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April 24, 2008

free association

Filed under: louis roux — ABRAXAS @ 4:00 am

falling rain, blowing wind, a death of guilty murmuring, a head of fire immune to consolation, the kind of thing that makes a life of hardly realized perceptions together with an inconsolable angst and, very much like the thing of what i do not know, the nearest you’ve been to holding my hand since judgment day, alone with praise, worship the false idol of your heart, ripped apart, forced to start, once again, without the immaculate conception of a christ held within the womb, set loose on a world that knows no fear and knows no joy and without the feeling for a release, daynight light, blood flowers in flight, such a horrible sight, horrendous (not a real word), king of all the land, with seven ways to start a fire, seven times to try and die, brought forth form miss. communication, several cries for help, a thing beyond my hands, a thing withheld from knowing day, plastic, jacket, nine times i wanted to learn to fly, millions of acres of acrid land, a lost being within, i don’t know where, but it escapes to johannesburg, seventy-four hours stuck with me, no sleep, no connection, no real way to let it, resurrection, false thoughts, love without lust (or vice versa), time to let control, out of it, “i don’t know who you are” well neither do i, millions of forgotten words carved into my arm, a cloud, no connotations or perceptions or deeper meanings, just a cloud, covered in a blanket, warmth, lungs, abortion of the cancer that grows in you, a shameless pitiless you, sheep, communists, seven days in all of the world, a history, his story, god, windows through which you cannot see, a sea of regret, nine, the colour blue, a bruised swelled insight, ego ape, control freak death of a dead martian, venus in flight, a naked corpse, a river, beckoning thrift, thrush, lark, no jokes, no laughs, morbidity, dictionary definition of my name, a longing for freedom, rights, right-minded, left-handed, blood curse, oedipus, dinosaurs, destruction, apocalyptic definition of a word that doesn’t exist.

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