she says "you're going to
say something stupid,
i know you are"
"but what am i!" and
i run out the door.
temporary scars
paint the night
on our bodies
white light from
outside stains the
sheet like an easel
you can hear her heartbeat
through the stereo speaker
brown hair
and blue eyes
you get me
every time
we're making out neon
signs when the neon
signs don't work-
a modern way
to watch the clouds
that aren't out
today
you're teary eyed and
your makeup
is dried
into streams leading down to your lips
i have a new car
and an age old
Brutal Death Metal
I WANT TO RIP MY FACE OFF
Technical Brutal Death Metal
I WANT TO RIP MY FACE OFF BUT VERY PRECISELY
Black Metal
I WANT TO RIP JESUS'S FACE OFF
Experimental Black Metal
I WANT TO RIP JESUS'S FACE OFF IN 17/4 TIME
Pagan Metal
I WANT TO BE ONE WITH THE GODDESS'S FACE
Power Metal
I HAVE RETURNED WITH THE GOLDEN MINOTAUR HORN YOU ASKED FOR NOW PLEASE LEVEL UP MY FACE
Death Metal
I WANT SKULLS NOT FACES, YOU PRICK
Melodic Death Metal
I WANT SKULLS FOR ALL OF MY FRIENDS WHO SING BACKUP
Christian Metal
I WANT TO PRETEND TO RIP YOUR FACE OFF AND YOU CAN ACT IT OUT IT'LL BE FUN, SERIOUSLY, COME ON GUYS
Nu Metal
I W
row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a big fat fuckin waste of time in which for some reason you pop out of some strange woman's private parts and bleed all over the fuckin place then grow up and get hurt in all sorts of unique and increasingly painful ways always just holding out for someone to make you fuckin smile and then you die sad bitter alone and wondering what the fuck all that shit was about and if you're lucky maybe you'll look back on some of that useless shit you went through and maybe think yea that was a good idea i'm glad i went through that but by then you're too old to even
1. how are you supposed to fight when you know you'll lose?
2. reminded how i built 21 years around a belief system balanced upright on a toothpick.
3. how easily it snapped.
4. how scared i have been to build anything again.
5. falling in love with distant things.
6. missing home, not knowing where it is.
bringing her back home by cisternachyli, literature
Literature
bringing her back home
i wanted her to leave an almost empty soap bottle behind,
or a sock.
i have
places between
couch cushions for
things like those to get lost in.
she was supposed to misplace them when packing her things.
oneness is
a misty
pastime of
souls.
twoness is
plopped hard
on a hospital
floor.
you look
so delicious tonight.
there is plenty of time
for oneness
when we're
both dead
and gone.
for now,
i'll take two.
i'll take me.
i'll take you.
a holiday for nothing.
celebrate it yesterday if you want to
and make tomorrow its 50th anniversary.
wear a mustache
on your hind quarters
and speak only in sexual gestures.
have a translator present.
every dalikrab day
needs what every other
dalikrab day was missing.
to make this easy on you
i will tell you that every
dalikrab day so far has
been missing everything.
light incense made from cow manure
and filter your water with the
leftovers.
put that in your pipe that is not a pipe and smoke it.
draw from imagery that has nothing
to do with you. like nudity.
leave the house for once but remain
under the same umbrella.
blowing smoke up a beautiful.. by cisternachyli, literature
Literature
blowing smoke up a beautiful..
full title: blowing smoke up a beautiful ass, or, an alphabetical love poem to no one
you are a genius! brilliant!
if you were acidophilus i would culture you in my bowels!
if you were a bat i would place you at the tip of the pyramid pile of poop!
if you were a cell phone i'd buy you a nice protective case!
if you were dandelion greens i would eat you when i'm mad!
if you were an evil genius i would buy you a monocle and grow a hunchback!
if you were a fiddle i would play you like a shit!
if you were grass i would let you grow tall and bothersome to neighbors!
if you were a hopi prophecy i would tell only the skinny white pe
she says "you're going to
say something stupid,
i know you are"
"but what am i!" and
i run out the door.
temporary scars
paint the night
on our bodies
white light from
outside stains the
sheet like an easel
you can hear her heartbeat
through the stereo speaker
brown hair
and blue eyes
you get me
every time
we're making out neon
signs when the neon
signs don't work-
a modern way
to watch the clouds
that aren't out
today
you're teary eyed and
your makeup
is dried
into streams leading down to your lips
i have a new car
and an age old
Brutal Death Metal
I WANT TO RIP MY FACE OFF
Technical Brutal Death Metal
I WANT TO RIP MY FACE OFF BUT VERY PRECISELY
Black Metal
I WANT TO RIP JESUS'S FACE OFF
Experimental Black Metal
I WANT TO RIP JESUS'S FACE OFF IN 17/4 TIME
Pagan Metal
I WANT TO BE ONE WITH THE GODDESS'S FACE
Power Metal
I HAVE RETURNED WITH THE GOLDEN MINOTAUR HORN YOU ASKED FOR NOW PLEASE LEVEL UP MY FACE
Death Metal
I WANT SKULLS NOT FACES, YOU PRICK
Melodic Death Metal
I WANT SKULLS FOR ALL OF MY FRIENDS WHO SING BACKUP
Christian Metal
I WANT TO PRETEND TO RIP YOUR FACE OFF AND YOU CAN ACT IT OUT IT'LL BE FUN, SERIOUSLY, COME ON GUYS
Nu Metal
I W
row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a big fat fuckin waste of time in which for some reason you pop out of some strange woman's private parts and bleed all over the fuckin place then grow up and get hurt in all sorts of unique and increasingly painful ways always just holding out for someone to make you fuckin smile and then you die sad bitter alone and wondering what the fuck all that shit was about and if you're lucky maybe you'll look back on some of that useless shit you went through and maybe think yea that was a good idea i'm glad i went through that but by then you're too old to even
1. how are you supposed to fight when you know you'll lose?
