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Name: Yvenog
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 12/7/1987
Interests: Reading, writing, fantasizing about arson...
Expertise: My area of expertise is horror fiction. I read it, I write it, and I experience it in my sweetest dreams. I am the ultimate Sanguinary Fixator.
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
10/28/2003
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| And, yet, I'm still here. [/shakes.head] You're all so tiresome. And my life is so complicated. Might get even more complicated really very soon if I don't get my ass over to a doctor soon. And, no I haven't swallowed another two bottles of pills. It's a more natural reason for a medical reason. Something most teenage girls dread. Guess what it is? | | |
| I resent my brother Bob. Often he is really strange, but then last week
he just interested me... I could really use his support reading a book
about love among Japanese schoolgirls, then he answered:
"Shut up! I was just learning about Japanese schoolgirls in class!"
At first I began yelling "GET OUT!" but then later I
just suddenly got this dangerous look in my eyes. After all, he *is* my
brother and I need to make this work...
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| THE MARS VOLTA LYRICS
of the album "De-Loused In The Comatorium"
"Son Et Lumiere"
Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe
"Inertiatic ESP"
Now I'm lost
last night I heard lepers
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said
I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost
are you peaking in the red
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain
now I'm lost
it's been said
long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know
you'll never know
"Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)"
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor....to all that enter here
Open wrists talk back again
In the wounded of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The am trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed
In the rattles of...
Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper
A half mass comute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Cranial bleeding
Leaches train the living
Cursed are they who speak its name
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor to all that enter here
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Ratteling the laughter
Hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle
Rang the cloister bell inside
inside
inside
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
it's because this is
"Drunkship Of Lanterns"
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smotherd cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard
An antiquated home
Afloat with engines on mute
Sui generis ship spined around the yard
Is anybody there
These craft only multiply
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph
Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Carpel jets
hit the ground
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
"Eriatarka"
And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong
Of Pavlov lore
They ran rampant through the floors
Is this wrong
Feels so wrong
Happened on a respirator
In the basements
Are they gone are they gone
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Rationed a dead letter pure
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tentacles smirk please
Flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets
Now there are those who find
Comfort in the breathing
Wrong-is it wrong
It houses the watchful eyes
They're panting in a pattern in droves
Are they gone
Happened on a respirator bet
In the basements
Is it gone
Are they gone
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Sanctioned a dead letter pure
trackmarked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tape worm as pets
tentacles smirk please
flinch the cocooned meat
infra-recon forgets
evaporated the fur
because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us
evaporated the fur
because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
Evaporated the fur
Because it covers them
If you only knew the plans they had for us
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets
Tentacles smirk please
Flinch the cocooned meat
Infra-reco forgets
gotta be a way
Of getting out
Are you just growing old
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets
"Cicatriz ESP"
Do you recall it's name
As it suggested beck and call
This face and heel
Will drag your halo through the mud
Ash of Pompeii
Erupting in a statues dust
Shrouded in veils
Because these handcuffs hurt to much
Still scalpeing these ticketless applause
And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all
sutured contusion
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac would pay
to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all
I've defected [x4]
sutuerd contusion
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac did pay
to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all
I've defected [x4]
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac did pay
beyond the anthills of, beyond the anthills of said I've lost my way
even if you, even if you, even if you reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all
(this is my last insicion
the stitches have defected
drag me a vessel
coveting all you know see and hear
this is my last incision
the stitches have fallen off
Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag they lake ther'es nothing left at all)
I've defected [x4]
"This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed"
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
anonymous
avenge my name
anonymous
avenge my name
you came here on time
I just hope that it's not to late
I've seen you at night
Biting the frost of silence
Can you cure us of this fate
Mock the litany in its face
Is that you moatilliatta
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Hex zero rouge
He'll hibernate no more
The altars run dry
Prefect dictate your final words
does it sting of augur truth
was your temple left in ruins
is that you moatilliatta
I've been waiting for so long
for someone to
mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
Avenge my name
This is the altar
The one that you let me die in
On your knees
How you wept
Much like omerta
The quiet has shielded all intent
On the ground it appears
Like wrath
Avenging the lamb as bait
In a bed of nails you made
Who is this effigy
Is there straw dressed in these fields
And now it won't be long
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
Avenge my name
"Televators"
Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
[x3]
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
"Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt"
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
Knife me in -hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in-hobbeling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in It's sleep again
Virulent hives- of bedpost piles
Virulent hives
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
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| I'm dying inside. Or am I already dead? The world may never know. Death
doesn't scare me; in fact, I can't wait. It's so alluring...I
mean....It may not turn out as I want it to...It may not be the release
I'm looking for, but it would be something different,
wouldn't it? And that's all I need really. I need a new start, with a
clean slate. No family, no friends, no aquaintences...no one who knows
my name...It'll be great, death will. At least, I hope.
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| Oh my flipping gawd, you guys!!! I'm in my computer science class right now, and I'm being heard once again!!! Jezabel is sitting next to me right now, and she has to go potty, she says. I...don't care...but don't take that wrong, Jez.
I don't know when my next entry will be, but I hope it's soon. I love all you guys and I miss MCHS. This fucking school I'm going to now...it fucking sucks... It's ugly, and the kids here are all roaches. Ow. Except Jezabel. And maybe Sandy.
I'm not supposed to be online right now...my grandma signed the technology agreement to say that I couldn't go into the computers. Funny how they put me in this computer science class. I'm constantly messing with my computer. I keep changing the background. Right now, the desktop background is a picture of Squee and Nny in Squee's bathroom. Johnny has Shmee in his hands and is going, "Well, hello there, Shmee! Nice to meet you!! I am Nny. So, you're Squee's little friend, huh? Weeeell, you certainly are a cute little bear-bear! Yes, you are!! Yeeeess you are!!"
I should prolly go now...the teacher has been staring at me for half this entry.
Love to all of you, and I miss you all. | | |
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