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19 September 2002 @ 04:35 pm
Sometimes, we speak in quotes. We believe that everything we wish we could say has been said before, and is exactly what we mean. So I created my alter-ego who speaks only in quotations, kalishari, to speak in quotations for me. There's more to it than that, but that's the seed of the idea. It's not emotional posturing- sometimes, I just need to be somebody else for awhile.

Now, ergo, half the battle. The other half is the gun(n)s.

I get my kicks on Channel 6,
To the off-beat, electricity
And the light blinds my eyes,
And I feel dirty
And the light blinds my eyes,
And I feel
shaken in my faith
(here comes Christ on crutches)
. . .
Freeze-dried in a new religion,
My teeth step back in my head.
Current Music: Underworld - Dirty Epic
la femme stygian: green goblingunn on September 19th, 2002 02:48 pm (UTC)
Six-Sixty-Six by Frank Black
In the midst of the war
He offered us peace
And he came like a lover
From out of the east
With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast
His intentions were six-sixty-six

He walked up to the temple
With gold in his hands
And he bought off the priests
And propositioned the land
And the world was his harlot
And laid in the sand
While the band played six-sixty-six

We served at his table
And slept on the floor
But he starved us and beat us
And nailed us to the door
Well, I'm ready to die
I can't take any more
And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks

He told us he loved us
But that was a lie
There was blood in his pockets
And death in his eyes
Well, my number is up
And I'm willing to die
If the band will play six
If the band will play six-sixty
If the band will play six-sixty-six
atelierlune on September 20th, 2002 08:36 am (UTC)
The both of you are. just. in-credible. Astounding. Something like that.