kevin profile picture

kevin

void where prohibited

About Me

I was made with the fabric of heroes. Words fall wet and dead on the rug before us, and we will follow. Sunbeams in my coffee cup and funerals in my hand, I scream at space and it hears me quite clearly. Only one side of the moon will face us, yet it's comforting to see the same old dead thing glowing because of someone else's light. The Sun, holy thing that gives us life, and we cannot even look it in the face. Funny, eh?

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 9/29/2005
Band Members: unharnessed raw power breaking open your veins on a close-call afternoon of open doors and broken latches with systematic precision and all the sadness of widows we embrace like a chemical connection tied at the molecular level and conjoined, with pure magnetic lust we, too, can break the locks and pass through into our birthright to fulfill our duties as gods and pawns now at a down tempo we see the molecules dance to a hypnotic sway buzz buzz life buzzing atoms rich with attraction animal attraction ripping vessels out by the teeth crazed possesion love is ours, their poison is not strong enough to weaken our step late nights, again and again up for no good reason making and recieving phone calls phone calls for business, others for pleasure down in to a bitter bunker, escape from the fire around the head is a crown of thorns scars will form patterns of history a hard cry in the rain broken bone nirvana lungs fill with blood drowned before dusk red vessels carry the message electric railway suicide scrub the blood from the floor it's nice work if you can get it ocean babble drowns you out the aquatic audience an ambiance crowd noise louder than the ramble muttered under our breath foamy, hazy and crawling with life this could be the biggest audience we'll ever have a thin layer of red desert dirt dried and cracking on your exposed skin sinking castle sitting like a fish tank ornament inwardly searching for patterns in nature, the telltale cycles of an inept culture ignoring centuries of experience standing knee-deep in the ocean waving down boats dawn of man, flawed and perfect balanced deaf to the music of the spheres blind to the short-term memory of generations and our unwillingness to agree a poisoned well full of breast milk turned into wine put back onto the shelf like an antique older than we are, dusty but not dirty the meaning is lost through the years and adopted by someone with an eye for old beauty coma fire keeps me rested like a monk in the same well-lit attic that it's always been in every dream the three most beautiful women that have ever loved me knock on the attic door and give me suggestions as to which of them would love me best i'm starting to think that none of them will be up for the challenge so i leave the attic and it's beautiful furnishings and find a grassy hill in my home town with a brand new vixen with ruby red lips lips that turn everything else into black and white and she is kissing me like i've known her for years like a mouthful of mercury heavy heavy heavy poison you're too kind, really please, tell me; why are you so good to me? surreal languid blood flowing like milk lapped up by a thirsty heart skin has never been softer love has never been easier sharing has never been harder kept overnight in a jar messy little holes punched in the lid and inside, a little grass to sleep on i'm thankful i could be your best kept secret just wait a while longer and it will be more fun to finally tell right there where the stones sing and the caves ring out and the trees agree that feeling of vibrations changing us into subtle dieties it's not magic if you can solve it and your magic is a puzzle unparalleled i'll suspend disbelief and you can fool me slight of hand, slight of heart i can be your audience, and clap when appropriate blindfolded, i can be a stage prop and help you perform
Influences:
video by Shawn Hatfield

Type of Label: None

My Blog

R. I. P.

German composer Stockhausen dead at 79 12 hours ago BERLIN (AFP)  Acclaimed German composer Karlheinz Stockhausen has died at the age of 79 in Kuerten in western Germany, the Stockhausen Foundation a...
Posted by kevin on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 10:45:00 PST

yar!


Posted by kevin on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 11:26:00 PST