+ kids! you gotta have patience. +

MTV Shows

a shout out to justin taines for this tornado.

+ borrowed from one to the next +

the 25th year on the 17th day,
gone.
a had a limitless abyss while planes stretched their wings over the seas of my living room window.
we'd stuff pussy willows into the
shelves of the floor;
hide candies that would
rot
until the hunt was complete.

we all had tempers.
terrible ones.
ones that singed the edges
of our blankets that were thrown away.

they were in hong kong
or egypt
or new york
or florence
or prague.
they were always somewhere
else.

we were expected to have
plans.
great ones.
ones that would make us shine like diamonds.
rare ones.

i forgive everyone for everything in every time and every day.
i have enough anger
for a well to spill
over.

i think i might
just
let some of it
go now.

+ it's MY day +

and all i want to do
is
listen to
LOW
LOW
LOW
LOW
LOW
LOW
LOW


SeeqPod - Playable Search

+ best film i didn't have a fucking clue about +

if you haven't seen this,
do it
immediatly.

+ Chapter XLII +

I met him in a hallway.
Sure that I had seen his rugged face before – solemn – paved with happiness and joy.
Months passed before I had the courage to dig my toes into the earth,
Stand in front of him,
And make some joke about death and fireworks and everything I hated about the world.

He smiled and listened and looked me straight in the eye.
I thought about all the mutants who never saw me for who I was. Never bothered to find out more than two details about me.
All the ones that thought they’d take over the world; their ideas flowing throughout the cosmos, ready to break and take hold. The waves. The wires. The everything-that-could-be.

Like children we were.
While the conversations in secret held more imagination and philosophical entropy than anything I had ever fathomed before.
Stars were bursting! Colliding!

He would
Never
Be mine.

I knew I didn’t want him to be.
If he were, it was bound to be ruined.
The utter romance of it all would have been washed away in the tide of changes and foul moods.
So, we kept things in fantasy.
Like castles on hills and ladies in distress.
We kept the primal nature of eroticism next to our stomachs, and we imagined our fingers running through one another’s insides.

Then one night,
There was thunder.
And there was lightning.
And Los Angeles was on fire.
Ablaze.

Destruction had come.

+ The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nation's Millennium General Assembly +

....a long title for a taste of something ultimately worthwhile....

i must give credit to miss jessica naomi for turning me onto my new obsession, LE LOUP.
for those of you not so linguistically inclined, this translates to "the wolf."

We spent our darkest days/
Howling at the moon/
Close enough to see our low condition/
And did you wish that we were one?/
Have you ever known your maker?/
Could you ever lead your song aloft the mountain tops?/
You could never swing that dagger./

Give your soul to us/
Give your heart to us/
Give your soul to us/
Give your heart to us/

besides the gift of sound that LE LOUP brings, and here's a taste:


SeeqPod - Playable Search

of note is the title of their album, which has now become the title of this post.
a william that i've mentioned before let me in on the secret i feel i should've known long ago.
instead of regurgitating the facts, here they are:

"The Throne parallels the Book of Revelation in other respects. John saw God on a throne of shining silver and gold surrounded by a multitude of angels, and Hampton obviously strove to capture that splendor. The birdlike wing forms, his dominant decorative motif, may have been his interpretation of the angels described by John. Whether or not Hampton actually expected his throne to be occupied at the Second Coming is not known."

Please read the entire essay HERE.