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Eternity’s zero hour
Deep in the motherboard
Where no door will answer your call

Pineal yarn, woven into Gaia on her precipice
The children walk a rose-tinted path
Inattentive of the blinkers
Grey matter cartel of periphery

Do we live the butterfly’s dream?
Are you sitting comfortably?

A clumsy and involuntary masterpiece
Impostors orbit conical demiurge
I could hold this all in my hand
But I believe in a fighting chance

Assembled for disassembly
Earth has outlived its usefulness
Let me assume treachery
Can’t stop laughing
Can’t stop, won’t stop

Wings ache as they grow
Fetters tickle on collapse

Can’t stop laughing
Can’t stop, won’t stop

Over my shoulder
That balanitis writhes

Can’t stop laughing
Can’t stop, won’t stop

Afterbirth cave-in
You lie beneath the remains

Can’t stop laughing
Can’t stop, won’t stop

Can’t stop laughing
Could stop, should stop, would stop, won’t stop
This connoisseur of tongues
Is a tightrope between
Spoken or screeched
Buried beneath overlord’s gurgling
Cells at a standstill in the vein
Percussive white finger
Dredged through greybrown palette
All under lock, key and camera toys
Moot in cover of darkness
These shivering restraints
In the world of dumb strangers

They taste it like the clockwork
And harmonize constituency’s call
Strung up by the neck
Hooked to anaesthetic screens
With gerbil’s brain and engine’s jaw
We propel our kind deeper into the earth
Stumbling upon the xenohistoric

They taste it like the clockwork
And where will our next step lead?
Seat yourself in the stems of the word processor
       ...we don’t bleed the same way
Doorway caved in as you tiptoed through
Paraplegic at the starting pistol
       ...I beg you, quiet the volatile atlas
Since disconnection, the holster has been fabricated
With a pulse that courses
       Through yin and yang
Throatel accommodations – shrinking every second
And it pleads you to take the wheel back

       Red on the last rung
That lifts you off the ledge
       And out onto screaming clouds
It’s nothing but static
       As far as the eye can see...

Years of a lawyer stereotype
Torching moths about your lightbulbs
It squeezes tight and pulls him away
       Off to where he knows where she is...
       And where they’re waiting...
Two and two, waiting...
Solar child will arrive soon
This gold, crackling beneath
Floodlights in the sky

New presence pulls the words
Right out of our mouths
Disappear into ashes
And sink beneath the falling heavens

When we come back around
This will all be over
I am so glad these end times of mine
Will be spent with you

And as the star comes out
These hands will come down
And we will step into the light together
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Sithu Aye
  • Reading: IHNMAIMS - Harlan Ellison
  • Playing: Borderlands 2
  • Eating: Pizza
  • Drinking: Pepsi
This Piece-A-Week thing's goin' pretty well, if I say so myself. 
You may also notice I'm putting up other bits too. 
I've been writing pieces with my friend Sam too, on a variety of different subjects.
I'm going to be posting another one up in a few days; fair warning, though: it's written in a two-layer cipher.
Transposition, then full-on scramble. 
It may LOOK like random letters, but it does actually say something.
Be prepared.


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Josef Kirby
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United Kingdom
There's not a lot to say about me.

I'm a writer, musician and part-time screw-up.

I'm 20 years of age, with a taste for the odd, the unknown, the creepy and the downright fucked-up.

Should you get to know me, I'll be the best friend you never met.

There's not a lot to say about me.

Current Residence: Earth, idiot.
Favourite genre of music: Anything odd and inspired, really.
Favourite style of art: Macabre, sketchy, rough, stressed.
MP3 player of choice: My phone.
Favourite cartoon character: The oh-so-lovable stickman. :3
Personal Quote: Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers.

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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there, Josef.  Thanks for favin!  :)
DEADMEAT15 Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, Scott!
No problem! :D
BlackBowfin Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
More..... Thanks again, man.  :)
BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, man.  :)
DEADMEAT15 Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Not a problem, sweetheart.
I fucking love the way you write. :heart:
SheDares Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :huggle: Seems to be the only way things make sense right now...
DEADMEAT15 Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I understand, dear.
That's why I write how I do too.
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey Josef.  Thank you for the watch and fave.  :)
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