scratch_pictures_on_asylum_walls burning from the inside Broken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX ("Antonin Artaud") 041210 ... Borealis when my walls are the dirt outside your door, and my asylum is the whole world, that still can't hold all of me sidewards upways, downside centigrade on 041210 ... oldephebe e looked like a guy on a day pass from a mental ward. The willing and wanting lined up behind his bipolar brigade. This self proclaimed sage. A mad raving excommunicated cleric, caught up in his sacreligious speculations. he led them to the cliffs edge, beyond the periphery to be broken upon the shoals below. And all the dead in the earth, burrowed through by fat worms shifted and sighed and the light even in the brightest paradise of men became mottled and clouded as if decay and grief knit itself into a mist and began to feed upon the light. 041211 ... RIC "He" 041211 ... sab because there are no words anymore there is no help comming we have been here for years without hope i drew a picutre of my son its rough but its all i have 041211 ... oldephebe So about this mad cleric. What kind of iconography did he inspire? And did his theological usurpations even in fact result in coaxing already neurotic and highly suggestable people to mire thier psyches in the deleterious muck, the insidious thicket of his ersatz theology? The poet Wislawa Szymborska, writes about the horrific absurdity of life, how each layer reveals more horror and more absurdity, the patterns of the fates seem to correspond to some cosmic algorythym, some proto-geometric construct but it just turns out to be another avenue into mans pointless ruminations about the vagaries of fate and the seed of his origins. Just another journey into the dark. ... 041211 ... god heidi + mothman forever 050222 ... unhinged just triangles and maybe some old faint hexagons isocoles scalene obtuse regular irregular congruent incongruent 3X2=6 3 6 hypotenuse hypote.....nuse incongruent hypotenuses melted together 6 open the gate 6 3 becomes 6 just triangles and maybe some faint hexagons from more aspiring times 050222 ... shower singer open deserts, days of bushland, from here to the horizon of sea 050223 ... oldephebe well...unhinged...if i weren't so thick headed when it comes to geometry maybe i'd be able to knit the nexus of...god.. i'm sitting here listening to nickelback and wanting to stab a fork into the earths mantle and summon white hot streams from hell's unfrozen heart to pour over these people and their family who continue to make my life a living hell.... and unhinged dearest, i am too much of a math illiterate to know what the hell you were speaking about...but the symetry is eloquent any how ... 050611 what's it to you? who go blather from