Erranticism

 
             

   
 
 

Monday, November 11, 2002

 
Another one for you, young Pandora/hand-in-the-box:

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I know a woman, she ate the whole world;
and she used to be such a nice girl.
She touched me with a secret.
She burned me with her cigarette.
I belonged to her for so long,
people say I had the chance to be strong,
but my soul is lit by the secret I learned
and my path is written in the cigarette burn.

Oh, there is a time, there were incidents,
and so we hear them,
but the mouth of God kisseth carrion.
And when it appeared above our car that night,
our hearts froze.
The living creature from her own life hides.
If you feed me, I'll eat,
and we will, we'll leave tonight.
Look at you, moving through the world of purple people,
your hair speckled with vomit.
Can't you see them sparing you, limping, calling up to heaven:
"Fade lights, exeunt, cue comet."


You, you make things come out of me.

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er·rant'·i·cism: n. 1) the act of ranting on no fixed or regular topic. 2) Ranting that lacks consistency, regularity, or uniformity. 3) Ranting that is eccentric or deviates from the customary course in conduct or opinion.