Saturday 8 November 2008

A Poem for Friends in the New Dark Age

I AM YOUR PHALLIC MOTHER, AND LIKE YOU, PULL DOWN THE HATCHET OF TWELVE
I AM YOUR EASY TIMER, AND WITH ONE SWIFT CRASH DESTROY THE LOVELY CITADEL
I AM NOT YOUR MOST BESTEST BUDDY
BUT YOUR MOST BESTEST BUDDY IS FLOWN
AND WE MUST MAKE A LIFE HERE IN THE BLUE COLD AND ASH
SO IT IS TO YOU I CLING
AND ASK YOU TO FOLLOW THROUGH
I KNOW THAT WITHOUT YOUR WIT AND JIVE I WOULD HAVE LOST CHRIST LONG AGO.

-Sudy

a dialogue before sex

The girl in black dropped her pants at the foot of Makena's vitased and slid the thick curtains so that there was no longer natural light in the small chamber. She glided along the side of the bed and positioned herself, kneeling near a round little table.
"You're reading...The Revelation of St. John?" She lifted the end of the club-like volume in her hands, and let it fall again. Makena gave the woman nothing in response but glared at her with a small contemplation, waiting for her to do the next thing that she would. The woman in black leafed over the rigid cover with her left hand, brushing past the first few score pages, until finding one and looking it a little intently. "This is very funky. To me, this is a funky thing for a person to read." She flipped back a few dozen pages and then closed the book, turning with the sway of yellow hair to view dust mote constellations in a shaft of white light. With a correct examination of dust, she thought...we can learn for ourselves the identities of what life forms have passed through a building space and what physical processes or activities have been performed there. In this same way, the unmanned Hayabusa spacecraft will someday snatch dust from the back of an asteroid and reveal the climate of our early system of Sol. When at last it returns.
"I read it because it reminds me that nothing good will last forever. It talks about the end. With my lifestyle under these psychotropic walls the end is going to come sooner than I would hope, darling. My thoughts must be directed at the end of everything."
The woman in black, who was no longer in anything, looked to the floor and scratched each of her knuckles uncertainly.
"Is this...the right consolation?" She said, touching the book.
"No...it's, it's the best consolation, darling," Makena said, stretching out his arm and taking her cold hand inside his. "I know you think I need something real. But nothing here is; I wake up and my house looks like a fucking Escher painting, the weather outside is different everyday so I can't make any plans anymore, and I try to build something constant out of my connection with you but every time you are here you don't act the same way. Nothing yields to prediction. Nothing takes its time or glides past soft and kindlily."
The woman walked a little away from him, releasing her hand. She closed her eyes to drown in thought. Her curves were plaintive in the twilight, half-existing, as she did nothing and ruminated on what she could say to him next.
"Then you make peace with the chaos." She turned her head upwards to gaze at wood panelling of the ceiling. The hibernating screen framed in white fibreglass softly sung a continuous D#.
"That's...that's it," he said, looking at her with wide eyes.
"I understand you, Makena." She turned at him impulsively, flitting the curtains behind. "I understand you more than the woman in your picture link."
"But you are barely here. Lumina is with me always."
"Then Lumina is a disastrous fool, for she doesn't understand you and she has you in this state."
"I would be in this state anyway. What do you even know of her?"
"I know enough that she is no consolation for you."
"I'm sorry. But I love her. Lumina and you are the same, you are aspects. I know we have been slipping...slipping into something that can only go wrong, that can only end in...in tatters and sadness. But I want us to try to start again. I want it to be the way it was."
"You think I am the same person but I'm not, Makena. You talk to me as I am the physical embodiment of Lumina. But it has been too long and you know me too well. We have slipped but we cannot go back; it is too late. Look into my eyes and hear me speak. I am a different woman. I invoke your God, listen to me. Look."
Makena trembled, blocked his sight, time passed and drove into him apprehension and guilt and disorder in the blank blackness behind his quivering lids. At a climax of horror it was enough; too much. He fought the fHe took his hands from his face and made a long glance at her. Softly, a transparent liquid sank out of her blue irises and weaved pathways down her sweet, dry face. Makena's eyes betrayed a look of unrestrained horror.

Monday 27 October 2008

Letter from Man to God

Dear God,

I sure hope so.

