least a slot or two. I can conduct as if i could just do any other old thing but it is not wat i decipher out in words and phrase but what i sit and wait for. dont come with retorts, dont tell me half-sies because i will half that. Half of anything is concurently less then before unlike modern day nature. basically it is a bad thing. were has all your passion gone? where is your manners? where are your hands? where is your innocense? where is your agressiveness? where is what you want? i sit here and im planing on this: the posibilty for monoxide, maybe a happy ending, maybe a broken set, and possible nothing at all. I could just become a vegatable. where have you gone? your not you. You dont treat me like me anymore. Go down but dont take me with you. down is a place were you need to be alone and you need to deal, your not going anywhere because you cant be alone. Yet you think you are but that is an illusion. all about you. all about you, all about you. watch this next move it is all about me. now you see me. now i disapear and behind me i leave what you gave. throwdown

trip wire is chicken [09 Dec 2005|05:30pm] pill like five pounds tearing your stomach apart. can i not change the sheets for months the crumbs are all stuck and itchy i dont exist with out my sides so put your felt pen aside because im going in. im going in. graph is green as grid as dark. pill like five pounds tearing you apart. tearing you for scab to heal change your sheets and scrub scrub now pick up that pen and tear holes holes in minds, we should probaly go in. im going in, so are you. throwdown

All of our lives that moment is this... [07 Dec 2005|12:00am] All of our lives, that moment IS this. when the wind blows cold, there is a cone by you and your at the end. An empty wind tunnel with engery solely existing. Behind that cold is hot because of the intense engery moving that mass of air. All of our lives that moment is this. Everything can be broken down to the smallest thing which is energy. That moment is this. We are only exisiting in the moment as it is and that is the only thing that is real. The past is an illusion, the future is merely and unproven idea. These moments they are us. Our meta-physical selves will sit on shelves because we could just be a product of an oncoming dream that is being had. These moments we exist in, its not that they are crucial to our being in any means, but we'll parade on the fact of new chances and beginings. However when that wind is blowing, you have to pack everything you take for granted tightly or else the wind will blow them away. We need to be more mobile and own less because of our sittuation. All of our lives that MOMENT is THIS. We need to be ready and responsible, but in the sense of if that wind blows everything is in the right place. We need to place our moments, possesions, ideas, and movements in a place we can remember and keep them from blowing away. We are going to need reminders. Those moments move like soliders for charley. We need to find a resting stop. All i am trying to say is all of these moments are happening and we are them, There is one collective concious and we are all apart of this huge movemnt and it is call right now. Right now we are leading a revolution in to the next movement. This is religion and what all of those books are trying to pull you in by story. This is The Greater movement that the world will see. All of our lives that moment is this. I am brought here in this moment, this is my purpose to say this because this is what is going on in the moment and this moment im writing this to all of you and this is why we exist. We exist cause your parents fell into moments, their parents before that. We exist because Mark Reynolds says we can and because he is a creator. We exist because Jessica Berliner hurt her knee in 7th grade. We exist because i went to day camp. You get the point. This is the greater moment because it is now, sometime has past but its still the same moment for me cause i havent stoped this is all just coming out just the way ive been dreaming. I hear wind therefore i am? Yes, since we are all under collective conciousness we are the wind, the snow, the ground, everything around is a product of ourselves. There is no way i know you see something the way i do. We can love the same album but the question is are you hearing what i can hear. Can you feel that, how you feel right now is the moment and that moment is this! i i wish you could understand too. i see through a new vision and a new light. Sobriety, and oxygen fill like clouds and martrys we gladly fit together as one. The reason why we clash at moments because there are so many realties at once. There is one right near my forehead and others in the sky, they are everywhere. All these moments try and catch up with one another and harmony is achieved, but we all have our moments of doubt and anger, and basically what it comes down to is our moments of negativity. One spur of that and another around this huge collective concious, starts a dramtic race and there always a crash then a personal delema, then arguments, then the next thing you know that one negative breath of fuck you is causing the green house effect and the next dessert storm. The patterns keep going. Thats why we need to embrace Every moment because that moment, that one right under your nose is this. This, is our world.................... to be continued angels below | throwdown

we arent friends anymore [20 Nov 2005|05:28pm] i pushed and got tangled in the weave and i extend and extend again. I talk only the best of you good friend. But it seems im rude and my sense of humor has a knot just like the one in your stomach. Im not going to stop until something is dragged in the mood completely lifeless. Your arms of those of snakes playground and theyll go first because dont use them right anyways. Ill make sure to find bumps in the road old chum. You are going to a section in my library under excommunicated. Im faster leprated like an ajudcated viking ready. Youll find this to be the very last. never again, hope you find your way. signed angels below | throwdown

