• SONGS OF FUTURE EGYPT by Simon Drax • I wish this were a mirage woven for our cameras. But I saw it. I was there. The old woman blew in from the desert like a broken-winged bird, she planted her feet in the Valley of Kings and managed the levitation of the pyramids, coaxed [...]
DOOMTROOPERS
A VERY FAST DESCENT INTO HELL • TRADE PAPER EDITION
EXIT VECTOR
NUMINA
Victory at Sea (for Damien, again and always)
• Imagine for a moment we were never born… • • never carved from the misplaced passion of our parents, never carried from room to room and gently told this is that and that is this, never set down to dry in the sun after splashing all afternoon in our rubber pool and dream of driving [...]
Desperate Moon Poetry
• There is no poetry and there are no words— Only the ocean Endless, this desperation The agony of each stroke Endless, this ache This long swim Through the zero lunar night. Ω (Pronounced “Finished/Abandoned” on 12/9/10)
Zero Moon and Black Sun Beams
Ghib10 Undercurrent, Windy & Carl Your favorite obsession— zero moon and black sun beams, rays of rage n hate and oh so melancholy memories of tomorrow, regret prepackaged… (just the way you like it) Bad music and karma collapse. Come on in, get it now, because this shit can’t last, babe, this shit can’t last— Black opulence [...]
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• • • • • • [and it's really, like, an amazing poem] • • • • • • Ω
“THE VERY BAD DREAM OF 1914,” Prologue
Takato Yamamoto David Galas, “Last Days of the War” Ω
Adieu, Venus
WINTERBLACK III © Chad Michael Ward • THAT’S IT, done, finito. Above, the full art used for the Venus banner, uncropped. I would dearly love to know the artist’s name; if anyone recognizes the work, please drop me a line. (UPDATED: Thank you, Mlle Ghoul!) Also, there are no accompanying credits for the “faux tumbl,” [...]
Cycling to Africa to Save the Elephants
• for Alexandra Bradley • Impervious! She goes! The wheels spin, she rides! Like beloved music Played for a solid afternoon She cannot be slowed, She cannot be stopped! Her face covers the walls of a thousand hearts. She’s cycling to Africa to save the elephants. • For the greater good of God For the [...]
Lament of The Corpse on His Cross
• Oh Father, grant me sight, my eyes are imperfect, they insist on crying every night I dream of you as I wander through this cathedral of steel and floor of crushed skulls, my legs splinter, I kneel, my mouth shaping songs old with all words forgotten, I count every breath, I wait for your wail to split the sky, to fall [...]
Intimacy
• Once in line at the supermarket I saw a boy barely taller than a toddler with three large growths on his head, three pink bubbles boiling from his brain, as if a needle had been slipped between skin and skull and pumped air into his flesh. A single prick and his face would explode. [...]
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