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| Friday, January 27th, 2012 | |||
| 10:25 pm | entomb .people seem to be drifting again.. .on the surface.. .using almost anything as a reason to divide.. ..don't know if any indication of more serious matters.. .could mean almost the opposite.. the spirit of some may be taking back its power.. .yet what waits for that which remains dead in the water.. .is hardly for me to say.. | ||
| Thursday, December 29th, 2011 | |||
| 7:05 pm | yodos s'kiva ..one . .should . .... .not be upset.. .by utterances of the programs who are programmed to program.. ..who perceive nothing but the program and errors in the program.. .who see a resistance to work entirely within the program as a DESIRE ........................................ ........................................ the mercy of the sociopathological adept; they who perfect the mind until it cannot be resisted; may not break their puppet strings.. .but it arrives.. .in the dissolve of patterned façade.. .to allow their greed to throttle the mind the center stage.. ..where their claws so nearly embrace another throat.. .one should accept this mercy, as to bequeath the bearing soul the same.. ..one should not wish for the move to be taken back, for the illusions rewoven to seduce once more the careless, flameless orb left by paralyzing PAIN, past clemency, past undoing, past differentiation of the fires and those who drag you out in time to prolong the burn, past recognition of the looking glass between the damned and the outerworld and its seal unto the infinite, past consequence, past all shades of purpose, past time locked to any self, past the absolution of all that can stand before this glimpse of pain unturning.. unto this double-edged marriage of blood and radialwire, feeling and sealing, calculatingly instant, remote as near as none know.. ..allow the treachery, the unimagined transfixiating horrors to meet thine eyes throughout the worlds that have crowned them.. ..lest you avert your gaze still to hold them to your frail chest.. and in turn; the worlds that still weigh upon it.. | ||
| Thursday, September 9th, 2010 | |||
| 1:36 am | Harvest ..the crown of creation; ..worthy of nothing but scorn.. Failed abortions that never should have been born. Liars ..two-faced, spiteful, and vile.. Your true self well-hidden.. behind a poisonous smile.. ...Deceiver: .no deed shall go unnoticed, unpunished, nor be undone.. The hope for reprisal is what makes my body go on. Kind words that reek of betrayal.. ..from tongues that .drip.. of lies.. One hand reached out while the other is hiding a knife.. ..Deceit for a Lifetime has taken its toll... .An emotional void, I feel numb and cold. You're all dead to me now, and has been for long.. The time has come to reap. Reap what you've sown.. I detest all of your kind.. Forever you'll be the greatest travesty; the essence of humanity. ..You failure.. The equivalent of slime. A tragic breed, not more than a disease, so stay away .from me.. ..Deceit for a Lifetime has taken its toll... .An emotional void, I feel numb and cold. You're all dead to me now, and has been for long.. The time has come to reap what you've sown.. This harvest is heavy and bitter, it seems.. In tainted soil it has grown. These words are its venom and my gift to thee, so choke on them now and leave. me. be... A sorry excuse for a human.. ..a complete and utter disgrace.. ..not having the courage to speak. up to my face. ..Deceit for a Lifetime has taken its toll... .An emotional void, I feel numb and cold. You're all dead to me now, and has been for long.. The time has come to reap what you've sown.. This harvest is heavy and bitter, it seems. In tainted soil it has grown.. These words are its venom in its purest form, so choke on them now. Yes, harvest the storm. ...harvest the storm... --Naglfar | ||
| Friday, December 25th, 2009 | |||
| 4:26 am | INCOMING! Go! We're dog sick tired of hearing that noise; your hideous, shrill, nerve-wrecking voice.. ..but, oh my god.. you're so blind.. ..never seen, never realized, must divide.. Well look at me, what do you see? Another trophy, a living-fucking-dead beast? Close your eyes, take a stupid name.. ...your sold for the toxic ways.... ..exterminate abnormality. .care for what you call reality.. ..but you will always forget one thing I'd like you to know; I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker. I don't give a flying FUCK, motherfucker... I don't give a flying- I don't give a flying- I don't give a flying fuck! The wild slip away from heady interference.. .when the phony people talk all over my shit.. But to my breed; thee, yes I go... ..so fuck hypocrisy and fuck you too! INCOMING! Say one.. more word.. I double-dare you.. (Bring it on!) It's my world. You're in it. It'll take you down in a minute. .you can alter your look, diversify your race.. .but the truth stings like a fist mark