it stood out
more than any other
you took me by surprise
to lead me on
you lead me on

you get so near the end
your faith becomes a new thing
it's so warm inside
I know I'll never
I know I'll never die...
anything worth having is worth giving away...

lay my soul
to rest upon
the stairway
that leads me on to you

you keep myself up every night
my eyes just open wide


I want you all to myself
it makes me just love myself
and how it makes me just lose myself
and how it mixes and it will not
leave no it will not leave

To make a decision
That is just a process of elimination
A choice to two is not enough
I view both ends with mistrust

Told to love because another hates
No middle ground to mediate
Your reasoning is tyrannous
I view both ends with mistrust

I feel like I'm an exile
And I think of you
I feel like I'm in exile
And I can't get through

Can't you remember the painful strife
And untold waste of human life
For arrogant judgment of their crimes
We've been too wrong too many times

And those who wish to continue on
Acting as if there's nothing wrong
Blinded by your false pride
We sit and watch and help them die

As the extremes push their ends
I watch as the lines begin to bend
As tactics fail in self defeat
I watch as the ends begin to meet

I'm told I'm the puppet master
yet feel like the puppet
The scissors are in your hands
how can I be the puppet?

Do you worship God?
Or do you create God?
Are you an artist?
Or a work of art?

This is the region of boundary violations, border raids, penetrations, some pleasurable, others catastrophic , of synergies, brawls, everyday life raised to a degree of full embodiment, and yet still indistinct, romantic as an erotic dream, at once a wilderness and a pleasance, a chaos and a ritual space, the democracy of the mingling of bodily fluids, of divine invasions, of polymorphous sensuality, sharing the break-down of boundaries, the infinitude of passion, the shaping power of desire.

Oh my.

the day everything became nothing, i was standing underneath a streetlight, wishing i had a cigarette. i can't recall anything unusual about it. if there was something in the air, if the skies had clouded over, i wasn't aware, i was too bored to care. no thunder roared. no lightning cracked. no missiles rained from the sky. this was no sneak attack. there was just suddenly this awful lack. things had changed, that's for sure. the day everything became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on what had gone wrong. the alleys were still dirty; the garbage still smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and total surprise. this was no apocalypse. no one heard a voice from the sky, there were no miracles at the 7-eleven, no one screamed, no one even asked why. it was just like everything had somehow, quietly died.

Do you ever cut yourself with those scissors just to know that you are still alive?
Does the pain remind you?

What did Nietzsche say was the greatest triumph over religion?



is my religion.

Have you ever sang the song of songs?