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An excerpt from something that I wrote today...


...I look out my window and see those perfect lost inadequacies, nauseas, prophecies, human oxen of Rhodes. I see their one-million starving, and I see their perfect lost ghosts, those lion-hearted souls who spy in on the house of God while drinking speakeasy mescaline in the arms of dead machinery. I see the sandy peaks and molten ash of that liquid salvation, who furiously spun his human trains in the kindness-begets-kindness afterlife, while Homer recites Villon and Mighty Atlas enters space-- Zarathustra sighs, “It is so peaceful up here.”




Today I completely realized the idea of "the epic in the ordinary".

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: A Silver Mt. Zion- Could've Moved Mountains

from something that I wrote today...


...I look out my window and see those perfect lost inadequacies, nauseas, prophecies, human oxen of Rhodes. I see their one-million starving, and I see their perfect lost ghosts, those lion-hearted souls who spy in on the house of God while drinking speakeasy mescaline in the arms of dead machinery. I see the sandy peaks and molten ash of that liquid salvation, who furiously spun his human trains in the kindness-begets-kindness afterlife, while Homer recites Villon and Mighty Atlas enters space-- Zarathustra sighs, “It is so peaceful up here.”




Today I completely realized the idea of "the epic in the ordinary".

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: A Silver Mt. Zion- Built Then Burnt, Hurrah! Hurrah!