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Started by Sepia, February 10, 2009, 02:43:19 AM

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February 10, 2009, 02:43:19 AM
"I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands"   - M Jagger & K Richards

The tetragrammaton is written on her back, black ink pushed underneath the skin in one of our many prisons in this age. Blood throbbing under the significance of the secret name of the godhead. The heart beats faster, races as the pain reaches the peak and the frames are all set before the artist fills it in with the black, the spreading darkness leaving her numb before she falls into a trance pronouncing the letters but never the word itself leaving it hidden until she's free from her mall/prison/school.

The order in the universe resonates through her and as she slowly realizes that life has no meaning, love has no meaning and hate has no meaning and reality is a manifestation of qlippoth, discarded souls moving along the corridors, cold doors barring what they see as the light while they themselves think to walk involuntarily in the dark. The grass is always greener on the other side manifests itself in a cult, worshipping toads crucified to the most common religious symbols and promises of a heaven undreamt.

A man sees the name on her back, vaguely glowing and as his panting and moaning grows, the word is set free from this iron prison
Everyone will always be too late

The Good Reverend Roger

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February 10, 2009, 03:01:36 AM
:mittens:

You remind me of this genius named Sepia that I used to know.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Sepia

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February 10, 2009, 03:59:04 PM
That old sepia seems to surface the most when I read Philip K Dick. Been writing cute and pretty articles lately and for some reason that makes my rants that are just preaching to the choir even more dull and preachy.


Fluctuations will happen.
Everyone will always be too late
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