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The Good Reverand Dirtbag Speaks!
Anyone who remembers my shit form the old site may notice a shift towards a more relaxed and less manic energy in the peices.
In short: my work is more boring than ever.
"Celeste"
This heart is never still
but restless as the sun's eternal flame
restless as the fire which keeps it beating
...and burning
Burning an eternally lit flame, spreading itself out past the brink
brimming over with an openness tantamount to destruction
and tantamount, of course, to self destruction
but let's not mention that for now
For now, let's focus on the topic at hand:
Hands once held casually now keep their distance, remembering
an exchange was made between us
items changing hands, cells and atoms changing sides
it's crucial to remember,
the bond made at this exchange was more than a genetic imperitive...
unfortunately
gather your strength now, child
Child of sleep, child of the heart, child of your mother's lie
we both know it stings, but let's try to forget that
just for a moment,
let's remember what life taught us about love
Love is fifteen or so minutes of croaking bedsprings
an hour maybe...
maybe not
Not that it's important, but you are completely unimportant
let's just leave it at that.
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Wholeheartedly yours,
The Good Reverend Dirtbag
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