November 12th, 2005
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iPod + armband + Evanescence = out-kicking all pain
kick-start. ignite. burn.
quick to heat, slow to cool. a sleeping demon jolts awake with hatred and alarm. the sparks shed by vulcan hammers stoke rage and hunger that burns through, up and over. to dart to fly, to consume not the world around but the fuel within, compressed carbon steel dissatisfaction, crusades not fought for honor or purpose but selfish glory, glory to remake oneself and feed the stronger heart inside for a contracting carapace out.
wo, beck and drink, vigor, oxygen and a lust for transformation convulsing on a cold slab of marble no a black and white altar of rock, the shellac formed from lashing upon lashing of ego against the self, a bitter furnace that roars with the thrilling agony of realization, and so eboned wings form upon my ankles, driving me beyond reason and hate and logic and so many words, a plan becomes a chant becomes a grunt but a growl, a vicious, seething maw of unhindered longing that bubbles and roils, a stinging heat boils to the surface and I fly down streets never so wide under a sky never so blue, pavement wet with the torrents that fell just last night to wash away the manacles I shackled myself with in weakness and deaf ears on the grotesque beauty of harmonious quakings from such a haggard, hoary, and noble beast.
unbind my necrotaur and let blood change to napalm to engulf. i cannot hold back such ravages any longer.
