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"All the men in the village worked in the mill or for it. It was cutting pine. It had been there seven years and in seven years more it would destroy all the timber within its reach. Then some of the machinery and most of the men who ran it and existed because of and for it would be loaded onto freight cars and moved away. But some of the machinery would be left, since new pieces could always be bought on the installment plan-gaunt, staring, motionless wheels rising from mounds of brick rubble and ragged weeds with a quality profoundly astonishing, and gutted boilers lifting their rusting and unsmoking stacks with an air stubborn, baffled and bemused upon a stumppocked scene of profound and peaceful desolation,unplowed, untilled, gutting slowly into red and choked ravines beneath the long quiet rains of autumn and the galloping fury of vernal equinoxes. Then the hamlet which at its best day had borne no name listed on postoffice deparment annals would not now even be remembered by the hookwormridden heirs-at-large who pulled the buildings down and burned them in cookstoves and winter grates."- WILLIAM FAULKNER (The most beautiful sentences I haver ever read.)

My Blog

Sleep well old man...

to an old man who grew on me over his last months of living and to those who went through it as well... Hold on my heart just hold on to that feeling we both know we've been here before we b...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 01:44:00 PST

The black room

All the alcohol in the world couldn't sedate me from this& his thoughts linger from paranoia to loneliness, sitting crouched in the corner in the black room, down the hall at the end of his mind. The ...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 03:29:00 PST

Blind as a bat.

I'm not afraid to show you who I am And I am not ashamed of my life Though I've walked alone down this cold and soulless road I've always felt your heat in my bones With every step I rise and fall W...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:48:00 PST

Forever without his heart

He is starting to miss those long walks, under and over the bridge Through the overhanging trees that tangled in his hair and scratched his face He would follow the moon that hung above her house li...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 02:30:00 PST

No one there.

I believe this song best desribes the end of my relationship and the feelings and experiences maybe the both of us have had since, it has been a long tough road so far... broken, desperate, and cold. ...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 02:29:00 PST

Hold on.

Am I a man? Sometimes I wonder, what it is I have become The failed re incarnation of a king A lonely barber with blood drenched scissors With a wicked voice inside...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 01:04:00 PST

R.I.P. Brad Delp June 12, 1951 March 9, 2007

I am deeply saddened by the news of Brad Delps passing. Lead singer of one of my all time favorite bands. BOSTON. His voice and bands music have been getting me through the roughest time of my life wh...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 11:19:00 PST

Don't laugh at me... don't look away.

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Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 04:09:00 PST

Ghost in a Fleshtown.

Today I am a ghost. No feelings. No flesh. &n...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 12:02:00 PST

My Perspective.

Was it really the right thing, To say you still cared?Your words only feed my pain. I have to move on baby o...
Posted by Translucent Iniquity on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:21:00 PST