Added: May 17, 2008
From: in2dionysus
Duration: 2:13
Out tame by the water I live in the worlds gold. A fresh way of new ideas. A spare river leads the way, as i become like the wind. As i live in the eye of the eagle, the shadows become nuclear. I intercept everyhting in the clouds. I wait like a rapid in a river. My mind crosses my eyes. The wind turns into a ferret; the fire of life sparks once again. In an organ of life I see what is made. The wind am i, moving through pressures, as i seek, find ing prey, where it lies, the weak and disinherited. What am I, if not a predator... A rush of pain. So, I hold no salt. I am ready, and in doubt and moving. My body breathes quietly. I make no sound. I am moving soft, hard, light. Have some of my catnip wine, with a side of lightning. I am ready for the kill. I howl through tight passages, making my forces known. I am not as fast as light, so it is an acquintence. Listen, you can hear me coming. I whisper in your ear. For what do i whisper! If you hear me it is too late. I am everywhere and everything alive. I am the four elements. Stars, and everything in the blackness. The universe of discourse. Can you read my signs? Will you know them, when you see them? My stretch is far and wide. I am a predator! The wind! I move like the darkness in search of my kill. I will tell you a story about nothing, and its relationship with the sun. Are you ready to be a martyr for the electricity in my shadow? If i am to survive, that is what it will be. I pinch my bed bugs in a blood of fire. My will demands it.
Channel: Film
Tags: blood fire in2dionysus lightning metaphore of
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