terrapinstationed
03-09-2005, 04:34 AM
"stupid genuis" -mike zickafoose chapter 1
The Rebirth
“Bleeding Virtue in a Crippled Machine
We Race amidst the Whispers of Tomorrow
To Penetrate the Abyss of Lone Dusk”
I remember running, running till it seemed I drifted; a streamlined penetration into the infinite stardust. It was soon I became truly jointed, something so inexplicable and wondrously suffocating blending at the same moment in time. I was the night and my shell of self did surge with mad exultant delirium. The wind was like true pure soaked freedom, a god’s tonic, and it gnawed at the weight of my heavy soul. This panic laden frenzy nourished heartily from the inner sanctum of my self. The deep endless chasm wrought fears, dreams, and lucid perception and they all bled into the void. A reality was sacrificed and consumed as if apparently never existent. Shell-shocked this brazen misanthropic angel drifted into the night’s cool stars.
In mind with this my gaze, my self fell downwind into the night. Oh how these long but few centuries beat at my head. I am, am I? Existence, emotion, truth, and death all this pulsates with erratic breathe to scream LIES. In an endless second my psyche fragments and it is creation born. A creature of reasoning shattered into a million electric lives all in purposeful harmony. There was nothing to propose a reality that was thought to be present before, a universe was forged, a genesis of soul enraptured. I shook in adamant resurrection and felt life vibrate beyond the mystique.
My senses so overwhelming yet so blindingly true over swept my being. I as can recall, had an immediate shriek of crippling regurgitation. The groans of sweet laughter somehow graced with the outpouring of sweet fervent tears.
“There I was steadfast
Breathing in the centrifuge
Picking up the face down
Cards of my Existence”
I attempt to assemble part of this carnival of sensory overload that is meshed before me in semi-recognizable patterns. The surge and depth of the vibrant assault is a terrifying chapter of dumbfounded ecstasy. A high on seemingly endless spasms of corrosive feelings coupled with chemical deluge is a recipe for precipitous consequences. I am numb, lifeless, true void and again catapulted into the hierarchy of naked feeling. My flesh, my soul bathes in a million distinct and volatile orgasms of pleasure to erect a disbanded carcass back to life. It was a Sistine chapel, paradise in mere clouds, dust and dew I was witnessing and engulfing my soul. The sun, the beacon of new day promise began raping warm delightful patterns in every contour of my being. Enriched in comfortable agony, I convulse and expel bittersweet remnants of the prior being. In all honesty, I believe a physical stigma of my emotional insides coming to grasp with my surrounding state. With a mighty roar or better true guttural howl, scream defiance at this summons to return. I cannot fight the fervent embrace exuding from my semi-paralytic soul. Hazily I stagger into what was, together in our natures being once again. This twisted consciousness immersed in embryonic stupor seeps into the vast world from my every aching pore.
“I Walked out of my Mind
Forsaking Dreams and Time
My Silent Prophecy
Swooning Enlightenment
Blind Mans Euphoria
Pulse, Flash, Ecstasy
Faint Visceral Visions
Stark Cryptic Convulsions”
The sheer morning air struck through my spine like electric tornados. A mighty crack, true deafening thunder seized my fragile skull and I wavered in full adamant confusion. These eyes, like forgotten tombs unearthed, unwelcome the obtrusive sunlight. What are these? Are they hands of some demonic angel to wing me off to fiery depths of my own hell? Am I truly dead? The gateway to the unanswered lay before me.
“I hear a Butterfly Scream,
Oh Caterpillar Nightmare”
However the demon I long to see is but dark foreboding elm, limbs like lightning frozen in time carving their way to the heavens. A wonder of nature I see in this harbinger of deep new morning. I weep, for knowing your humble author a mere fragmented reflection of the awesome spectacle I feel and see before me.
I am however truly mistaken in my forethought. It is not the same world, or yesteryear reality, the morning air does not fill these lungs the same. I have breached a new dawn unlike no one before. I was baptized in torrents of majestic nightmare, crucified by life’s buried feelings and thus I arose in all my vacuous glories. This collection of dirt, stone and death is your world that I now trespass onto and awakens before these pale blue eyes. I long for never ending flight, bleeding into forgiving cosmos. I like the countless stars sleeping in the vast galaxy, will ascend and burn vigilant and true, till my return to that comfortable oblivion.
“Do we Stir, Hold Breathless Awe?
Comfort Self, Ritual Bliss
Simple Song of Midnight Sleep
Nurturing Mental Garden
Shivering Kaleidoscope
Seducer’s Whispers of Dreams
Talking God, Fallen Alter
Sound Mar’s Innocent Words
Shrill Fevered Laughter…His? Mine?”
