I’m living proof of Churchill’s lies
I’m closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley’s uniform
Of imagery
I’m living in a silent film
Portraying
Himmler’s sacred realm
Of dream reality
I’m frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain’t got the power anymore
No I ain’t got the power anymore
I’m the twisted name
on Garbo’s eyes
I’m living proof of
Churchill’s lies
I’m destiny
I’m torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper’s fang
Or herald loud
the death of Man
I’m sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain’t got the power anymore
Don’t believe in yourself
Don’t deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death’s release
I’m not a prophet
or a stone age man
Just a mortal
with the potential of a superman
I’m living on
I’m tethered to the logic
of Homo Sapien
Can’t take my eyes
from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don’t explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On, the next Bardo
I’m sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain’t got the power anymore
Innita para No, domingo 31 de julio de 2005.
De los diarios de Innita, en eros de 2013.
De los diarios de Innita, di siempre de 2012.
“… a mis siete añitos había perdido a mi primera gatita en circunstancias muy tristes; el día que pasó eso, supe, tal vez con aquel tipo de sabiduría intuitiva propia de la infancia, que toda mi vida iba a ser dura” -Innita Para No
De los diarios de Innita, no-viembre de 2012.
Chilindrinnita.
This is Halloween.
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model: Rachel Dashae
