Fjords to Cthulhu

The Waxing Moon

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 03:50:26 GMT

The lights in the yard like distant stars, and I'm naked and cooing. Like some beast not meant to be here. Why do they shine lights and yelling, I am afraid. Dart guns and honey bees. Why God am I dizzy, is this what happy sounds like, all buzzing and humming. Swatting at bugs, face down on the ground. This is love.

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 08:46:29 GMT

I'm sitting on a keg, bitches

Letter to Odessa in Eden

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 13:33:03 GMT

Shivering with sweat dropping it gets so cold sometimes. Emotional and unstable when I thought all this had died. And so far behind where I am, I could leave myself tonight. I wanted to tell you how beautiful you are. Perhaps it's why I find it so hard to let you go. When all the world lies dreaming. Of something to quench this loneliness inside. I can't fix it, but I wont sellout on you. This eve, this morn, or past the crest of time.

Tid Bits form the Future

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 20:46:50 GMT

If the cycle of man is 8 not 10 years the porcupine will lead us well into the new year! Bathe him in milk and sweetwater, yet beware lest you anger the porcupine. Let the beaver be your guide.

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 04:11:56 GMT

welcome to the year of the porcupine

Fri, 05 Nov 2004 23:29:55 GMT

page 23 the fifth sentence

Each, with it's own "divine" path to paradise, hath accused the other of heresies and spirtual indiscretions.

Tue, 19 Oct 2004 05:32:37 GMT

Let you not leave. Least it leave, and be gone for far to long. Let this be for the rest of your life, and know that I love you. And all the flowers I made out of the puzzle pieces that never really fit, and spinning seem slowly dreaming. Of windy days when all the leaves are falling.

my serenity prayer pt1

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 00:37:33 GMT

Wanting more and slipping past that portculis gate. All the white walls to baphomet standing firm some tall, I pray that mother lets them fall. Wanting more now falling past that portculis gate.

Mon, 30 Aug 2004 03:17:09 GMT

"We've been, trying something new, looking at something from a different angle, under a new light. Almost to see it for the first time. But to do that we need your permission, and we need you to find a place that's both comfortable, and vulnerable."

Did I mention the last time I was in Asheville I damn near killed myself. What a wicked game I play. Who knew page 147 really worked, that's just so odd. Hold that thought, now blow it up, blow it up, and excuse me.

So it's pretty good a?

Mon, 12 Jul 2004 00:39:23 GMT

The past week was like pieces slowly being put together.

I really wish people would stop yelling at friends who have only the best intentions (well you know intentions) twards the benefit of Mr. Kite. I mean really! Ya just don't cross that line you know. You really should look at how you show up.

Kid A and the summer of the Beaver has a sad tint to it and it might mark the way I'm looking at you. I am still fully aware of my actions so you be the same way.

Winner Take Nothing.

bill young kicks ass

Tue, 29 Jun 2004 17:17:31 GMT

Through angled line and folds in time I summon this dark gate to one unseen who lies beyond the threshold of a dream

Thu, 10 Jun 2004 02:56:43 GMT

On Thursday the 7th at about 11 at night I ran my car into a house.

Mon, 07 Jun 2004 09:35:10 GMT

I'm watching the sun come up.

rubber souls bounce that

Mon, 31 May 2004 09:02:41 GMT

Went to a bonfire party tonight and hung out with my little brother and his girlfriend. Had a great time everyone talked to, got kissed hugged and still feel this way. Love sucks you dry.
I'm a hater in that I hate them, and I hope all the bad things in life happen to them, and them alone. Tto quote some german fuck "The scum on a shallow pool"
Life has been the hills like white elephants in that I sold my soul and love it. Don't think about to hard.

Summer of the Beaver comes finding me laughing.
We hope you choke.

Sun, 02 May 2004 19:08:11 GMT

In threshing deep forest
let me linger there
Immortal Gaia!
Forever in my dream
drawing warmth from chaos
pushing on unseen

And now for one of my favorite quotes

We the unwilling
Led by the unknowing
Are doing the impossible
For the ungrateful
We have done so much for so long with so little
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing
Larry Wall - Inventor of PERL

Tue, 27 Apr 2004 00:00:44 GMT

bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They fucking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility,
is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor.
You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
bloodninja: Fuck am I hard now.