in your face.. *** Well look at me, what do you see? I know that's how I feel, a living-fucking-dead beast! ... Close your eyes. Decontaminate your soul from the toxic ways. exhibiting abnormality ..careful. what you call reality.. but you will always forget one thing I'd like you to know; I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker! I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker! I don't give a flying- I don't give a flying- I. don't. give. a. flying. FUCK! INCOMING! Say one.. more. word... I double-dare you.. (BRING IT ON!) It's my world. You're in it. It'll take you down in a minute. ..You can alter your look.. .diversify your race... but the truth seems. like.. a bitch slap in your face. INCOMING! --Children of Bodom | ||
| Wednesday, January 30th, 2008 | |||
| 3:33 pm | Anyone in or near or willing to travel to the Warren/Detroit, Michigan area and open their home to a young, friendly German shepherd mix named Krause for some limited amount of time: please contact me or ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8){kind=small} uranicusangelus soon He can only stay where he is now until Friday. It's also not an unlikely possibility she can transport him herself if you're some ways out from there.. ..just as long as you'll take care of him and give him back.. get in touch please.. {updating this after the comments, horizonrider can't take him herself right now} | ||
| Sunday, July 1st, 2007 | |||
| 7:27 pm | To whom it may concern, The next time you feel the need to send one more of these ..friendly. scouts of the House of Marcus or their subsidiaries my way, I will not be as polite. Current Mood: disgusted | ||
| Monday, March 19th, 2007 | |||
| 3:11 pm | food scare Menu Foods Recall Document Cat Food List Dog Food List http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=pet+food+recall I don't know how serious or widespread this is, but you may want to stay on the safe side and take careful heed. Remember, there are always alternatives. Current Mood: confused | ||
| Saturday, March 10th, 2007 | |||
| 4:05 pm | Fuel Aright! Scornful, relentless memory Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the violence, inflicted upon you Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Little you, still like a claw in my eye Pulsating organic rage I should have let you off of the hook Mind... drifts into dynamic pain Universal onslaught I'm on my own (One soul, one hate) Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Damnation, holocaust Devil horns for you to ride Time for the angel to spread his wings and fly World opponent, wishmaster of gruesome pain Stormtroops' frantic fury, demoniac spitfire! Abortion of religious life, ..distinguish. .the. rot I Hate You ...to a level of intoxication... ..Don't feel alone, I've got enough.. I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren.. Fuel for Hatred to mankind
Current Mood: come closer | ||
| Friday, May 26th, 2006 | |||
| 9:50 pm | patterns' edge
Current Mood: trusting | ||
| Monday, February 6th, 2006 | |||
| 3:31 pm | "...and then we played duck-duck-goose!" ::laughs:: | ||
| Monday, January 9th, 2006 | |||
| 10:32 pm | blargidy  CAT - your daemon may be a cat if you are independent and comfort loving. You follow your heart and do what you want to do - no matter what others think. You have a strong sense of your own worth, and an inner dignity. You may be loving and generous in one moment, and then lash out at someone in the next. You have as many moods as there are colours in a rainbow, and you wear them all brilliantly. You always know what you want right now - although in five minutes you may change your mind and set your sights elsewhere. You like to do things with style and flair. When someone else orders you to do something, do you feel an unholy urge to do exactly the opposite? That just might be your inner daemon talking. What Is Your Daemon? brought to you by Quizilla | ||
| Monday, November 21st, 2005 | |||
| 8:17 pm | "...with a faerie hand in hand.. .for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand..." my faerie godmother's birthday... er.. .birthweek.. .she decided she needs at least a week to celebrate it.. as words give chase to thought, voices are honeyed in a razor's mirrored edge, ..trust becomes the failure to fall fast against the abysmal cracks of needs too great.. aging hearts push on while minds trade reign, and dead weights are dragged to the fires... ....remember the free spirits.. ..those who cannot be caught... ...yet whose wings may, in all their might, slow down .to embrace this world... | ||
| Monday, November 14th, 2005 | |||
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| Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 | |||
