THE DIARY OF IC EXPLURA~~Toni Oswald

"LET US FLATTER THE DARK, DARK GHOST BRONZED TO BLUSH RED HERE, WHERE WATER BLOOMS DEAD FISH AND SECRETS GET US DRUNK EVEN DEVILS ARE HORRIFIED LAUGHING AT THE HOLES OUT OF A VAGUE DISMAY UNDECEIVABLE NOT UNBELIEVEABLE, THE CONSTRICTION COMES FROM RETRACING AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE, NO WORDING CAN BE FOUND TO EXPRESS WHERE AND WHAT GOD IS. AND YOU KNOW YOU WILL BE FULL IF YOU COULD JUST LET GO, GIVE IN, JUMP! THERE ARE MOST DEFIONITELY WORSE THINGS THAN DEATH HERE. LIKE CERTAIN KINDS OF LOVE WE MAKE INTO HOUSES EACH OF ITS ROOMS A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE ON THE CAPTURE WHERE I HAVE GATHERED ALL OF MY PAST TOGETHER PETAL BY PETAL AS I GRIEVE AND I THINK I LOVE ME AND I LOVE ME NOT HENCE I LIVE TO MUCH UPON YOUR SMILES AND FROWNS IT'S A HAVEN TO A MELTING I AM ACCUSED OF DROWNING THERE ACCURSED LAYING LOVE IN A MAJESTICAL LABYRINTH UNABLE TO SLEEP, UNABLE TO SEE WHAT IS AHEAD A FRESH BED OF MIRRORS THIS IS A LAND OF WEEDING SLOWLY RECEDING TO DANGEROUS PROMISES OF PRICKLED ECHOES TICKLING THE EARS WITH ITS MADNESS SEARCHING FOR THE SWANS OUT OF AN ENDLESS LANDSCAPE OF VULTURES WANTING ONLY WHAT THEY ARE WANTING TO DEVOUR THEY WILL TOO, IF YOU LET THEM YOUR LIFE, YOUR LOVE... SUBTLE CANNIBALS EATING YOU UP. I HAVE MADE MYSELF SICK OVER ALL OF THIS; I COULD NOT SEE STRAIGHT. BUT THE GREAT DIAMOND WILL COME CUTTING THROUGH SORROW THE ROCK IS SYMBOLIC ITS CHRYSALIS EVAPORATES ITS LIGHT A CIRCUS AND THE GIRLS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL IN THAT SHINING POND SINGING YOUR SONG LALA LALA IT WILL ALWAYS FOLLOW THEE NOW INTO FINGERS AND COGS AND PEGS CARYYING DEATH ANDLIFE AND LIFE AND DEATH PART OF THE SPIRIT WILL GO ON THIRSTING ALWAYS THIS IS A RIVER OF CHINESE BLACK HAIR ENTWINING THE RED HONEY, A BULL AND A HOLE IN THE CENTER OF WHAT WAS WE ARE SPINNING NOW HOLD ON THE VALLEY OF TEARS CAN TEACH YOU SO MUCH IN THE HEARING OF THINGS BELIEVE ME IT WAS ALL OF THOSE BEAUTIFUL BIRDS SWEEPING BLACK PEARLS OUT OF THE DAMP OYSTER YOUR SOUL IS IN MINE ALWAYS UNVEILED IN THE SULPHUR OF MOURNING EXTINGUISHED IN THE HONEYSUCKLE OF THE NIGHT THE WONDER OF CROSSING THE LIGHT THE SPINE SPIRALS THROUGH THE LOVE LONG DREAMED WHERE MY PRETTY FACE IS DESIGNED LIKE A FOG A DARK TUNNEL OF SHAPES WITHOUT MOVEMENT THERE IS NO ME. BECAUSE OF A CERTAIN BRWEAK I HAVE SOAKED INTO EVERYTHING LEGENDS ARE THE MOUNTAINS AND ME AN EGG DIPPED IN SOUND NOTHING FINALLY FREE FINALLY FREE I HAVE SEEN CERTAIN OWLS I HAVE LISTENED TO THE CREATURES SOUND I HAVE GAZED INTO YOUR MIRROR WHERE ALL WAS DISSOLVED SIGNS ARE FORGIVEN NOW AND THERE IS ONLY LOVE. REMEMBER, THERE IS ONLY LOVE.