I think that the condition of life is held together by the destructive activity of opposing forces, which by the remnants of their fighting create new conditions of this same nature over and over. Violence is at the heart of nature and truly the only force shaping harmony.
I am smoking the sun at last -
Its flavor like the burning orange I have always flamed
inside the infernal love and lust of my mind.
I am dragging the vast and greying force
into slackened form of fated crumble.
And with the craving of ashes to become one
with blind, scattered oblivion of origins and ends
this is the eternal moment of mad imagination!
I am smoking the sun at last the core of a pleasure
The cure for sucking as it lights the way to the filtering desire.
Its now stained with hellish deposits of revolting black nauseated - my shade satisfied.
I am breathing Sun as she absorbs the moistened flesh.
And as the hot ashes of being cycles cold into heat once more;
And as the breathing rhythmically nears its repose
It reeks incessantly of glorious revolt!
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Feb 18th, 2005 07:57 AM