| 4:53 pm | eyes to transport From : Irene Ponce <ireneponce@earthlink.net> Reply-To : ireneponce@earthlink.net Sent : Tuesday, November 8, 2005 12:00 AM To : "nelalist" <nelalist@yahoogroups.com>, "LA32neighborhoodcouncil" <la32neighborhoodcouncil@yahoogroups.com> Subject : URGENT! THE ANIMALS ARE STARVING TO DEATH 11/7 Very depressing day... Today we found 3 dead cats at 3 separate houses. These were cats who had only died in the past few days. Two of the cats were found dead on their front porches next to empty food and water bowls. The other was found dead on the back porch of a house where again, no food/water was available. Why did these animals die? Because we do not have enough people to feed them. This is not a normal city on a normal day where animals can search through trash for scraps. This is a city where the majority of the residents have not returned so no trash is being generated. This is a city where there are no puddles for them to drink out of because it has not rained in over a month. This is a city where there are no residents who will feed them because very few people are actually living in New Orleans. This is a city in a crisis. These animals have nothing but us to help them. I hate to say it but the animal community is failing these animals. Today we only had 24 people to put out food and water stations in a city that has thousands of animals on the streets. It is a tragedy that these animals made it through the hurricane, made it through the flood, made it through another hurricane and are dieing because they don't have enough food and water. Please don't think that someone else will go and help...because they won't and they're not. Please get in your car, get on a plane and come to New Orleans to help put food and water out for these animals. We currently have over three thousand locations in our database where we know animals are hiding under porches and under houses. I am begging you to please help. We will provide you with the list of locations and all the dog and cat food you will need. Just come... All the instructions you need are on Animalrescueneworleans.com. PLEASE don't let anymore animals die... Jane Garrison | ||
| Sunday, November 6th, 2005 | |||
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| Wednesday, September 7th, 2005 | |||
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003 | |||
| 10:26 pm | Solven Some days you just ..wonder... y'know? Like why am I wading in a lake fetching a tennis ball for some little kids I don't even know? there are times I can barely believe my surroundings.... I'd anticipated this so long.. not exactly ..like this... .but the idea.. of this part.. from this side.... I'd felt such excitement... seen this as such opportunity, such honor... so much of that has faded.. ..and what remains stirs such rabid impositions at all to cross a layaway's hardened induction there is nothing luminous enough to blaze through my besetments in any seen algorithm.. ..in letting go of that initial thrust I grow weary, stolidly contemplating the long haul.. ..still find it hard not to sink below my scope whenever these phases of unknowing carry to considerable length.. not knowing how long it will take to catch up to myself.. or how effectively I can.. Felt uncertain of wills numbering my days.. ..my prospects have been back and forth so many times.. without actually getting my hopes up... I watch them, overhead, and wonder of such flexibility remaining where I've cast myself to... .I don't revile the gutter... the smells are more metallic than the old underground I'd find comfort in, but it has very welcome place .under the weight driving onlookers to their conclusions.. ..don't want to follow them; where they're bound, ..just grown eager to leave my current well of safety, doesn't seem like the best type of safety, certainly, ..anymore... So much spurn and spite rules this place beneath the struggle and creature movement, and I don't trust these madly writhing deadths.. Sensei says sacrifices are for the weak.. Full circle, he stays the roots of our plan, beneath my trembling, mourning, shedding neurosis, and I no longer feel ashamed to leave him there... ..must see this opportunity to overcome my weakness from all sides.. Sore from the underwelled futility of this station.. and aching from the contrast after savoring my first mortal tastes of the good greasy life.. I grow virulent.. .not at callow desperation.. that would choose either immediate domicile.. just. .fucking mad.. Status is hard to overlook, upon the first effects of any solven. With little basis. in bicameral signals.. the near illusion rages as relentless as it can and worsens easily.. it's pathetic. .and it's sickening... and as its forgeries writhe in places irrefutable; 'neath the veil, ..insurmountable in their wake.. I stay low, waiting for the inevitable.. as the clouds thicken betwixt the poles.. and the tar tells of the shore.. were it there bearing fissure.. and fish.. yet I can't stand being away from my mom.. hid for hours mummy-style by a litter box, with a couple old friends, under