DANCE WITH

ME

BLACK

THROUGH THIS MURDER OF CROWS

THE CHROME

I LOVE YOU BUT I CHOSE THE DARKNESS

Chapter 1 I love you but I chose the darkness.

When the human condition realizes its essence is trapped and hidden deep inside of all things it will soon awaken itself by the fire of the Logos to spontaneously combust into a dancing machine created to reflect the very hologram it aspires to become.

From the Annals of Helios...964 BCE.

The technocratic nightmare clad in sleek, black, chrome walked into the anteroom soulless on fire with a black magic heart. She flipped over the card table where I was playing Texas Hold 'Em. Her trench coat dripping in calcified, blackened scales perfect in there precision danced like the faces of some demented disco ball projecting fractals of the dark universe she hailed from. With a death stare and her cannons locked onto fresh execution targets she pulled tense triggers. The sound from the gun blasts matched the perfection of her thanic chrome. Black bullets danced through the skins exploding pumps, veins, and memories...Life fell from the targets like a stone.

The war started that night before my very eyes but instead of feelings of fear I only felt casual relief. There was no surge or jolt of courage just a mild comfort in knowing I chose the side that I knew I would always choose. I summoned the chrome to start the war. she is my own mental detachment, a compression of a multiplicity of incarnations...my past and my future...my very own slayer. She is a pristine, dynametrically symmetric creation, a creative masterpiece functioning deeply in black rhythm.

The chambers nautilus of her programming designed from the Platonic golden mean executes a perfect kill every 1.618 (days). Listening to my voice as I speak in a language only she can hear which activates the star gate of her tripple-helixed DNA.

Murder echoed stealth across the room like a fresh Portishead trance vibrating the solar plexus of every sentient being with in a ten mile radius. The souls of the departed scream a muted, shattering, death pitch into the smoke drenched air...dream disturbances and psychic day tremors capture the shades of the lysergic remaining in the room.

Holographic fear walked up to my left side the Chrome positioned herself to the immediate right. She raised her gun to my head at an angle as to make certain that I could see my own cold cold sweat in the sleek metallic chrome revolver. The mercury tipped connectors on her surgically manufactured cybertronic head were locked pristine into a space full of viral rage as she spoke indelible words I would every hear her say..."Come let's play follow the leader down into the screams"

The Chrome lead me down a soft metallic tunnel that seemed to cleanse my mind to a virginal state of clarity. Multiple realities poked there way though a cadence of never ending steps downward as I followed my captor silent, isolated, and near collapse. The temperature dropped and continued to drop further with each passing step. She stopped and motioned me to come close to her as I watched her guns morph into (sleek) hypodermic needles. She plunged the needles directly into my heart as I sank to the ground. A thick delirium encapsulated my pulse as her chrome transfusion coursed through my thankful veins heating my core to delight.

Upon rising I began to see visions through the various realities that made themselves crisp and tame almost to the point that I could reach out and manipulate them. The Chrome tethered me to her lower back a slave complete with unseen shackles she carried me further and further into dreams that I am unworthy and unprepared to dream. I saw the eaters of the dead. Strange and wonderful her transfusion that carries my across the cosmic river Styx. Is she malevolent? Is she benign in her desire and intent? In her rage would she consume me like the black widow? Will she cause me in heat to swallow the sun?

Calluses and scales fall from my eyes and the clarity brings itself full into brightness and peace of mind. I am now a thousand star systems away swimming in dark matter. Roses grow out of these dry bones. This is one of the many rooms of the night unspoiled by human hands or am I secured by the iron and wine of men? Slow is the burning metallic tide. Far and away is the colony. It's calling me. I am over the ocean. It's calling me. It's night. In a window scanner darkly I witness the ships of war taking to water as strong and faithful iron steeds. The harsh , salt-corrosive waters bathe them and their the crew of kind and evil deeds. 37 days and 37 nights the captain and crew will wrestle. The Chrome colony is the destination. Hope in the sky is gripped tightly safe will arrive the vessel. Time folds further still as I see the men debark these dark water horses they are all unshaven and severely weather beaten. To the Chrome colony they will go before or by a fierce unforgiving sea be eaten. Their language and gesture seems almost an orchestral dialogue of planned movement as if they are trapped in a divine program dancing prescribed robotic steps. To the colony they will go before all by the sea are eaten.

The Chrome death folds rare a vision from the ground under her feet in the metal tunnel. The vision screams like a feverish black dancing orchid with a piercing black face. Glass beads rip across my eyes rendering me temporarily blind as the Chrome's skin melts into a shimmering silver ghost chasm charmed by a mercurial moon. I chant down Babylon as she becomes the sky dancer. The Earth tasting fate racer as my eyes are bleeding healing in the halls of the mirrored mountain. Her breath is rising and falling at arms length next to me as I contemplate a problematic escape. In my mind I am plotting to over throw reason by the means of her raw beauty.