Man

Wednesday 8 October 2008

Drow

Mow my lawn you bitch of steel
Beats like these are oh-so real
Day to day I do not feel
Real, real, real, real

Run run the angry sun
Oh the hillside's so much fun
I am he with the malformed gun
Run, run, run, run

Break me apart and build a drow
Where the sun shines anyhow
I'll lie before the edge of now
Drow, drow, drow, drow

Friday 3 October 2008

(an experiment in lulz futurism)

The turntables whirred in their palace of wires. The bedroom spacecraft was tinkling with the sound of Ligeti.
"u r blates seec intae torrent."
"no."
"ooooooooooololololollllllll y so mad u r totes to thine a lulz king!"
"; dr," he said. But this was the room in which nothing could be unread.
"u r torrent liek a chorris, blates blates blates blates blates. Torr whorr."
The room darkly returned.
"tl; dr."
Laughter was the spirit and the air cruelly giddy.
"Aaahahahahaha," -It came so naturally. "SO, if ye waz d'loading some heavy trax fr/ a torrentbay, wtf tbh w/ you choose for t3h qualz? the hi- qualz vers.? or mbz a smooth med. qualz.? or low qualz evn?? Lulululululul."
"Ur soo rare. Stfu."
"2tru, nigga. Rare as cher, fface. U wan'z gl1tch up some shit or nud?"
The turntables whirred again and the music slipped into its twirling place. They danced; and time lost what time was.
one fine day, you'll look at me; and you will know our love was meant to be
Stevie moved like it was karate.one fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
Janie jumped like she was in love.the arms I long for will open wide; and you'll be proud to have me right by your side
Time left its painful hold and their freedom beat down like a white anvil of loveliness.one fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
you're gonna want me for your girl
you're gonna want me for your girl
you're gonna want me for your girl

Sunday 28 September 2008

THE INSULTING NEWSPAPER

Okay, Yadda yadda yadda, updates, updates, alright. This article was requested and then forced into production by the Poor Citizens' Education Bureau of the United States; the following is being written on the 12th of the 3rd, 2063. I'll start with the more interesting topics first because I really wouldn't want to trouble any of you with the economy or the environment. A man was shot dead today after thirteen rifles were fired into his chest, okay, not rifles, whatever, bullets, fuck off it won't matter to you anyway, um...his chest exploded, like, 'cause he was shot. The scene in Malcolm X; if you got through all three hours, he get's shot, it's kickass, that's what this looked like. Isidore John Curtis was just 23 years old (that's young for someone without syphilis) when he was shot dead in the chest sixteen times, sixteen times, shot in the chest...sixteen times, chest, shoot; I may as well repeat the keywords a few times, fuck it. He was a doctor. He had a wife. It's sad. If your children are dead from syphilis and you haven't paid the rent you don't have to feel morally obliged to be upset about it. If your children are dead from syphilis but you now have the money to pay the rent you should probably take some time to register your sadness. Simple morals, simple people. As the man fell to his death his last words were profound and touching but unfortunately the weight of readers could not handle them because they were kind of like when one of you goes to a theatre for some fucking reason and comes out smiling and saying "Oh, it was all a bit weird, it was an interesting experience though, and I'm glad I came," or "I like that opera music, but only in a certain context, I don’t think I would listen to it at home", if you know what I mean. Oh, yeah, lol. I remember. Oil has gone fucking crazy. Srsly. I'd recommend suicide but the airborne ebola is finishing you fuckers off pretty sufficiently anyhow. But holy crap dude. If it wasn't for the fields and fields of wind turbines I own, I'd be fucking bricking it, lol. Seriously. I read the paper this morning and I was like whaaaa?! HONESTLY. The oil has gone fah-hucking mental I tell you. Prices like the crown goddamn jewels. I wuz like hol-lll-lll-yyy shiiit, the serfs are screwed now. LMAO. Probably shouldn't laugh. Lol. Okay, next up, politics...once again, neither of the candidates have chosen to herald the cure for syphilis..and it's all fairly boring- I wouldn't recommend that you vote. Um, that's about it, I guess I should tell you about the candidates- John Merton, Isiah Mutton, Philip Franciscus, Philip Franciscus is probably going to win, he's a capitalist it won't change much and no there still isn't a cure for syphilis, you whiny ungrateful bastards. Okay...so, oh, yes, Science news. Yeah, science. Um...listen, I honestly don't want to insult you, but I looked at this science yesterday and I was like FUUUUCKK that's some complicated logic they got down there. Thing about science is it's kinda big-minded and that, I mean even ME, like EVEN ME ololol only delves into it like once a week or some shit just to see what's down. Like no, I mean I'm not an idiot, obviously, I KNOW about science like obviously yeah I mean basically I do obviously KNOW about science like I do KNOW what it is obviously ololol. Like I don't just say shit to pretend I know things and insult other people to make myself feel better I do actually KNOW these things like what to talk about mate. Um but basically in the world of science there's been a new theory that has been recently released about like this, like massive atom collider in like Spain, or I think Spain, yeah, and apparently like if they don't, cuz they've built it like over a whole few decades like so apparently if it doesn't go well then it will make like a black whole or something. Yeah I saw that like on C4 last night, this documentary it had that guy in it with the...the wheelchair guy. Actually, it's funny you should mention that- I mean me mention that, I mean I mentioned that, but apparently in Japan or China, or somewhere they have made a bomb that's more powerful than like the atom bomb. I don't know if they want to use it or whatever but it depends on whose finger is on the button and who's calling the shots and whatnot in the white house...I sure as fuck know I wouldn't be happy to be one of you shiny little wankers right now though- makes me happy to have a sky base and 300 well-oiled whores as revved up as the army of King Leonidas. Gtg lul