Friday, October 31, 2008


It entered inside my body at once and I was able to see it because at the moment of its entrance I stood in front of a mirror. It wasn't me that I thought I was to be. It clawed at my insides and stammered my thoughts. Twisted and distorted my sight. Showed me the void. The Dark Magick. Came out of the flames of hellfire. Surrounded by an infinite force. Was I mocking it or was it mocking me? I studied its movement. I watched it walk. With every step, I stepped with it. 

Every time I stopped it died just a little more. 

Immersed in secret silence, I knew that it couldn't breathe in isolation.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


The sword sliced through the crossed wires and cut them all. At that very moment, the switchboard operator called and said what do we do now? The telephones are all down and I have no one to talk to anymore. So I said, Don't worry about it, take a vacation, see the world, visit old friends, get in touch with the parts of yourself that have been long gone for some time now. 

She said that she couldn't afford it, though, she hadn't saved up enough money to do anything besides patch in chords over and over again and I said well then maybe it's time you tried something new that didn't involve wires, chords, patches. Maybe its time to see something you have never seen before. You know how it all works. You're the best patch bay manager I know. Every time a call has gone through, you have always let me know and if there were any wires broken; you have always been able to re-patch them through to even the most important calls that were necessary for me to hear. That's what I am useful for she says and I can't leave you, there's so much work to be done, so much fixing to do. I say that I am all done with it and there's a reason why it's all been falling apart, there's a reason why this can't be fixed and I advise you to leave at once before the cleaning crew gets there to remove all the broken equipment. 

It's all being replaced with a new technology. A technology that far surpasses the old machines, only this one is living. This one has the ability to feel and to think at the same time which is much more efficient that all those old wires. Well what about me she says, and I say exactly. She says, exactly what are you saying and I say that there're things bigger than all of us approaching. What does that mean? I say this time I am not exactly sure but tell the cleaning crew to make it look very nice and that the keys are under the mat by the door.


While walking down the street we made our beautiful plans. We promised that at this location, at this time that we would be there and there wouldn't be a problem in the world anymore. 

Well guess what. We were wrong. We were so wrong. We dressed everything up in bright elaborate colors and put light bulbs in each letter so that everyone could see it. So that everyone could see they were capable of it too. One thing I never considered: that along the way at one point or another the letters would break, they would fall off of the hinges that they were screwed onto. 

The lights would flicker and pop and anyone standing around looking at it would say: what the fuck was that about! The electricity would explode. Conduits fizzling and popping and then there'd be nothing left and we would look at all those beautiful and elaborate plans that sounded so good then realize that it was all the world's wind blowing out of our mouths. The winds would cross the circumference of the world and still no one would know anything.