This picture brings me glee

Das ist oll.

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It has just occured to me...

That I have never, EVER written a poem or short story on this blog sober. Shit.

The parade of human decency

The parade of human decency was a masqued ball, it wheeled about the town and down the streets with the idle pace of a dancing troupe,

There were cats and gods and intertwining tiles,

Abstract and resplendant; all the devils wore smiles.

First danced the selfless and then the kind,

Behind them stretched back in an infinite line danced the helpers and forgivers,

And last danced the guilty, slow and heavy, but made strong by repentance.

Not dancing were the scoffers, who scoffed and scoffed,

And scoffed and scoffed and scoffed until they choked,

And fell down to seizures on the floor.

"Man is but an accident of hateful birth!" they gurgled from the ground,

"There's nothing worth saving or protecting, smug despair at least,

offers the chance to leer, sneer!" But it never brings them peace.

Dancing in long rows were compassion and compromise, twin schools of whirling reds and orange,

Fluttering like heartbeats in long, ribboned coats,

Each with red silk scarves riding high on their throats.

Not dancing were spite and mistrust, who gathered conspiratorially in great dark murmurs,

"You can't make a point by agreeing!" growled spite from within it's rattled bones,

"You take an arguement by force" conceded mistrust, both of them alone.

Dancing last came the patient, roots grew from their fingers and their eyes reflected green,

They wove slowly past and the progression took days,

And then the dance dispersed, but the dancers never went away.

Not dancing were the wrathful, the furies and the hate, they stood not in attendance,

For of all the violent and the cruelties not a single one was left,

They had torn each other to pieces.

Nobody mourned their deaths.

Happy Jibberish Blog

Well, this isn't really going to go anywhere. With a name like that. To be honest, I would have given up a little bit ago. Oh, you should see the big, silly, mock-serious look on my face right now. Now I'm grinning.
I actually can't keep this up. Typing is too much fun to think about :D

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The Insis-Persis-Temptation of Optimism

He can sit in his hall all he wants,
And sit he will, because that's what he wants, what he wants;
The silence of tomorrow,
The silence of today,
The loneliness but the comfort,
He shoots heroin without a needle,
He shoots his snide bullets at people, he can hardly remember the names,
Or the places or the faces,
Or the times or the thoughts,
Or the this or the that but he carries on because it's what he's got,
He traded everything for this.

In a one room apartment, on a one room street,
In a one room town on a one room world he is safe,
He hides from the thrusts and parries of dialogue,
Of the drops and tallies he takes,
And all the friends he fails to make.

Alone is a verb when the word is done not been,
And in solitude there is nothing to be sought,
And the creeping dust of dissent seeps into a mind,
And emptiness has turned his eyes blind,
And sorrow twisted his finers to claws,
And silence has locked his broken jaw.

And the static of the TV crackles on channel nothing,
Like a tiger's purr it promises invitation and violence,
But it never promises silence.

And his only sheet is black, and his name is despair,
And he doesn't see the trees and he doesn't breathe the air,
And he isn't wanted here and he doesn't want to be there,
And he calls a glance and smile a stare,
He thinks in suspicion and he deals in quarts,
But he's alone with only his sighs and his thoughts.

Because hope is what made us and keeps us on,
Children's films and erotic novels teach us the insistence of optimism,
And Salvador Dali scratched out the persistence of memory,
And the Bible lists the first temptation,
And they all exist in the same place, the same sphere of being and existent remedies.

So don't make sense of it,
And don't lose faith in it,
Because it's the only one we've got,
And we'll never get another.




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The Continuing Adventures of Kieran!

First and foremost I would like to address the condition of my head. It hurts :(
I've got one bastard hangover slowly brewing. Whether it will make it all the way to the karmic horror of it's gradual potential or merely seep away into the recesses of my head like some kind of oily discharge has yet to be seen.

Aside from that though, I am listening to Radiohead, lying on my bed and contemplating the beauty of the natural world near my house. So all in all it's not so bad at all :)

Aside from that little to say, just noticed the bleak bareness of my blog. Working on Daniel Goodbye III, but I'm worried about the disintegrating quality of the pieces. Maybe I should get high or somesuch.

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Rags to Rags and Dust to Dust

There is something oddly euphoric about coming out the deep end.

I think I deliberately engineered myself a bad time lately, it happens all the time. Every time it's silly and stupid, it's never an overstatement of experience, it's always a deliberate throwing off of sensibilities to my detriment. This time, though, I saw someone else doing the same thing.

It's hilarious XD

But anyway, I occasionally like to live in angst. I think everyone does, to one extent or the other. People feel sorry for themselves, it's kinda fun in a perverse way.

But that's not what defines someone. A little angst is the basis of the adolescent stumbling that keeps life interesting; if we were cool, adult and sorted all the time then that leaves little enough for adventure.

And I fucking LOVE adventure :D

I like being cheerful, it's a good quality in a person. I like parts of me that make me nice to be around, but this is my favourite because it makes it nice to be me :D

Hmmm, normally I get rid of blogs like this. Slightly too revealing; ya know, the kind that says I've had one too many drink tonight or I will tomorrow. They always go, but I think I'll keep this. This ain't angst, my friends. This is life :)

If you never do another thing, listen to this song. It's appreciable. Everyone likes it :)

Incidentally I like tequila. It's like normal spirits, but made from cactus. That's just downright hardcore.

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