Collected quotes, snippets, concepts, phrases. Every so often I purge my computer's local memory. Trying to hold onto things before they disappear. Fragmentology of a whole that never existed. Almost everything here is collaged from elsewhere.
...that they should travel together forever... There's nothing to love in anyone except for their foremost and innermost selves that are of the same nature as God. Forged when the world was young, and bird and beast and flower were one with man, and death was but a dream The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing, now, but masks and ghosts. it is not just that all men must die, but that each moment of their lives is rendered futile He also wrote another, secret farewell note that he did not believe that anyone would find. records from his visits over the years document a troubled mind, collapsing in slow motion some people shine for such a short time and then spend their days dreaming of that time the shadow of a figure, the shapes of the street, the expressions on strangers’ faces Blessing, above every other blessings: to love in suffering, and to suffer in loving USB flash drive containing malicious code distributed on dog tag necklaces you'll be the ghost that cannot cry, i'll be the sadness in your eyes (precariously suspended above the vast ocean of infinity & eternity.) He modeled houses out of clay, houses that had no windows or doors. a land where the sun never shone, and the light was like twilight a single snowflake falling at night with no one around to see it. they sat around it, pawing at it, trying to get it to move again suffering until the end of time for the sins of the adult world. For people who still believe in the power of saying I love you slow growth and very large bones form a filamentary structure when I saw the shadows and stars fall all around me as a boy We are now complete with our study. Thank you for your time from November 2006 until it was discontinued in June 2012 i was born the moment i met you and not a second sooner panned sound signals at low respontial frequency ratios worldly innocence and the relative idyll of childhood i feel like something terrible has already happened I’ll send my haunting melody throughout the town the room is dimly lit by purple Christmas lights family of mosses, infinite scatterings of points 30 years of unchecked psychological distortion. occasional reports of erratic behavior emerged after i died i was alone and it was very quiet long-lost sickness, sleep walking on 270 pills wish it was raining. wish i was at your house Adorned with the suffering of great longing. pictures of us in places we've never been When you wake up I'll be gone, little cat after six minutes, the broadcast returned a creature like a man with a wolf's head great clown Gagliacci is in town tonight the sun shines a color never seen before It isn't good to be alone all your life strange, repeating loop of experiences you make me feel like synthetic unity great activity underneath the surface weighted frost blankets soon though There are no bricks, and no temples i've been thinking of ending things land of ten thousand frozen lakes everything not saved will be lost Wie die Tiere den Jäger begraben. my heart is full of dead flowers all of this shall be washed away he acted like he was afraid, too let me walk you home from school flowers at the end of everything naptime holograms walking alone i am tired of making sacrifices not quite real, snow days again Well-dressed country gentleman honor tears as badges of pride there are three ways to mecca nothing will ever be the same me and you against the world my older brother has a gun reynaerde means pure-heart wrapped around your finger this world is not our home pinned close to his heart you can't unmake a martyr dry eyes just for a while staring with crossed eyes And you are weightless cartoon existentialism faemorphine datalight plane shadow on sonar the abyss of amnesia deer kigurumi benzos more gentle sadness stay warm out there current snow depths a pierotts embrace calico affections foxglove falling not cold enough dearest eustace arda kucukyetim foghorn, ditch "so it goes." winter again ...sort of atmosphere you get from any old piece of childrens music, that is just content with the melancholy nothingness that is everything; and decides to revel in it until mom calls in for dinner. Lonely months spent moping about the house through the long hours of sunshine, in sorry contemplation of my lost Eden. "If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness." Куда бы ни пошла моя душа, там друг мой будет со мной If your words were caresses, my looks were kisses. Sleep, little one; did you lose your way home?
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deerland (you sold your house) falling down to the bottom of the stars late autumn, october cafe frost on the schoolbus windows small and fearful creature I imagine it was probably at a train station. slow blink and purring silhouette in the clouds moments of solitude in a garden to mend your wounds and heal your heart porch kiss, dead pets, blood in snow throughout Europe as early as the winter of 1915–1916 the angels in heaven sigh my name this giant bird with two heads wants to be my colleague quiet erosion the abysses of amnesia all among the little stars This is how it ended in Tokyo, too. Young man pushing away everything. harsh noise for harsh winter (subzero parking lot, blood trail to treeline) and i drown a little more every day deliver me from this body of death I have made my home in the darkness. scattered crosses (on a cold stone floor) holds a small puppet of himself soft purring behind the clouds for ever, for never Wolfpack Isegrim "I didn't know you could record the sounds of a memory of watching a burnt-out video of someone shakily filming christmas tree lights" internet ghost in eternal empty bedroom and creaking empty old house, aching paws skitting around my own silent home. old worn out blankets and hardwood floorboards grey cold foggy tired day forever. skin and bones staring into faint outlines in tv static and falling falling falling. the house settles at night
