About EMD
In a mix of computer lingo, psychotherapy, and two parallel stories revolving around a disk labeled ELIZABETH MUST DIE, this debut novel of hacker-noir follows the narrator through the underbelly of L.A., where all paranoid conspiracies become and replace reality.
In the seeming inconsistencies and incoherencies that develop, we come to question the nature of artificial intelligence, organic identity, & memory itself.
1. The use of computer lingo and numerous hacking references through-out the text is a pun on the human mind. Artificial Intelligence. Memory Access Errors. Hacking itself is defined by ONE true aesthetic: All information begs to be set free.
2. Progressive Thought Principal 1: Everything Flows. Not this. The sporadic sequence of dates forces us to perceive -this- reality 4th dimensionally.
3. There is the noticeable difference between eloquent emotions and adolescent actions..this poses the question: Can -you- break the dichotomy?
4. This is the beginning
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I used to be scared..so fucking scared. But now..that fear is mine to hold and control.
REALIZATION ONE
I am a fucking grenade and so are you. At any given moment, boredom can turn from fiction to flesh. That fury can wash over our enemies, erode their rough surface down to shit and blood. Nothing. NOTHING can stop us except death. And I've made my peace w/ god and the universe. The fear of the explosion is the weapon of the oppressor. Fuck it. Soak the world in kerosene dreams before you blow.
Nausea
Loveondine ©2002
I
linger;
the wasted collection of assimilated tissue
and i am society.
i am the one to hold you and control you
and i dont know you anymore
like dreams on the move
waves frozen in ice..
a motion that begs for freedom
last words..
fading:
you are oblivion
burned at the stake
bitten and barren
they leave you
on the edge
rancid dreams - fading days
..last words out
Stale ©2002
how
i want your body
its endless suffering
its unreachable glory
to be every thought you have..
to
destroy everything sacred you've ever known;
chain you down
so you can never see those clouds again
inhaling
her fear
exhaling god
i
move my lips like 2 knives into her body
each kiss cutting another piece from her
each taste numbing the world's invading corrosion
in the stale light
spreading
like a disease
Steam©2004
longing
for something feminine & violent.
i think of her body..pale & unscarred
before me
bleeding Catholicism
after me
i put her in the oven lightly sautéed
spicy italian & caustic 1980-something
i methodically make 5 minute incisions into her
the question remains is she ready
we want her evenly cooked..we want her rare
we want her slightly pink on the inside
her meaty texture easily dissectible in our mouths
and now we are ready to serve our girl under glass
enjoy her endless suffering piece by piece the promise of escape
while she's growing wings and staring back
I Have Failed To Bring You Through The Night©2004
..this glass shoe
breaking
apart
breaking away
I
put the razor down;
staring into your ~dreaming~ head
..dreaming
from the stygian caress of hell's 11 minute lover--
it moves too fast
leaves you for another's hunger
I
cannot make us last; lingering in the terror of this red rock
..shadows moving through the dust
..fingers finding only fear
I can give you this night
Epitaph For The Lizard Dynasty©2004
Sleep
was fierce;
a cold dead shadow that takes my life
for 5 hours then reinserts
the amphetamine soul into my chest.
Pumping napalm..AWAKE!
Dreams cascading by the wayside;
signs of the day's divinity left unchosen.
The razor edge of belief is dulled by being alive.
Every
foreign body moving past me,
I lose myself in the moment of our unpassing.
Can
you hear me Jim?
Down on the pavement,
calling your name
until my throat cracks & bleeds?
Recommended Tracks: Background Music
Rambling
To be is to perceive or to be is to be perceived. -Berkley
Writing..LIVING..isn't about perception. Its about action. Its about 10cc's of dynamite running mindless & violent through your blood-- circulating the abuse. The syntax of destruction.
Violence
A tool. A technique. The state of being in perpetual action. The extraction of -more- kinetic energy than normally would result from the quantifiable host potential energy.
It takes violence to make babies & planets.
It takes violence to make yourself God: To Fuck & Conquer.
Sex
The end result of humans discovering self-empowerment. Sex w/o violence is like a car that stays in 2nd or an internet that only loads Microsoft's site.
Drugs
Your psycho-immune system's automatic response to the boredom & frustration of that inaccessible self empowerment. A temporary escape from the ensnaring mediocrity of the immediate surroundings.
Mediocrity
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