Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

09/Jun/02 Montparnasse, Paris, Waiting for Sophie @7:30 PM

This humble scry is made to the honor of Sophie Russo. May she live a life charmed by god.

This better be good... I had (thought at least) to steal a pen chained to a bank desk, and I was absurdly, conspicuously obvious about it... Then I find out I've stolen a dead pen.

The pen which ran out of ink as I signed a letter with "X" has been resurrected.



I went to Mass
And got drunk on Holy Water
Then baptised myself in wine


I took a bath in Gin
Then painted myself in Blood
And washed me down with Mercury


For breakfast I breathe Champagne
Make bullets out of Morphine
To create & kill the Pain


I shoot them right into my head
Then climb up on to my bed
& turn the Television on.
Published by G. Etranger at 12:31 PM

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