5000 YEAR MELANCHOLY
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Before the waves take us.. may I ask.. what do you like about me? he said "it isn't your appearance or personality or anything like that, but.. you have beautiful eyes." and I felt so happy.. I could only bury my face..
“And I beheld, in the midst of the sea, and in the midst of the elders, stood an oarfish as it had been slain, having nine hearts and nine eyes, which are the nine Spirits sent forth into all the earth; And knew it coming.”
On The Second Moon: Through The Tsunami Extinction Event, The 9 Lands of Earth We Name Ocean Port
my dad got drafted and sent east. one million soldiers.. they said everyone of them likely to die.. some big war or something.. i think he knew too.... he called me on the phone some time and told me bad stuff is bad.. and good stuff is good.. if we dont forget what is good.. the bad stuff will be too weak to survive.. that same night so he shot himelf out of a big cannon pointed home and turned into a star right when he hit the sky
A blinding lightscape, fabricated from ruin of man
Where seas of salt are seamless to sky
Rushing schools vibrate beneath the surface
Unfurling endlessly over the horizon
Golden thy sun —
Radiance emanating from heaven
Forgiving life of the place before
They’re always trying to tell me about news, but I don’t care about what’s happening. A masturbatory shake of the shoulder, pressing the full brightness demonic to your face shouting “look” with a wry smile and it’s like a beheaded self-detrans on vosilasarm and like a dual-headed chimera born on some unnamed port that swallowed itself from tail to head. What am I supposed to do about that? I wash myself of them at sea. I am naïve, but at least I am whole. at least I am cute. at least I am clean.
I wish to be as the ineffable.. but disdain it; The starved wish to hold you, and grip you until you pop.. the purest always seeming to wriggle free; every bird grabbed lets itself be so, but who cares for something easy..? and they can always see another flying, flying.... but I will always be this, because I do not have a great enough inclination for verticality to make it to God. I can feel my skin heating up whenever I get close. and I am so close. Please don’t take me now.