45) you got me going [17 Nov 2005|07:21pm] Lets talk about all paths, because someone has crossed mine. Everyone talks and talks and ill stand strong till your all dead. I am forever, i can do whatever it is i want. I know nothing of trouble. You are all looking for an obvious, and yeah thats what i want all of you too do. Keep looking for pattern and a certain car with a certain name. that will do you know good for survival. Speaking will make matters worse, im cutting you all off. You get rewards for a sublt laugh, that just puts you in deeper. Dont forget i own all of you, you are all living a certain way because of me. Im infringing on all of your beinifits to increase my half life. And you diamound eyes like the cowar of frail epilogs you, for you im going to pull your halo down and rip it againts the ground against my boot. You are wrong, this is my liar no being should cross over the boars lair or else its the boar that will be eatting you. Looks like you wanted to roast and now its the baster and your the roast. You dont fit and you wont, you dont like this music do you bloke? You are now set to the pulpit and i will never stop till silence, till the silence, till the moments of fucken silence when everyone is in awe and i am standing like centuries running buffalo with great speed and stature greater than all the greats and god himself. I am non other than your reckoning and you will beckon and you have no apology and you are not going to die to the ego nature but something of rampant infestation of cephaloid fevers, and brooding boils. I see it through the right light chivalary this my fucking possesion, this is mine this is my empire because i built and me and my knights do away with your kind. You didnt listen 1 and again 2, my caged animals have been rabis and are hell bent for you to move to three. I hear your calling the man and you think i cowar at that, they have nothing on me, i have no part. I can deny and lie, and cheat and steal a rape and pillage as i please beacause you little brother should be very afraid because cars crash, people eat bad food, you know you can slip, and slip hard you will dear friend. I say this all this mouthful so much so hard now because things happen and when they do where will i be? can anyone find waldo. well dear friend looking foward to seeing you face down. What you took from me so early and dear is was before its time and you need to learn law little chap. i hold this great endevor to be true under all and any places and if there so be a reason why and why not,such as a pation. Im under a lampshade and im not here, im not here anymore. Happy hunting, keep your hands at both sides eyes open and heartintrested in begging and praying. tell your parents you love them. Im going im disociation, im going where i please. - throwdown

one more for the team [01 Nov 2005|12:03am] one, one more. one different then the last. one will one day find its niche again for now lets draw texture on plain chairs like the color me effect. just color me gold. one more one more, one more. just one more. 19 : all and nothing happy birthday good friend, oh lord oh lord youve made it. angels below | throwdown

[27 Oct 2005|12:39am] mr and misses 10 /forever throwdown

the count earns for countessa [28 Sep 2005|12:38am] i never thought id count the days and i never would assume i would want to earn a thing. generally one would skip stones as far as the eye but we just want to do it just right. there starks a dark spot and no one is dancing, you choose to speak of lone while im trying for royalty and the tapestry toples over the bowery and there are runs in the rug as the ashes from the fire breath from the cold smoked frost. The ottamens all have rips and the castle is a mess because the king isnt home. His righteousness is need in beckoning for the fair maiden who believes she is marooned and widowed, but they forget so fast because a bowery is only fools tote and tapestry is just decoration. The only thing left now is hearts in their hats. The queen of hearts and king of hearts are on deck, they need to be drawn together we need the castle to blow smoke out of its cauldron therough the enfidelong. The mill wheel spins and the wheat is turning silk the air is changing. The fair countessa is dusting, and fabricating but slightly slowly. Religously the kind is like mist so mysterious and enchanting creating a mood of pale colors that bight at the knees. The jester is practicing with fire while the servants are cooking stew, the fair maiden places her necklace around her throat, the cold necklace quickly gets cooled by her warm skin. everything is moving now, the knights are oiled as the candles shing brightly. Reds are placed with golds and the velvets are all unraveling themselves to set the table like the drizzling of syrup. the extractions are all coming forth, the clouds are moving in. the candles are lighting themselves as the clouds come like stalions as the wind wistles deeply. the countess sheds a tear for every reason. 10, times i have sinned,9 times i have let the frost in, 8 times of chilvary, 7 times of evading colors, 6 times of repeating, 5 peices of chocolate, 4 forever she will love the king, 3 seconds till the gates close, 2.....1.......the knights start to lower the draw brigdge but the queens tear drops the the floor as everything smears, she breaths and gasps and everything is set up for a feast, her tears are falling and the bridge is going down but then in the clockwork the clock strkes and the bellchimes as it vibrates it gets harder and the bridge is moving down faster and faster and the queen screams and the knights stop and those clouds moving in are the king and his men shaking the ground with there black stalions and wild equinestation. the bells are tolling and his majesty like an acrobatic slips under the bridge as he dismounts his horse and catches his dear countess from fainting. she opens her eyes and the tapestries are all glowing while the candles converse, and as the citadel is theres and the bells toll while a motet repeats lusum intrasit aurus. angels below | throwdown

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