2004-04-28 - 1:58 a.m.

I'm a love rocket
One solitary diamond spinning in the void
Refracting infinity

The spacebound star-dust falling from Kether
Gently collects itself into everything

The third thing god did to man was cast him out
These are the three heads: creating, giving, and taking
Remember this when Cerberus greats you
At the Abyss before the Supernal world

Knowledge is nothing more than the pursuit of interesting things to talk about
Our opinions voice themselves, they do not need our leave
they empty out like farts
Our greatest destruction is our finest triumph
neither being neither nonbeing
some where else

When you get old
your heart withers and dies
If I had a heart
A rotating fusion engine to my bloody orrery
It would spend its time
burning and beating you into ecstasy
shaping the angel from unmade gold
and throwing its creation against the world

now back to the humdrum work-a-day world
back to monotony, boredom and gray skies
back to feeling shattered, a broken piece of the whole
back to not connecting and being apart
back to imperfection and flaws
But you will remember what you saw
back to creation's growing pains

I introduced my roommate to The Breakfast Club and UHF. He really likes those films. Maybe too much.

I do not feel well. Send me some good vibes, people

-Jesse