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[sid] => 68152
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => for He is IX
[time] => 2004-10-19 23:24:50
[hometext] => something i wrote to record underneath a noise track i made. parts that say ((reverse)) are supposed to be recorded then reversed. anyway, whatever.
[bodytext] => i was standing on a sidewalk at the corner of two streets i can't remember staring off into space that was greedily filled by imposing sentinels masked as store fronts ((reversed)) the sky was grey ashen and all too similar to a gravestone there were small orange flowers everywhere their centers were brown and abrasive carelessly, i stooped to steal the scent of one and a spiky abrasion pricked my nose for a moment, i could distinctly smell something acidic and unpleasant and then... ((reverse ends)) (i was alone in the world literally the sidewalk, the street all empty) i looked across the street shocked to see a solitary man in a dark suit his hat was dipped low in front i stared for far too long before i realized what was wrong the man had no face he seemed to beckon with eyes he didn't have and each step i took toward him he matched with a step backward ((reversed)) i followed him far longer than i should have now and then crying out to him asking if he knew the time though i had a watch of my own ((reverse ends)) i followed him out of the city and into a sandless patch of desert cracked earthen floor meekly crumbled 'neath my steps i looked up to find that the man had stopped in the center of a ring of bastard monks and though their robes were dark i could clearly see the blood stains their hands were raised in worship their eyes were focused on a small orb of light that floated above them their chants rode the breeze to me and i could here the subtle inflections of words spoken backwards the faceless man began to strip away his suit until he stood naked in the center of the ring unknowingly, i began to walk towards him ((reversed)) as i reached the outer rim of the ring i clearly saw the faceless mans' scars thick puckered wounds pockmarked his body and across his chest was a large word written in a language i'd never seen as i tried to memorize the symbols he spread his large leather wings the bastard monks fell to their knees faces pressed to the dirt still chanting ((reverse ends)) the orb of light pulsed and grew small tendrils of crimson embraced the orb like fingers i could barely hear the chants over the noise that filled the air a drove of insects, paper wings buzzing with fury the orb continued to grow until it devoured the faceless man it grew until it enveloped even the bastard monks and their bloody robes i turned and ran always watching over my shoulder as the red streaked orb chased me across the desert i don't remember falling i just remember being on my back staring helplessly as the orb advanced it reached my feet and stopped shrinking for just a moment before flowering out like a mushroom cloud devouring me ((reverse)) it was all white inside i couldn't see the red tendrils at all a fleeting sensation of peace danced just outside of my understanding it felt like a home i'd never had i wanted to stay forever i wanted to... ((reverse ends)) the blare of a car horn brought me back i was standing in the middle of the street staring absently at a solitary orange flower as the wind lovingly urged it out of my sight embarassed, i quickly stepped to the sidewalk my eyes drawn to the spot across the street where i had first seen the faceless man and for just a moment in the bustling crowd i clearly saw a featureless slab of skin peeking out from under a down tipped hat and though he had no face i knew that he was smiling (inside i felt the explosion just like a mushroom cloud and i could almost taste the sweet bleeding that was going to take me home) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 265 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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