.je.suis.noir.et.blanc. |
the world has frozen in my head, hands, and heart tonight, and i do not know if i can ever be the same if the burning stops, cold, dead, and dry against my dusty ribs.i want to be known in phrases and... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 08:08:00 PST |
.burning.man.2007. |
So... how do I translate an experience of this magnitude into a cohesive statement? Especially considering the likelihood that you, my dear reader, either were not there this year, or never have been ... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 02:35:00 PST |
.waiting.for.the.burn. |
I wonder why it always feels like I'm waiting. Like everything I'm doing is just filler until the next "big event" of life. Working is just filler 'til Burning Man. And then after that, it's all fille... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:37:00 PST |
.some.things.make.us.hate. |
Some things make us hate,& roil beneath the skinBitterness, the star,Last in the night skyShines to burn the evasive eyeWraps 'round the heart & sinks deepA new piece of permanenceAnother chap... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 07:00:00 PST |
.you.said.so.much.without.ever.parting.your.lips. |
It's raining again, cold and hard outside my window.I can feel every drop as it hits the ground, matching my spirit today, one for one.He's going away to jail today. He never said good-bye. He didn't ... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Tue, 01 May 2007 09:29:00 PST |
.hold.no.virtue. |
The movie turns into a photo; a photo the size of my fistIt's occurred to me that I need to stop giving such a damn.It's worthless. It's never returned, and no-one else gives a damn, so why is it that... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 08:45:00 PST |
.synchronisity. |
I had one of those moments where your mind just sits back, relaxes, and realises that everything is exactly where it should be right now. Everything's in harmony and you're driving the right direction... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 07:30:00 PST |
.papier.mâché. |
[an amalgam of thoughts]Creeping, creeping, ah the rats.Panic in the eyes of a million, reflected on the mirror-glass, embedded into the palm of my hand. Shine away.What have I done to be worthy of an... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:31:00 PST |
.let's.go.down.with.this.ship. |
I hate being so confused sometimes.Fuck youth.I want age and wisdom, and every scar that comes along with it.You know, for the longest time, I despised my scars. I have scars all over. Some of them ar... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 01:17:00 PST |
.in.my.dreams. |
I find myself falling into ever stranger dreams and visions when I close my eyes... You couldn't imagine these places I've seen... Once, there was a dead, empty town where only the ... Posted by .phantasmagoræ. on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:36:00 PST |