Sun, 25 Apr 2004 13:28:42 GMT

How to Make May Day Wine & May Day Punch
German Recipe
You can make your own Maiwein (May Day Wine) by using a good white wine
and flavoring it with woodruff (also referred to as herb walter, master of
the woods, sweet woodruff, wood rove, wuderove).
For a Maibowle (May punch) you can add carbonated water or champagne.
The following recipe is from "Joy of Cooking" by Rombauer and Becker:
Place in a bowl:
12 - sprigs young waldmeister (a substitute can be fruit and spice
ovals flavored with waldmeister)
1 1/4 cup powdered sugar
1 bottle Moselle or other dry white wine
1 cup brandy
Cover the mixture for 30 minutes, no longer.
Remove the waldmeister.
Stir contents of bowl thoroughly and pour over a block of ice in a
punch bowl.
Add:
3 bottles Moselle (dry white wine)
1 quart carbonated water or champagne
Thinly sliced oranges, sticks of pineapple and, most appropriately,
sprigs of
waldmeister, may be used to decorate the Maitrank. (May punch)

Ying-Yang for 420 Boy

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 20:52:23 GMT

April 20th means only one thing, to so many different people.
Because it's not just me, that's smoking down. It's the whole damn planet man.
Some like to sit at home, and smoke their bong in peace.
While others like to raise some hell, all throughout the week.

And now the bad news, as you follow me on over to this site.
http://www.marijuana.com/420/archive/index.php/t-28059

Touch of lust

Sat, 17 Apr 2004 23:51:57 GMT

An update for all you bitches, you know you've been waiting.
1) My ideal mate is pagan, left hand path. Long hair with nice tits and a really nice ass that she knows how to work on the dance floor. Gothic and in boots. She wants to fuck me in a graveyard every night.
2) My meal of choice would be steak. This could be with anything in all honesty.
3) My ideal magickal ritual would resemble the works of Master Carroll, Dr. LeVey, Master Crowley, and Dr. Aquino - of course I would be ripping all of them off. It matters not how straight the gate, you fucking prick, and if I want I'll rip you off as well. ( of course i'm speaking in terms of a ritual, you little fagot )
4) My choice of metal is platinum.
5.3) My study would include wall to wall books, with the exeception of the swords over the fireplace. A coutch near my Oak and Cedar desk, and runes of power on the door.
5.6) My ideal deck would have to be at tree line, with a zip cord running off it.
5.9) My ideal driveway has baphomet ingraved in it, next to the house.

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 15:33:23 GMT

oh the wind and the rain

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 13:29:42 GMT

Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a
survival... a survival of a hugely remote period when...
consciousness was manifest, perhaps, in shapes and forms
long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing
humanity... forms of which poetry and legend alone have
caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters,
mythical beings of all sorts and kinds...

- ALGERNON BLACKWOOD

Beaver and I

Tue, 17 Feb 2004 20:36:39 GMT

My 4 Dimensional Warp Generator # 52 4350a series wrist watch seems to work just fine, though i'm looking for the external memory adapter for more precise places in the time line. Would anyone in Raleigh know where to find one, not that they are made yet, so I understand if you don't have one. Update: The silicon used in the nano-gigabit memory adaptor seems to work only once. Is it because of the crystalline allotrope that makes it unstable after the initial jump? Perhaps a variant of the same could be made with carbon...

kim kelly

Sun, 15 Feb 2004 00:30:46 GMT

will i be playing bass for the reformed no mere mortals? I used to jam with these guys, and did the roady thing for 'em a long time ago. hell, (someone) was the first person to buy me a drink in a bar, and i was 16, hahaha. met proud mary last night, and jammed to powerslave, and some other great albums until about seven in the morning. yes, i'm still drunk.

ok, two girls, one night...what should i do? i think i'm just going to watch a movie at a friends house. cause i'm sick of being used like an old piece of friut. the two ks

Grimepoch, happy day of birth!

Sat, 14 Feb 2004 00:15:34 GMT

just wanted to wish you a happy friday the 13th! i don't have time to tell you what this day means to me, though i will, and you'll be waiting for it with deep breath i'm sure...

my idea of valentines day

Fri, 13 Feb 2004 04:15:57 GMT

valentines day means so many things to so many different people.
for me it's like whipping the camels ass, cause hey, it aint easter.
for some they simply like to drip hot wax on their lovers genitalia.
still others just shoot heroin.

although the madness of our day can take it's toll on one.

i myelf would like to see us all make love, and money shot their faces.