The Rebirth
“Bleeding Virtue in a Crippled Machine
We Race amidst the Whispers of Tomorrow
To Penetrate the Abyss of Lone Dusk”
I remember running, running till it seemed I drifted; a streamlined penetration into the infinite stardust. It was soon I became truly jointed, something so inexplicable and wondrously suffocating blending at the same moment in time. I was the night and my shell of self did surge with mad exultant delirium. The wind was like true pure soaked freedom, a god’s tonic, and it gnawed at the weight of my heavy soul. This panic laden frenzy nourished heartily from the inner sanctum of my self. The deep endless chasm wrought fears, dreams, and lucid perception and they all bled into the void. A reality was sacrificed and consumed as if apparently never existent. Shell-shocked this brazen misanthropic angel drifted into the night’s cool stars.
In mind with this my gaze, my self fell downwind into the night. Oh how these long but few centuries beat at my head. I am, am I? Existence, emotion, truth, and death all this pulsates with erratic breathe to scream LIES. In an endless second my psyche fragments and it is creation born. A creature of reasoning shattered into a million electric lives all in purposeful harmony. There was nothing to propose a reality that was thought to be present before, a universe was forged, a genesis of soul enraptured. I shook in adamant resurrection and felt life vibrate beyond the mystique.
My senses so overwhelming yet so blindingly true over swept my being. I as can recall, had an immediate shriek of crippling regurgitation. The groans of sweet laughter somehow graced with the outpouring of sweet fervent tears.
“There I was steadfast
Breathing in the centrifuge
Picking up the face down
Cards of my Existence”
I attempt to assemble part of this carnival of sensory overload that is meshed before me in semi-recognizable patterns. The surge and depth of the vibrant assault is a terrifying chapter of dumbfounded ecstasy. A high on seemingly endless spasms of corrosive feelings coupled with chemical deluge is a recipe for precipitous consequences. I am numb, lifeless, true void and again catapulted into the hierarchy of naked feeling. My flesh, my soul bathes in a million distinct and volatile orgasms of pleasure to erect a disbanded carcass back to life. It was a Sistine chapel, paradise in mere clouds, dust and dew I was witnessing and engulfing my soul. The sun, the beacon of new day promise began raping warm delightful patterns in every contour of my being. Enriched in comfortable agony, I convulse and expel bittersweet remnants of the prior being. In all honesty, I believe a physical stigma of my emotional insides coming to grasp with my surrounding state. With a mighty roar or better true guttural howl, scream defiance at this summons to return. I cannot fight the fervent embrace exuding from my semi-paralytic soul. Hazily I stagger into what was, together in our natures being once again. This twisted consciousness immersed in embryonic stupor seeps into the vast world from my every aching pore.
“I Walked out of my Mind
Forsaking Dreams and Time
My Silent Prophecy
Swooning Enlightenment
Blind Mans Euphoria
Pulse, Flash, Ecstasy
Faint Visceral Visions
Stark Cryptic Convulsions”
The sheer morning air struck through my spine like electric tornados. A mighty crack, true deafening thunder seized my fragile skull and I wavered in full adamant confusion. These eyes, like forgotten tombs unearthed, unwelcome the obtrusive sunlight. What are these? Are they hands of some demonic angel to wing me off to fiery depths of my own hell? Am I truly dead? The gateway to the unanswered lay before me.
“I hear a Butterfly Scream,
Oh Caterpillar Nightmare”
However the demon I long to see is but dark foreboding elm, limbs like lightning frozen in time carving their way to the heavens. A wonder of nature I see in this harbinger of deep new morning. I weep, for knowing your humble author a mere fragmented reflection of the awesome spectacle I feel and see before me.
I am however truly mistaken in my forethought. It is not the same world, or yesteryear reality, the morning air does not fill these lungs the same. I have breached a new dawn unlike no one before. I was baptized in torrents of majestic nightmare, crucified by life’s buried feelings and thus I arose in all my vacuous glories. This collection of dirt, stone and death is your world that I now trespass onto and awakens before these pale blue eyes. I long for never ending flight, bleeding into forgiving cosmos. I like the countless stars sleeping in the vast galaxy, will ascend and burn vigilant and true, till my return to that comfortable oblivion.
“Do we Stir, Hold Breathless Awe?
Comfort Self, Ritual Bliss
Simple Song of Midnight Sleep
Nurturing Mental Garden
Shivering Kaleidoscope
Seducer’s Whispers of Dreams
Talking God, Fallen Alter
Sound Mar’s Innocent Words
Shrill Fevered Laughter…His? Mine?”