Courage is a feminine intuition; or, pyramid skull |
Courage is a feminine intuition; or, pyramid skull.Tell me about your crystal shipThe one that cuts into the quickSoon Gods are learning how to flyWhile I am learning how to sinkMarch me in cuffs to s... Posted by ktn on Wed, 16 May 2007 05:19:00 PST |
The apotropaism instrument |
The apotropaism instrument.A ghost at noon.In a black wig.Wrapped in a towel of contempt.Silenzio.10 May, 2007.... Posted by ktn on Thu, 10 May 2007 10:55:00 PST |
Golden hoofs of imperial sheathed horses tear the fabric of heaven as we ride through space |
Golden hoofs of imperial sheathed horses tear the fabric of heaven as we ride through space.Slumber personifiedIs dreaming of an angelIn chains, on the wheelRotating in eclipsesLike Goya's death-brus... Posted by ktn on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 06:17:00 PST |
Of natural causes (a lullaby for jan luyken's suffering) |
I.The Virgin and the Son of EternityOf the post-apoplectic worldA utopia of scripturesA bibliography of curses.II.We danced until we diedWe sung until we sighedThen your passage alightedMy spiderwebb... Posted by ktn on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:50:00 PST |
Inland empire |
Tonight Chris and I went to see Inland Empire. My god, I thought it was never going to end; my buttocks were numb by the half-way point.It was a fascinating film though.Actually, at first I wasn't sur... Posted by ktn on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 08:15:00 PST |
Insane ramble; or, jeanne d'arc + the anachronistic sorcerers |
I subtracted my raped face and patterned it on the golfball moon.I whispered vulgar truths to the sleeping children's ears at noon.I grit my teeth when I spake a liar's subliminal happ... Posted by ktn on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 06:34:00 PST |
Trent reznor lyric school |
Trent Reznor is a strange one. He's definitely talented, but his talent certainly isn't in writing lyrics. Nor is it in melody. I suppose his talents lie in producing and engineering, and sonic manipu... Posted by ktn on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 06:10:00 PST |
Hymn for the apostate of the reprobate |
Cut out my face from the mirror's shade.It'll serve as a mask in the afterworld.That was the guise we devised.Down here in the drunken gallows.With the worms and the spiders.I feast on the smoke... Posted by ktn on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 01:43:00 PST |
Mother |
Mother, I have passed away.My skin lies limp in my hands.My smile burned to cinders.Death is on my lashes.In every loving glance I give.It disgusts all I see.Mother, my days are number... Posted by ktn on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 02:26:00 PST |
Janitor of lunacy |
I scanned in this incredible photo of Nico from the new issue of Uncut. She's still incredibly beautiful here, but you can see the signs of heroin starting to errode her. I love the ice... Posted by ktn on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 06:40:00 PST |