The lotion now rests on their pore settlements, the shreds now lay to folds. Yeah, I think the coin's passing of bad luck from the start was a beloved thing to wonder. It's got to land on someone I guess. But now I know I'm saying the words they dread. Get busy living or get busy dying. Sweet mother, I'm comin' home.

Berate to all gree
That wears off the enamel
Splendor that sees
Plastered preamble
And it says,
"No wick can find us hurting
More than those peery pair
Of matching grey eyes,
That entice."
Mangled of apirations that gleam
Far beyond our comprehension,
Personification.
Defectus surrounds both cold mouths
Amples of tangles wit and disease
Lanterns that sheath the perimeter
Find his cast shattered.
Please lend me your fleas.
Below the raspis of Yersinia and
So glow above the catacombs of that man
Who is a cluck above the rest and
You left our pre-pampered glance.

Oh, Cassandra
You, are a lamia
Lounge lizard,
I'm sure you'll miss the cellarage.
Remember when we last sang at the cage,
Where the eidolons fainted,
The sins degrated?
The day when Fortuna deemed us united,
Bounded us with thine vocals,
Shifted, yes shifted, our spines
Into pitiful batters fit only for the damned.

That's when you started to giggle quietly,
Far beneath your breath,
Far beneath the outer form.

Below the raspis of Yersinia,
Comes manufactured pieces of cellophane
To wrap until airways are useless,
And vision is slowly decreased.

Carpets upon carpets fell to my vertebrae
Of frail serum mishaps
Soft as a field of needles,
Meek Parasites fled to the place where
Disaster shaped my own demise,
My own discovery to fascination.

Full faced splatter spites
She, canned in a jar,
Shook violently.
The cannibals all dance and cheer
Love the febriles of desolation.

Here, I still shiver until digestion reaches me no more.
No, there's no eyes.
You flock with her followers.

Blemished contracts to more concise patterns
Of miserable tactics with concern
Pinkish smears of tongue stapled to the nape
Wringed dry.

"Envision what we're going to do.
Tie a piece of twine around your ears,
Place them high above the sounds.
From there, you will watch us do our butoh."

By the end of the day, I'll be smelling like paint.

My project is now its midst of being completed. I just have a lot of filing, sawing, and polishing left to do and I believe that I will be done with it forever. Horrah. Sometime soon, most likely tomorrow, it'll be off to Seattle so I can finally grasp that newly beloved instrument. Oh, how excited I am. Pretty soon my enamel project of the penguin will be done, which hopefully will turn out as a success. In a little less than a year, the Degenerate Art Ensemble will be coming here to amaze me. Whoopie. I'm reading this book that's getting slower and slower as each page is turned. It's getting more and more predictable and is somewhat losing its flavor and creativness. May that change soon. The other day I picked up The Divine Comedy for the first time in awhile. I'm going to begin reading that again when I'm finished with my current book right now. I plan to see Star Wars very soon, though I missed the opening day, I don't really fear or regret it. If the place was something special, I'd spoof myself and do my best to dress up like Dark Helmet to create some kind of nuissance to the fans of Star Wars/opposers of Space Balls. Don't get me wrong, I love Star Wars with all my heart, come on. Space Balls. My friend went to see it yesterday at the Cinerama and he told me someone was dressed up as Barf the Mawg from Space Balls. That was funny. And hilarious. All I know, movie-wise, is that there's plenty of violence, limb-chopping-action, and that it's a lot better than the previous prequels to the original three episodes, which is good to hear. Ooh, I can't help but wonder what the motion picture of the story will look like. I can only imagine. Speaking of movies though, I saw my first preview trailer of Land Of The Dead, which made giggle and druel to the point where I just couldn't help but scream with joy on the inside. It looks extremely actiony, kind of reminded me of a mere Resident Evil a little bit, but I know George A. Romero will pull out all the good stuff and make it great. Better than Resident Evil. And because of zombies, I just want to inform all of the zombie-loving-fans out there...Don't EVER see the movie "Burial Grounds." I was lucky enough to see it with some fellow friends of mine. It's another Italian gore fest, but the unexpected semi-porn-like scenes after the opening sequence where something new. But then again, each zombie Italian movie has some kind of nudity/love scene in it, so I guess I wasn't totally taken on by surprise. But the more to the point, the movie was a complete dud in every way of the horror/zombie genre. The zombies looked like Halloween masks and hands, with some small touches of actual make-up here and there. They all had these humongous teeth the size of beevers [mind you, these are humans], each scene involving a zombie finding a normie the same exact music plays, the same exact thing happens [person suddenly is "horrified" badly, the zombie slowly, like a degree per minute, towards the person. Slowly, like an inch per minute, walks to the person. The victim then "tries" to get free or "harm" it wrongly, like they've had no basic training or knowledge whatsoever of any kind of defense, and then, well, usually they end up getting eaten], and they all wear the same thing. So I guess Italians back then die in green/brown cotton robes? It's more or less a recycled version of Lucio Fulci's "Zombie" in some ways. The exceptions of it were the munch-times for the zombies, they were slow-walking zombies, it had some good "kill" moments [maid's head slowly sliced off by a scythe], and it gave lots of good, hearty laughs. Recommendation for the movie, personally though, is a maybe five or six out of ten. I'm singing for this choir thing before a service. I don't know how comfortable I'll be up there, but I think I'll manage. Nothing different I guess, since I won't know barely anyone in the pews. I'm listening to the goody "Carmina Burana" right now, which is amazing if I do say so myself. Get it if you can. Also, today was great because today, was chicken sandwhich day. Actual grilled, tender, chicken breast on a bun with lettuce. Oh, the flavor it gave. I love it. Boom-shaka-laka, Boom-shaka-laka, Boom-shaka-laka, Boom-shaka-laka.