2. reminded how i built 21 years around a belief system balanced upright on a toothpick.
3. how easily it snapped.
4. how scared i have been to build anything again.
5. falling in love with distant things.
6. missing home, not knowing where it is.
bringing her back home by cisternachyli, literature
Literature
bringing her back home
i wanted her to leave an almost empty soap bottle behind,
or a sock.
i have
places between
couch cushions for
things like those to get lost in.
she was supposed to misplace them when packing her things.
oneness is
a misty
pastime of
souls.
twoness is
plopped hard
on a hospital
floor.
you look
so delicious tonight.
there is plenty of time
for oneness
when we're
both dead
and gone.
for now,
i'll take two.
i'll take me.
i'll take you.
a holiday for nothing.
celebrate it yesterday if you want to
and make tomorrow its 50th anniversary.
wear a mustache
on your hind quarters
and speak only in sexual gestures.
have a translator present.
every dalikrab day
needs what every other
dalikrab day was missing.
to make this easy on you
i will tell you that every
dalikrab day so far has
been missing everything.
light incense made from cow manure
and filter your water with the
leftovers.
put that in your pipe that is not a pipe and smoke it.
draw from imagery that has nothing
to do with you. like nudity.
leave the house for once but remain
under the same umbrella.
blowing smoke up a beautiful.. by cisternachyli, literature
Literature
blowing smoke up a beautiful..
full title: blowing smoke up a beautiful ass, or, an alphabetical love poem to no one
you are a genius! brilliant!
if you were acidophilus i would culture you in my bowels!
if you were a bat i would place you at the tip of the pyramid pile of poop!
if you were a cell phone i'd buy you a nice protective case!
if you were dandelion greens i would eat you when i'm mad!
if you were an evil genius i would buy you a monocle and grow a hunchback!
if you were a fiddle i would play you like a shit!
if you were grass i would let you grow tall and bothersome to neighbors!
if you were a hopi prophecy i would tell only the skinny white pe
in low light, limited, the ache,
arched back, inhaling spirit, you
refuge in lust, running my hand up
the front of you, between, neck, to grasp
and pull, your face, your lips
limited, to mine
begging music notes to stay aloft, sharps
falling flat and landing on our ears, moist
on unrestricted breaths, the humidity of truth
cracking moans, limited, on our ears, bitten
moving light, measured, hurried heartbeats refute deception
unlimited, in time
tables turned, exit to the rising sun
in different directions, depart, from the back seat
you sit, holding a postcard to the horizon, the distance
growing farther, heart swollen from the light mov
Let's talk
again
about
the oxygen
the fish
breathe in, and
the poison
trees need that
comes from our
lungs
and birds
who run
and birds
who swim
and birds who
were and won't
be again.
i got a boner to the face. thought i was a goner, but you make a ruffian humble with your cuntlippery striking a pose.
NEW YORK SOS SWORD.
dildo car passing by, telling me to live a lie.
i confess, i am fucking your daughter's stuffed animal.
caca in my pantyhose, i kick you a nirvana of gayporn.
fuck all of your loved ones, i'm gonna bleach your tits.
unexplored metal microgenres by cisternachyli, literature
Literature
unexplored metal microgenres
kabuki metal
flamenco metal
honky tonk metal
dinosaur metal
environmentally friendly metal
cthulhu metal
african bush tribe metal
natural disaster metal
mafia metal
microsoft metal
minimalist metal
dada metal
terrorist metal
counter-terrorist metal
conspiracy theorist metal
reality tv metal
archaic metal
macbook metal
recession metal
foreclosure metal
twitter metal
chuck norris metal
lolmetal
viral metal
surgery metal
ADHD metal
celebrity diet metal
avatar metal
social security metal
airport security metal
anti-virus metal
economic stimulus metal
online dating metal
alternative medicine metal
american idol me
i have no boobs, so no cleavage. i don't take nudie pictures of tattooed women. i am not between the ages of 18 and 24. and unless you are into deodorant-free health nuts, you probably won't find me sexually attractive.
thank you for stopping by despite this.
and if you really want nudie pictures of tattooed women i can tell you where to find them.
Current Residence: spandex capitol of the US Favourite genre of music: metal, math, ambient, anti folk Favourite style of art: political, enlightening, experimental, absurd, surreal Personal Quote: all my best ideas are someone else's
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
two identically-structured nickelback songs played at the same time
Other Interests
music, non ordinary reality, mythologies, conspiracies, astrology, alternative medicine
i feel like the social studies teacher with a greased ponytail who stays after school to watch field hockey practice and masturbate in the locker room stalls. in new jersey i am a loser. things that define a successful person here don’t fit who i am. i love my shitty car for instance. i loved my shitty car when i had a lot of money and i love it now that i don’t. yet no pretty woman around here will look me in the eye and fat people in sweat pants sneer at me in parking lots. i feel like a menace.
all the normal people my age have wives and/or children and i’m here alone because i had to fall for a girl i met while traveling
i know there are a few of you out there who will appreciate this (necro and vern i'm lookin at you):
http://www.mediafire.com/?9y2pxaxr5bss39z
black metal ambient compilation for my best bud james. thought some others might dig it too.
tracklist available upon request. it's got some blut aus nord, ruins of beverast, and lunar aurora, just so you know.
j.