Notable Quotes
· GENE RODDENBERRY ·
“We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing all-powerful God, who creates faulty Humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes.”
“We must question the story logic of having an all-knowing all-powerful God, who creates faulty Humans, and then blames them for his own mistakes.”
in all the black and white i saw you wearing red i became the man on demonic and general abstractions a distant symphony hidden behind the sliding seraphim gyrating amid the notes of satanic choirs meant to resurrect the beast within murderously spawn forth i know to be severed in subtlety evolving mesh…
pulsing cocoon shelter my moaning typewriter in fetal reverie it shifts within bleeding through ears come on the birth pangs wings on fingertips unfold slowly fanning slightly panning sound pounding whir comfortingly nightmarish toil on relentless limbs pages white with virginity…
“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.”
the bleeding didn’t cause my anger to pacify all that i had hit with raw fists sillyman musicloverwomenloverthoughtdecieverknuckledsinnerwanderingfool lightigniter deathtoocruel changing world fragmentedanomaly iaskedheriaskthee mahlerplayson and the remington ran fiveminutesstrongweepingasihit coldkeyson thismachine ∞
This sullen brow did splinter sweetly as the sun pulsed perfectly amid a whining grey expanse. A single fowl beat against the teasing distance. Bitten by the frosty breath of the morning fog, I laid against the dew-drenched grass and extended eager limbs while my lungs welcomed the morning perfume. The lake near by….
Another year close to death Death too close yearn another The body betrays itself Itself betraying the body Closure clamored success Success closure clamored I live in a simulation between Venus and Mars And you want And you want And you want Yes you want Yes you want…
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and…
I knew you would leave me the day I laid eyes on you The way you smiled and the shape of your lips, like an old starlet in hiatus Your hair like upside flames and eyes smeared Monet’s locked in frames The sway, the liar, a kiss on the nape of your neck, the assassin…
The dull night drive through downtown streets thrusted sidewinding memories of melancholic moments; old lovers giggling by candlelight, conversations in hot showers, tender was their touch, lips shaped like breaking and rearranging hearts, distant stares that spoke volumes with their vacancy, and I lived as a man engaged with fickle fiancées, a murderer in the…