July 28th, 2013


"Kill Your Fear"

"Into The Fire"

Mother teach me to walk again.
Milk and honey, so intoxicating.

I'm reunited.
Into the fire,
I am the spark.
Into the fire,
I yearn for comfort.

Open the doors that lead on in to Eden.
Don't want no cheap disguise.
I follow the signs marked back to the beginning.
No more compromise.

Free the water that carries me to the sea.
You I see as my security.

And into the fire,
I'm reunited.
Into the fire,
I am the spark.
Into the night,
I yearn for comfort.

I will stare at the sun until its light doesn't blind me.
I will walk into the fire until its heat doesn't burn me.
And I will feed the fire.
~ Sarah McLachlan (1992)

Fear and Pain are my only "higher powers," and I am slowly murdering the motherfuckers. I will have no power above myself.

A Day in July

I don't really have anything for an entry.

Except a dream from this ayem. A shard of a long dream now forgotten. But in the shard I can recall, I was in my old 1959 Starchief*. I was driving, and Kathryn was beside me. The was a Mexican child in the back seat, and there was her mother. A great round bloom of the reddish fire appeared in the sky, and we all marveled that the sun could ever be so red. But then came the realization that it wasn't the sun, because as the nuclear fireball swallowed the world, we saw the small white sun.

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Smelling Summer,
Aunt Beast

* Fuck, I loved that automobile.