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I found myself deep in a
 forest until I came to a barrier of black iron. At 
that barrier, unable
 to pass, suddenly
 my father descended from above in the form of a bird. 
He gave to me
 my new name,  and allowed me to fly after him
 over the barrier of iron.

 As we proceeded, the bird, my father, changed
 from black to white
 - first his tail feathers, then all the rest. We
 came then to a
 river the colour of blood, in the midst of which was
 a great snake of
 three colours - blue, black and red. It closed its 
gaping mouth to let us pass.

 On the other side stood a crowd of people all in 
white. As we passed
 through they shouted words of recognition 
until we arrived at
 another river, of all white. This we crossed by 
a giant chain of
 gold. On the other side there were no trees, but only 
a grassy mound.
 
Return or die. On the top of the hill was a round
 house made entirely
 of glass and built upon only a single post. Within, I saw a
 man. The hair on his
 head piled in the shape of a bishop's hat. He had a 
star on his
 breast, but as I grew closer, I saw it to be nothing but his 
heart beating from inside his chest. We moved around him, and on the back of his
 neck, a mark of a red cross. Just then I looked up and saw a woman in the moon -- a 
bayonet
 piercing her heart, from which a bright white fire 
poured forth. It was then I felt the pain in my shoulder. My father told me I
 had gone far enough. If I were to go any farther I would not
 return.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 5:10 PM EST
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I had a vision of my own death. One day you will put me on a the table and I will die, and you will all die, the rich and the poor. This is justice. And all those who have done me wrong will confront justice here.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 12:09 PM EST
Updated: Tuesday, January 18, 2011 7:42 PM EST
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The burrow is a hole made in fine sand, or rather in a sort of dust at the bottom of a natural shelter. Its entrance-passage is very short, merely an inch or two, without a bend, and leads to a single, roomy, oval chamber.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 3:23 PM EST
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It does not matter what is said and done
The eyes have it.
The mind's legislative faculty
Is unconcerned with appearances and words
Nothing is over and done with.
    Nothing.
Not even your malice.
Especially your malice.
So do not apologize to me.

I have walked stooped beneath your heart,
That cold blooded crown
That holds the glinting jewel
Of contradiction in your eyes.

I think that I shall gouge them
From your skull
And crush them in my fist

Give you a dog to see with
Give you eyes that pant and salivate,
Eyes that creep on all fours
Eyes that cringe at the sound of my voice;
    Lie to me then.

Tell me life is good to you
When all your memories distilled
Into the transformed image, the Idea,
Of a mechanical hand reaching
To dig out your eyes.
    Lie to me then.
    Lie to me then, Dog-eyes.
    Lie to me then.


Posted by oblivion-s-home at 11:07 PM EDT
Updated: Monday, February 21, 2011 1:22 PM EST
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I am thinking just now of nobody                                                             And all that nobody's done.                                                                     For I've a passion for nobody                                                                   That nobody else would own.                                                                   I bear the name of nobody,                                                                     For from nobody I sprung.                                                                       And I sing the praise of nobody                                                                As nobody mine has done.

In life's young morning nobody                                                                To me was tender and dear                                                                      And my cradle was rocked by nobody                                                        For nobody was ever near.                                                                        I was petted and praised by nobody                                           

And nobody brought me up.                                                                     And when I was hungry nobody                                                                Gave me to drink and sup.

I went to school to nobody,                                                                      And nobody taught me to read.                                                                I played in the streets with nobody                                                           And nobody ever gave heed.                                                                    I recounted my tale to nobody                                                                 For nobody was willing to hear,                                                                 And my heart it clung to nobody                                                               And to nobody to shed a tear. 

And when I grew older, nobody                                                                 Gave me a helping turn.                                                                          And by the good aid of nobody,                                                                 I began my living to earn.                                                                        And hence I courted nobody                                                                    And said I'd nobody be,                                                                           I asked to marry nobody                                                                          And nobody married me.

Thus I trudged with nobody                                                                      And nobody cheers my life.                                                                      I have love for nobody                                                                             Which nobody has for his wife.                                                                 So here's a health to nobody                                                                    For nobody's now in town,                                                                       And I've a passion for nobody                                                                  That nobody else would own.


Posted by oblivion-s-home at 10:22 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, April 22, 2011 10:49 AM EDT
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Posted by oblivion-s-home at 11:03 PM EDT
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