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Darksmiles/Sunskies/Dysphoria

About Me


"Fading forms coalesce between grey parameters… A blurred white sun draws all life from beneath it, delaying in silhouettes repeating outward like the funeral procession of existence itself...Or perhaps some distorted memory illuminating ephemeral paroxysms of nihilistic apathy... The scarred Flatline corridor leads to a glass room filled by dead birds, simultaneously shrieking and mumbling tape loop soliloquies...
...That speak to me in invisible Braille, describing the texture of my bones to the velvet sine wave spectress injecting Black Death who fills my eyes with dismal reverberation...
I want to be that little girl again, lost in your world of bloody nails, waiting in the empty park, cold and drowning in despair, knowing death is coming for me...
I fold inside myself, collapsing into an exhumed casket dense with a violaceous aura... Collapsing back into a wave of bliss as battery acid begins to fill my lungs and throat...
My spine is crawling leaving trails of razor fluid through flooded wombs…Spiralling oleum souls inosculate and tear apart within the mirror aorta fluctuating between states of Virion, at once psychotic dissecting table assimilation... Break my bones with malign indigo and replace the marrow with liquid reverb, so that my soul can echo infinitely against the dead sky...
MY MOUTH IS OPEN... Won’t you crawl inside and be a resonant corpse impaled on the syringe light of my gramophone? Syringes filled cerulean turn my blood to tremolo pan, silhouette myself shifting in bands of melting red tape across abyssic faces...
Why would I choose not to? I’ve murdered the cause and now the spiders might murder me too...
Red petals peel off my raped skin, dripping with the spectral smiling of my twisted face... I’m a girl with a switchblade in my chest, underneath layers of metal skin and wires built to resemble the revenant of some fleeting car crash or murmur of sparrows erased from the bleak wells within reality...
This is everything I’ve wanted to be insane now I am everything is insane and everything I am is nothingwhere everything insane is everything I am insane
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MDMA Blissgoth in Monochrome...A blurred lysergic scatterbrain...Looped low pass ghost in analogue...Cold, ethereal violet...Vicious masochist, "Damaged Mind", Non-Human emotions... Schizo-Beatnik, Black, White AND Grey Feedback emitting Synaesthete girl...
Oh, and I'm obsessed with beauty... To perceive true beauty is to escape from reality, for true beauty denies all laws that may apply to the conceptual realisation of existence on any known pretext... Through beauty comes freedom...Through freedom comes beauty.
“Everything now is what I create.
Nothing is anything at all,
For without the idea of existence,
Nothing exists.
Therefore I have the power to decide what is and what is not in my perceived existence.”
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Dont the deepest kisses make you want to die?

Sitting there with my head hung low in cold suspension, waiting in the near empty hair salon watching the dreary sunlight cast across the pavement soaked in the resonance of hazy, faded euphoria hang...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 09:46:00 GMT

Your Mouth that drips and wanders

Float in bluish haze and skip 3 meals Suckles ons used needles alls the pains thats I's Feels Mother shouldn't let me play in her medicine case Die in green places and force a pixie face Rip all that ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 05:14:00 GMT

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"Don't feel so lowThere's hope you knowThere's always something here for youIt makes me feel strangeTo see you againI feel happy when I see your faceI think that I knowWhere I should goCos I know that...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 16:15:00 GMT