judas sabbie "if her divine master plan is perfection maybe next i'll give judas a try" ok, so its another tori quote, but some of the things she says just can't be phrased better. other_peoples_words 010612 ... kelli crane priest 020113 ... lycanthrope The sunset was not red like blood, the sky was blood and inscriptions were hammered variously out in unknowable order - piercing the cavernous deepening blue overhead into trails of gothic constellations the line of an ancient explosive lashing of light. Peripheral but not ignorable boundries in space. The inspiration for moral and causation tales, unignorable, like the liminal shadows which formed matrixes of colorless leaves and gallows and my body yet before they all become the same, i shall have my say, i shall write the first gospel - you see, my kiss, was my own snare, not an escape, the battles of the day can know no end - i'm always here, seeking reference points - it is not enough that you left me, you must become the sun and make me the moon. it is not enough that you love me, you must become the warm mud slipping unabashedly between the subtle webs of my toes, while the rain's slight reproachful chill, while which makes my ears numb like papa's boxing, while i seek to hood my thoughts in a box of burning rope. But because, it is not enough what i've done, you persist. You are suddenly the wind's stained currency, you are the earth and darkness and you seek my betrayal forever. I search for it everywhere, but cannot find it twice, thought now all call it me. You are even this tree, you will facilitate my floating suffocation. Let no one ever say, my savior, that you are innocent, or that your hands spill only your own blood. You are everywhere. You are also me. My betrayal is of me, is you, is the mountains coming down from the shade and shaking in the light of an awesome glorious morning sun and still remaining dark; is a horizon that makes promises and breaks them because there are so many eyes. Just like mine. You are this morning, which discovers me, drowned in those eyes, purpled with them, my kiss dried on my lips. Forgiveness never in rhythm with time or light. 020506 ... Ssamayyel was disemboweled by the force with which he hanged himself 020507 ... gatorbabae couldn't he just point to him from afar? i mean really, did he have to go up and kiss him, who suggested that as the official signifier anyway? 020507 ... pointy toothed blown cherry anyone see that not-so-good movie Dracula 2000? The theory was that Judas was the original vampire. Hanging from the tree, dying as the sunset, never to be in the light again. Cast away from god, and all things sacred. All for a few pieces of silver. I like the idea. 020507 ... grendel Yeah, i rather enjoyed that premise 020507 ... me and he hung himself on the judas tree b/c he had carried out the same act of betrayal TWICE...saves you having to read the whole novel 030711 ... stork daddy the banality of evil, or the evil of banality? you get strung along. you forget what makes a parasite a lover. you'd betray the son of man with a kiss. you'd say hail rabbi. you'd hang yourself with the same indifference. or maybe it'd be your last attempt at love. 040317 ... nom http://www9.nationalgeographic.com/lostgospel/index.html 060406 what's it to you? who go blather from