...Billy is on 49th and main at "M Stay: picking up french fries, shampoo, and chocolate milk.

SOUL CLONING

SOUL CHILLING

SOUL SPLITTING

SUN SEX

IDEA THAT WHEN THE BODY DIES THE SOUL IS ACTUALLY SPLIT INTO SEVERAL "SOULS" WITH MULTIPLE DESTINATIONS...IE ONE PART GOES TO HELIOS THE OTHER TO HELEBRON

BUT THEY ARE ALL AWARE OF EACH OTHER AND LIVE FULL LIVES SIMULTUOS LIKE THE CORSICAN TWINS THAT CAN FEEL

ONE ANOTHER'S FATES...A MULTIVERSE WITH AN INKLING OR SEED OF OMNIPRESENCE, BUT NOT AMNIPRESENCE "YET"

FORREST

12.3.08

Time and Anthiogenes are the most intense "drugs" ever realized.

a chance at a possible past...but speculation and conjecture are the arbiters of madness

12.3.08

DEATH FOLDS RARE FROM THE GROUND

LIKE A FEVERISH BLACK DANCING ORCHID

A PIERCING BLACK FACE

I don't want to take what I can't have

I don't want to have what I can't take

CB 121396

The whole joy of the matter lies in the fact that you and I are going to spend eternity together.

The human is in a larval stage. Earth and the human mind are one extension of the fabric of heaven.

Band name=Crime Lab Detergent

Take away the recesses

Assassinate the tulips

Adhesive Black Jesus

Fragments of a broken Jesus

Should have used hot glue

Compendium summary

101598

I am clinically guilty

to chaffed to hold your hand

102098

SSDI:

Clone Adam and Eve

Put them on Mars and Monitor them

Leave them to evolve

Ghetto Candy=tshirt idea

Ghetto my dollar

Faces in the rocks

water through the mountain

I never said I was scared of Dorothy

Broken crates and baby traits

will shine on till tomorrow

Glass beads scar my mind

I chant down babylon

her skin a shimmering silver ghost chasm

charmed by a mercurial moon

sky dancer

earth taster

fate racer

bleeding in the halls of Kazak Dune

a chance encounter with diety

her breath rising and falling arms length...next to me

day break

earth quake

baby nova

bloom

flower grenades cut my face from a lemon yellow sun

trapped in the perfumed halls of Allah

contemplating my own hell

I look to see behind me

1:52 PM

scared behind the veil

trapped in the perfumed halls of Allah

contimplating escape

plotting to overthrow reason by means of raw beauty

ok its gone

too forced

1:49 PM

next

he walked through the room stoic...heavy...with the faint scent of purple death wrapped around his chalice...with a cold hand he scraped the ground to gauge what life this way would bring..with a face of fire he kissed his watcher who was unseen...

seperated by a quiete universe...walls made of dreams...he waited...with a face of fire sated

one sweet world around the stars is spinning

and here we will rest in peace

Did you bring me a present when you were off social butterflying??

of all the mountains should crumble away and all the rivers dry, would it stop the steeping feet

Nine planets around the sun and only one does the sun embrace

have a recurrent dream about my father hitting my mother in the head with a hammer so hard it sinks into her fore head and stays there

nothing like this ever happened

fyi

just a recurring dream

i am replaying it now

can you replay dreams?

12:33 PM

in realtime

you have no idea what insanity is, i'll take you there kc

11.14.08

I WANT TO HAVE ALL KINDS OF MUSHROOMS GROWING IN MY YARD!!!

There are a countless multiplicity of universe seeds around you at this

given moment in eternity.

I claim a new one each time someone attempts to kill the creations I

set forth with candescent words.

I release every self this moment into your left hand.

Metatronic drumbeats of compassion give rise to sober pulsing revelation.

Each uniquely constructed thought crystal strikes yur left palm in

delicate capture.

Loosing this power to your care will feel like thousands of tiny

sun-kissed bombs exploding into a newly forming core of warmth: a

cradle of ne slave-life chants itself into further existence drenched

in sun blood thought.

(in the distance...faint yet powerful)

In you passions possess ye your souls.

Dance with me black through this murder of crows...

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its proof that i bleed

Everything I have done

Lets stop the world from decaying

Heaven stands obsolete; underground

I have served witches and I have served the King

and yesterday seems like it was so long ago

The rage subsides for the moment

just long enough to cut through the darkness

An alliance of hearts fading

I am still here

i have had a hundred nightmares of a red sky fading into plastic ponds of silicon freedom

With one eye opened I can focus on the Annals of Helios

I fantacize of apple pies