Dagaz.

Swifts taunt the twilight with aerobatic grace. My mind is unknown instances. Flying against the light I race to greet the ever receding face........... Mirrors of the eternal unbroken steal blameless moments with each fitful cry of silence. Destined to die in arms of gold, against bloodstained histories. Be mine tonight in tombs of dust and forget.............. Remember code. Remember scene. Remember violence. Remember mother of god. Remember mother of man. I am done with it. Sleep at the bottom of the sea, dream of deaths trembling lips, come, come to this shore from out of the yawning abyss. Keep the lines of the liturgy in that tongue within your heart girt with thorns. Keep the keeper of the flame's unholy dance beneath the roof of your hall. Stand to face me. We become and we are and we have made so much of it and we may lose it all. Rest, my beauty, day will come.

Universal harmony.

I am the procession, I am the process......... I am encompassed, yet have I swallowed you whole. I take the average, the acceptable, the "normal", and I devour, assimilate, and utterly destroy any attempt at assertion. There never was such a thing as free speech, or the freedom of information. I am the destroyer of all that is beautiful. I shit on you, your parents, your life and all it's ideals, your name and very existence. You see all the earthly delights laid out before you, but ask yourself, what is missing? I take the average, acceptable, and normal, and elevate them to replace all else. Gods army will rip your guts out and fuck you in the street, will rape your dreams, will defile your children and curse you forever if you so much as think! I am Man! I am The Machine! Nothing is real, everything is permitted. Everything is real, nothing is permitted. And then, you die! So live! Learn the arts of war, so that you may love. Walk the crooked path, so you can be true. Oppose the righteous, and be saved!

Universal harmony.

I am the procession, I am the process......... I am encompassed, yet have I swallowed you whole. I take the average, the acceptable, the "normal", and I devour, assimilate, and utterly destroy any attempt at assertion. There never was such a thing as free speech, or the freedom of information. I am the destroyer of all that is beautiful. I shit on you, your parents, your life and all it's ideals, your name and very existence. You see all the earthly delights laid out before you, but ask yourself, what is missing? I take the average, acceptable, and normal, and elevate them to replace all else. Gods army will rip your guts out and fuck you in the street, will rape your dreams, will defile your children and curse you forever if you so much as think! I am Man! I am The Machine! Nothing is real, everything is permitted. Everything is real, nothing is permitted. And then, you die! So live! Learn the arts of war, so that you may love. Walk the crooked path, so you can be true. Oppose the righteous, and be saved!

Join my religion..... Or die!!!!!

They are all lies, these gods, devils, covenants, and commandments. A tale, chasing it's dragon toward the narcosis of total safety. Yet fear is real. The One True Religion.

The three stages of Capitalist thought.

There is nothing in the universe. There is nothing in the universe I can't imagine. There is nothing in the universe I can't imagine being used to sell Coca~Cola.

Speech.

Everything came lastly vomiting forth and before the god who wept and died and wept and died. Children born each day to the slaughtermachine ~ Old crying like a false witness is Very much with you. Stay the hand that bites the mouth which feeds, calm the ocean you walk before it. Lastly children born to vomit and corruption will achieve more and greater things in the year of my birth. Which time has come already for some, but by no means for all. All things beautiful are death. All things are beautiful death, replacing experience of anything whatever. All things in death are beautiful, replacing existence of experience. All this word and to know not to speak little of it's untimely recurrence with you and in you before the threads are fading into the dawn of our departure.

People.

I have reached out and found only myself, reaching out.

Stables.

For too long has the word been made flesh............... stretched on a rack of Mankind's idealism. For no moments pass between us ~ We, the mo(ve)ment are always here. Thriving on forgotten lifetimes is the state of children at play. And in my other hand I have crushed a word. In the night the flashing blade is given to life, Slaying dreams with beautiful splendour, Awakening unknown hungers. cODIFIED in the blood of God, Strewn to all horizons, I Osiris Am, I Sorath Am not I. The Name of God..................... IS THAT OF a MAN. First and last, they return to the stables.

A body of work.

The study was empty, He left a body of work behind him, Lying on the floor, Headless, decomposing.