rust_is_just_the_metal_weeping Mahayana mere representations of our powerlessness in the face of time and the elements |rust trinkets of a pendulums masquerade| [time eats away at everything] in the power grid of eden, electricity flows with the confidence of rivers. streams of bacteria, pollution, lava, sentences, words, letters, binary code, acoustic bile, the amniotic fluid of rust-fed chains whose nature bleeds mirror shards like obscene patterns of polymorphous perversity converging with dissoluting minerals of ambivalent meaning...the alchemy of love is a fixation whose liberatory potential can only be realized in a kind of psychogeographical drifting that takes place in the fluidity of flexible environments. follow me through all the itchy twined frays for in my world, where our movements... beyond time... promote the iron rust of sin, chains do not shatter like glass for...["rust is just the metal bleeding"] 041213 ... applegirl and her face is just a ray of cathodes in the land of clocks and she dances to the clicking of the time bombs with her wiry strung out legs 041213 ... ever dumbening bead 041213 ... unhinged so far from what i really want with no way to reach it locked in my little cage of malcontent inferiority so far from what i really need with no way to reach it i keep finding myself in destructive hands tear me down up away i keep finding myself in destructive hands so far from what i really need because they all seem to be otherwise occupied locked in my cage of malcontent inferiority my brain stuck on a one-way negative track tear me up apart sideways blood on my tongue the blade like rust locked in my rusty cage swinging dripping with malcontent inferiority 041213 ... sab rust is just the metal weeping rust is just the metal breaking down everything breaks down breaks back into its basest form this form you take is base it is beneath you rise up rise up shed the shackles of the past and awaken yourself make yourself anew a dog barking in an empty junkyard she is the saddest sound 041213 ... jane (copper rusts green, o liberating statue) 050302 ... skinny billy_mckinney 050303 ... mourninglight then I am metal and I weep for you and for the breaking light of morning 050303 ... pSyche my heart is starting to ache just like the cracks and breaks in the metal as it will deteriorate it is crying but I do not think that I am sorry for what I did 050303 ... egger ---~ 050303 ... . . 050318 ... witchesrequiem Talent wasting...... not of own volition.... sucked into city of/or sold out aaaaaaart.......... no muses... or inspiration... NYC over rated.... need to go back to the below sea level bowl of ghosts.... 050318 what's it to you? who go blather from