the star at the center of the matrioshka brain i’ve uploaded my consciousness to is slowly dying, and the AI is struggling to maintain a believable reality i draw a picture of god in the mud with the ash of a burning stick and it looks like the reflection of murky water gazing back into my eyes looking about at the sky as if he was thinking whether it were worth while to take an umbrella, until he was near having his tail shut in leaves are growing out of my body. roots are sprouting from my hands. they delve down into the earth. endlessly, endlessly, endlessly... the wind chimes help me calm down while i wait for the bus thinking about you in my arms and i nearly cry every time i think about it i am a lot like a cat in real life. im scared easily i sleep a lot and the outside world is incredibly dangerous to me. the capacity for wisdom has been blasted out the back of a holographic JFK skull and the metal gear solid bad ending cultural terrorist is involved in an act of revolutionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhuman world there, while wrapping yourself in warm comforter, you noticed a notification light blinking on your phone assassins on the world-scale board game upon which it isn't clear who is winning or what side you are on "the game servers will eventually shut down" my brother in Christ, the sun will eventually shut down your bones are scraped clean by the desolate wind. your vault will now surely die, as you have. dreams hurt if you can't get out. i'll drown down there. every little piece of me will drown. and over and over again, I fell to what seemed to be my greatest strength and my fatal flaw and if the mist ever lets the sun through i just hope i did the right thing for me and you nightcore was completely inevitable. all human beings have ever wanted to do is go faster a tv fell on me as a kid and ever since then ive been having visions of cybernetic angels people who became ghosts are following me still. it's a gift just to feel their touch. all of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone he saved those he could manage to save, and the ones he couldn’t, he kept with him the computer lit early mornings we share, the hollow spaces we both know so well they can cleverly piece together voices and sounds they've heard to communicate listened to this on every saturday in october and it did /toggledownfall irl it finds out things it would rather not know, so it gets stressed out easily but give me wings like noah's dove and i'll fly up harbor to the one i love if only your veins were filled with oil the world would rush to your rescue do you think I might be fool enough to run away from heaven if I get there? music that sounds like rain pounding on the roof on a cold grey sleepy day eyes in the dark just outside of your vision inhuman motions of a stranger hanging out with you would be special even if i got to do it everyday when you love someone its easy to see yourself covered in their blood umm, i think the conspiracy is right.. something weird is happening till our brains and our guts splatter all over the fucking sidewalk LSD is known to cause psychosis in the people who haven't taken it. scattering sparks of thought energy deliver me and carry me away God is sending me to the stars every night and it's scaring me. how could I forget about Mitchell Heisman’s 2010 suicide note? crucified, and ready for revenge. against no one, and everyone I don’t want anything and I don’t even want to want anything. they were all in love with dying they were doing it in texas unplug from everything and drift forever around stars of ice mathias blackwolf; lavender starlight (far away, i love you) the deers troubles are now over. try not to be too jealous our children will set the world on fire to save it from us ill will emanates from voices of coyotes in the moonlight you need not dig a grave, my guilt will swallow me whole. trying to make those tiny points of light meet your eyes oh, my whole life is staked on that one momentary smile. privacy doesn't exist in atlanta i fucking hate it here neverending desire to fly, neverending desire to starve if your own children kill you, it's probably your fault I could kiss the bullet casings riddles across the room sometimes I feel like the prequel to a horrible person as the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger blocked blocked blocked none of you are free from sin if the answer is no, then try to forget I ever asked dreamed up under grey skies and amongst the brambles trollhatten; the world is ending in my dreams again pain heals. chicks dig scars. glory lasts forever. i don't want to live in a world without warm hugs when a bomb goes off, everything becomes shrapnel black coyote is deaf, he cannot hear your orders when i die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth when the cold of winter comes i will be ready wish it was raining. wish i was at your house Night on the Galactic Railroad (銀河鉄道の夜) that summer when everything came to a halt the following eight years of radio silence i tried to write you a psychotic love song scanner sombre... "67 moments in an image" I remember how right it felt in his arms they have such things as wolf possession what an interesting choice you have made the burden of needing to eat to survive you're not a cat you killed my brother i've only ever lived in haunted houses i will do this for the rest of my life the angels see this and understand it. i think you're the fucking antichrist no you don't get it i want it to hurt i will carry this scar until my death you're the reason i believe in ghosts cascading realities, drifting vision the star shall gorge itself on clay vacuum collapse werewolf break free five hours to midnight all the time do whatever you want im not talking i wrote you a song i'll never sing on the rooftop, light up the water i have made my bed in the darkness i see all the things that haunt me accompanied by an inhabited planet it seems to me this world is dying a small and rapidly emptying world i like to think you're the leaves the seed of eden has begun to rot phonetic runes (ww1 wolf attacks) funny animals call me to the sea i am a teenage junkie turning 23 like this image to rot instantly why can't we all just walk away? ten years after, i'm going home cute foxes curl into each other the other side of the rain well the befuddlements of butterpaw vessel enamored with moonlight the funeral of reynard the fox none of us are here by choice. the moon will follow you home sheltered glade statue puzzle this site is mobile hostile wheel broken at the cistern first thing in the morning two doves fly ever onwards wasting illness wikipedia one more mile to the sky. i'll be gone, little cat last train home syndrome land of a thousand lakes wolfwalkers in daylight your world is a mistake drone strike in heaven i can be your reindeer when will my man come? let us go to the rose we did it all for fun garden wall of sleep a safe port of habit if not then oh well veneration of ashes the longest goodbye ontological ghosts love, so estranged death in midsummer soft static skies mummified fairies bleary wuthreach honda civic 2010 free now to roam twee lovers club covered in birds anubis hospital ambient tweets transmitter 35 indian summer hey frail boy snow day 2012 digital ghost saint krasnow sleepy paws deer in fog winter rain certain moments of eternal nothing wrap me like soft sleep and reflections of overcast skies on my radar; data nexus returns silence unbroken and dull steel is slowly grown over with lichen and moss as the snow falls
("I've seen them kissing, out in the hallway.")
Western housing concerns Roads lead northwards British radar Cold rooms, deer in churchyards Norfolk Anorak, trains in snow Leaving everything behind 銀河鉄道の夜 "Night on the Galactic Railroad heaps collective technological melancholy onto Miyazawa's text, positioning nostalgia not in the pastoral that is being interrupted by the train, but in the now antiquated machinery that promises movement anywhere but here." "Everywhere you go, there are lines to follow, you know it's no race. Some people shine for such a short time, and then spend their days dreaming of that time."