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vampyre faery maenad drunk on all things that dance under the starry abyss with the little death eaters and the great terrible exploding lullabies...
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“Be Drunken” - Charles Baudelaire
Be Drunken, Always. That is the point; nothing else matters. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you down and crush you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please. But be drunken. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, or on the green grass in a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and find the drunkenness half or entirely gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all that speaks, ask what hour it is; and wind, wave, star, bird, or clock will answer you: “It is the hour to be drunken! Be Drunken, if you would not be the martyred slaves of Time; be drunken continually! With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please.”
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“the blind stairs laugh when we dare to climb them”
And we climb the tallest of towers to find the beloved punisher whose gaze tracks our compliance…
We climb to the height of our selves and find the tower empty…
Though there are faint scratches in the wooden frame that claim,
“If you are here, you are the watchers now, and must watch, have always watched, will ever watch, ever…”
Tired we are for the climb is long and saddened to see heads far below us hung by the noose of a gaze become our own…
…these chains of heart and meaning known sometimes as other people…they wind as garlands do…but cannot wrestle free…
Our lashes follow a feather climbing the sky…and above us the stars say nothing…promise nothing…watch nothing…
Watching ourselves from those stars we wish we could give them our eyes and ask of them to become beloved monsters
“Would you sear us with your knowing? Would you glare down at us so we may laugh and spit with the deep content of knowing we need not know?”
But it is time now, as it has grown colder, for us to draw the veiled lace of the tower window and take our place beside it…
We are silent, you and I, though you take from your pocket an envelope and from it a lined page that you fashion into a paper airplane…
Once you have fallen asleep, I secretly unfold it, and write these words that i hope you will one day discover…
“…………………………..”
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Alice: But I don’t want to go among mad people.
The Cat: Oh, you can’t help that. We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.
Alice: How do you know I’m mad?
The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn’t have come here.
“Santa Baby” - had fun doing a cover of my fav Eartha Kitt song… Merry X-Mas all ! xxx
woke up with the urge to sing something…this was the first thing that came to mind…its strange but melancholy songs are like lullabies to me…mad world…
“there was a boy…a very strange enchanted boy…” You can hear the evening crickets chirping as I sing this lullaby for you enchanted strangelings of the twilight ramblings.
wondered what it would sound like if I sang Nirvana’s “Lithium” with a sort of Billy Holiday tone of voice… always a song that the voices in my head appreciate singing in the shower… so here you go…
