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So cozy in my chthonic cocoon cooing and cajoling the moments as they assembled themselves in preparation for their moment in the sun, their splendor. Each a splendid splendor.

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Each time that my gut told me I was dying I wished so hard it was true; that this really was the final trip home. I could see myself turning in my grave pulling the earth like a bl

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The Rockstar goes through her pre-show checklist like a pilot & his pre-flight. Both have to light their engines and check prop clearance. Walking into the prop leaves a mark/scar.

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This riddle, if you bought it was a riddle, has only your solution. No arbitration could have it any other way. The wind you say, imaging earth's lungs casting you out into a white

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dying in agony was dope compared to a whiff of the dauphin's poop. "No more bean flavored Gerber for HIM!" the Maid of Orleans fumed as her sword sliced English soldiers in half.

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Somehow the plank that was meaning had to make the crossing from your side of the gulf to my side. I could not provide you with the supporting structures until that happened.

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It never saw itself as a beginning, this beginning. It considered itself a scavenger of meaning; living free of the commitment to meaning being intrinsic to what it meant meaning.

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It gave us the wrong idea that every moment was made in this light explosion; that it was significant. It wasn't a flame and it never would be a flame, but what if it once gave sh

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I dragged these words here with me like the rocks upon which I wrote them. The weight of word was the same but the soul was unmarred, still. How to bring back the ripples of that l

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Just me and this lie, in this stark light, in this moment. How does it feel? It glides like a cloud across sweet water flinging thunder and lightning. Not capricious but not not ei