a plant.. to be near her at an overnight engagement... ...planted my worn wariness. boding with a young royal, expanded decadently before his arrogations of dying form and supply, intearedly uneffusive, as within; unchanged.. a pet before his notice. merely without procurable appropriation... ..at only her side, .and my own sile... My recurvsive bent wears into my faerie godmother, allowedly.. ground beyond time, she knows what she sees.. and I can't curb the burden on her as long as we share hope.. kind of depression that's not so emotionally crippling.. so it just lingers.. I can only offer the expressions free to flow.. amidst this route joy sets alight.... Brae side, the deposit confirmation is only welcome, as my poised scutterling ionesences go to work, successively.. The perspective is adequate distraction and teaches further how to cope.. this stale pier makes virtually no use of its border on its own.. .but wishing it sink is pointless without regard for the waterway.. .sickness is a very soul-centering process... during which one must push away all activity of disturbance and are forced to find refuge enough to rest and breathe long enough to win the body over to accept its journey for another phase.. 'tis well-embraced, always, ..and yet I still dread the hardening. that comes with advancing position .upon the same path. Unready, half-hollow, and morose, it is perfect, without giving credence enough to confuse the notion to resist discomfort as a kind of logic. Following instinct. to the old forms. nothing can speak up to obstruct, and choice is made by the presence that shows dominant. I can wait. I can meld. I can cry... to the center. But I cannot hold staff down to where no resistence is conceived. I cannot form destiny, undersampled and unmade; owed the ire of ored oled over-ruled, understandably canny.. in lost reaches... My Credo is such to oversample, my function is such rode in eternal presence, and my pace allows no overlap. I shall serve. dead squirrel update - long gone.. someone carried it off in the first days... | ||
| Friday, April 18th, 2003 | |||
| 10:49 pm | Constriction Upon a short walk I encountered a squirrel laying in the middle of the road - motionless. Knelt to check his pulse. He was still warm, but had already passed. The body had no apparent lacerations and the furry features looked undisturbed.. Thinking of the corvids I layed it upon the lawn at roadside... but realizing the land, the thought-angles, the children, it became evident that. in all likeliness. the spectacle would further disposal.. The body started getting limp on my way home, and I broke my gaze upon its wide open pollen-stained eyes; void of effluence, and the cautioned care of my hold that catered the idea it may spring to life all of a sudden.... Laying it in the backyard I regarded it more consistently as meat, though its lack of exposed carné ambrosiance, save for the trace of blood formed on an eyelid, kept it from attracting considerable interest... Though this was not my kill, and I don't normally eat of creatures whose death remains a mystery.. it led me to pay notice to my long-risen proclivity for blood.. ..but.. ..I couldn't just tear into the little guy - first, anyway.. I doubt real scavengers experience this kind of inert complex. ....maybe I should just bury it, I probably would have already if I hadn't given myself a freakin' lifelong trauma about digging.. It's been ..different.. these past days... depressing.. yet not as empty, feeling traces of life in parts of me one might assume dead.. ..is an improvement, but hard to embrace.. gets so overwhelming when you care for things that have become so scarce... Physically I've taken the opportunity to just.. laze.. rebuild my nerves... not so much a decision as an effect with a change of signals... ..yet much shows to pull me back up to an old stance in things.. ...and to support more of my family in their path.. it's interesting to see how the world doesn't stop when you rest your eyes a bit, I think I need that sometimes... And let to sink deeper.. to hold more.. the points of decision come clearer... That kid taught me a pretty good lesson, albeit unintentional.. Can't say if I'm done with 'im... could still hold up from the lower section at my weakest.. hard to really see it as his call anymore... but blindness can run deep... heh.. | ||
| Friday, April 11th, 2003 | |||
