Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Concordance: Of Things to Come (incomplete)

Belief wears a coat of punches in the morning,
beginning each day
with unconscious reverie.

I keep my head uptight
I make my plans at night
And I don’t sleep I don’t sleep I don’t sleep ’til it’s light
Something’s flowing, someone buried alive
There is an awful sound
This haunted town
And it will not it will not it will not just be quiet
Some ghosts sing, someone gets called to the life
Spend boring hours in the office tower
In a bus on a bus back home to you and
That’s fine I was barely alive
It’s just a matter of time
No one gets out alive
And I’m content I’m content I’m content to be quiet
It’s only six, someone gets called to the life.

I love this rainy weather;
it fills up my hollow bones just right. 
I love this rainy weather;
the dripping sings me to sleep when I can't sleep at night.
I love this rainy weather;
it fills up my hollow bones just right.
I love this rainy weather;
I wish I could cry the way I see God cry...
I love this rainy weather, 
it reminds me of being younger, back when I didn't worry...
But I worry more than ever now, 
(and I can't stop pacing these hallways...)
I love this rainy weather, 
it reminds me of so many beautiful memories, 
and just like you said to me, "The times that I cry 
are the times that I feel the most. 
So if I find another secret to hide, you will never know.
it reminds me of being a kid when I would trust without question
and aren't there so many questions?
Why are there so many questions?

why I
I feel
live my thoughts are misguided and a little naïve
I twitch and I salivate, like with (myxomatosis)

“So tell me, since it makes no factual difference to you and you can’t prove the question either way, which story do you prefer? Which is the better story, the story with the animals or the story without the animals?”

This is how it is:
I’m alone.
Bars surround me. Prison guards bind my arms, bring me pills several times a day. They ask me – beg me – to tell them the truth.
I am.
Every single word.
They don’t believe in my wolves.

Quick, tear your kingdom down, you’ve built it on another’s field
He is a ruthless man, He’ll let you build before He steals
You will never know you weren’t a king until your limbs are firmly fastened in your chains.

The end of your aching life,
We're slipping under the knife,
It's never gonna hold us,
Tear us apart when you tear us apart tonight.
The end of your aching life.
They'll straighten your crooked spine up.
And the Devil's gonna tear us apart.
The Father's gonna tear us apart.
And our love is gonna hold you tight before it tears us apart tonight.
(The Slender Man The Operator The Terrible Trivium The Hollower The Tiger in the Lifeboat Edward James Tyler Durden Myxomatosis The Monster at the End of This Book)


  1. What... what is this? You linked me here, to all of this madness.
    So spill. What's going on. And what does this have to do with Aimee?

  2. My temptations is quiet,
    Here at life’s end
    Neither loose imagination,
    Nor the mill of the mind
    Consuming its rag and bone
    Can make the truth known.
    Grant me an old man’s frenzy,
    Myself must I remake.

  3. ... You are Aimee? What happened?

  4. I...
    I tore my body so it's wine might - no. (Nononononononono. it hurts.)
    On the cover, what did that say? Did that say there will be a MONSTER at the end of this -

    Structure is not safe for search and rescue operations and may be subject to additional collapse.
    (imsorryi - i can't.)

  5. ... So he finally got you then? Are you working for him now?

    I don't understand all of that, but I'd bid you to remember that the monster at the end of the book wasn't a threat at all. Just a mistaken impression of yourself.

    Be careful, and get in touch if you want/need my help. I'll do what I can.


  6. Oh Aimee. I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I hoped beyond hope that you'd be okay, you helped me when I was hurting, getting used to this... If you wish the favour returned, just tell me and I will do so.