| 12:36 am | Caught ..poison breath.. ...poison smoke... ...poison lysol... Been so many days.. Sounds like Mara's moving furniture up there... ..yes.. that floor's been subjected to an ongoing grind.... ..were the others not under rest they would have intervened.. she leaves the house filled with the smells of decaying incenses and a sour fear... ..in the rain.. .unusual.. the noises return with her.. ..her manner has been more wholly soaked in her divisiveness and other devices since receiving a message.. I've been different since the night before her nightmare... a different phase... desperate upon recognizing the stasis in darkness... But I will not own her heaviness; and what she does to herself... I wish I wasn't afraid of everyone sometimes.. Beyond the crowded residue of all this divisive energy; lying torn and unmelted, ..is so much life.. ..but it seems so foreboding, encountering these miniature veils; scattered in what's looked as the here and now.. set about in worth held only by the testers.. ..I don't know about y'all, but to us it's a mess.. ..I'd ..bark at it.. had I the energy... But I'm not sure whether it's only a matter of energy.. in staying so hard put to reside over the ledges of movement... I've felt caught for some time.. And I've seen so much of these things, these last days... and a logic tied to their wresting source adds they'll keep coming... And I've forgotten kindness more than once. ..it is made not to be, but it is.. I'm not light enough to be carried entirely by the intraflow fashioned for my breed.. Using what I can, it does not keep me from falling hard... ..and waiting for the distant pain to cycle.. | ||
| Tuesday, April 8th, 2003 | |||
| 2:50 am | Utter mundane Wanted to go to this big open purebloods-selling-their-crafts-in-littl sheesh... that's why they're called April showers.. But was probably for the best, she was fixin' to bring the letch, who's had her sights on too much pureblood lately for my liking, and was all intent on going.. I've felt a sunkeness growing these past days.. ..an overall feeling of dead-endedness.. met with a lack of control and an upsurge of lust. An excellent combination for suicide. I shiver thinking of the moment this composite balanced to its peak, ...and I couldn't break the pull of my own will. I don't recall my guardian ever raising his voice to me quite like that before. It is good to be cared for. I try to respect this, as the negative elements seeped deeper; though the balance shifted; both life and death harden before me. I stand against my core bearings. Not humbled by worry, indeferent to others' grief... Weary at the sight of all the weeping, brokendown souls down near theirs, sunkenly seeing this mass of precious, precious life look cheap from the mere spectacle of this array of fast-falling brilliance... Poised as if I could ride the wind again with my chained mother of whimsy... ...or walk again with my lithe mother of discipline. I brought Blue lunch out in the sun and stayed with him a little while... He took everything. Turkey. Gravy. Stuffing. Sweet Potato. ...Even the broccoli! Was lightening, even though I got caught out and bitched at for it. I broke a plate the other day, I'd been kinda angry, ..but all I did was drop it... over a table.. about an inch.. and it split in two.. It brought me to a very long-felt and now undeniable conclusion: our plates suck. 272 (big plate little dots) + 240 (medium plate little dots) + 208 (bowl-borne little dots) + 192 (small plate little dots) + 168 (saucer-worn little dots) + 64 (cup-fettering little dots) = SUCK. I mean, we got these cool little Shinto-ish ceramic bowls and all this Noritake shiznit, but because those're too good we end up eating off this hard-ored poz poddin' shatterware.. ..I mean I speak to these little bitches.. ya know? I give 'em the tor-reelin' sone bukkake*nods@Queen* levenin' starcitongue their enticle ancestry could really temper up with, right? But they can't take it.. they just keep showin' cracks that run deep and showing me their six-2-nothing crap while I eat worrying over granules of jagged corned-shimmery-nothing-plate... ....and they're octagonal.. they've got these big octagonal borders that produce all these fault zones when handling food or being handled... ok.. don't get me wrong now.. octagons have some good uses, I know... they slow the regs.. (though they gettin' wise.. and dem neo-regs never had the pride).. they keep most of the cardo fucks off our Pleiadian asses.. ..they even save a few ducks for our bellies when they're feeling all dogey, but c'mon.. plates? Why? What's so great about a plate that doesn't roll very well and sets all stiff in cabinetry and bloody infrasternal notches? Too much offkey design with these Brits, I say.. they made themselves ordinatized.. it's no addendum that gets them conceptually claustrophobic, yet they continue to export their mere frustration, and they know it too, but with reflectivity growing with the photon influx it's of less and less use... Perhaps they could remember how to concentrate their creativity instead of chasing themselves to dust if they hadn't killed their dragons... Speaking of dragons I finally heard from Aurora again... who seems quite forward unto herself these days.. I feel somewhat renewed, hopeful for our branch... content to wait a bit longer. It will probably pass. My universe is ravenous. Nevertheless I'll do what I can. | ||
