Magic Cow

Oh, and we thought we were so original.... (LOL)

From Cabanon Press.

 

Sunday Updates 10/26/08

We haven't been very good about telling you about updates, but they have been going up. Here's some recent stuff for you:

Some short stories have been added:

• greed
• bombs
• time travel
• ghosts

Jonathan is dealing with a pile of bodies.

Stewart is leaving notes for Zim.

Zim's been writing in his journal.

Molly pretends not to see it.

Molly & Zim put up a flickr account.

Molly & Zim's map has been updated.

Until next week, have a safe trip!

 

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america's really New York

in the world of denial & persuasion

- those speaking the truth & pulling back the curtain are mocked & jeered until others start saying the same things then they become a threat

- we stand upon the souls we once were only transported through time remembering more & more there is a possibility it could be our time to become the pharoh or cause the pharoh to fall

- either way it is unimportant as the children all go insane they will not even be guided by mere thoughts or emotions or anything they think they know

- the draft is coming I feel the cold it is in the air there will be no petitions no contracts this draft has us all if we live through the conjuring - placid days coming to hypnotize the subtle shape & shift brings illusion of grandeur promising much unless much awareness is granted destruction will come from those less observant - to call a tune strum one down pour the mead you see I'm not sure when but this is about to be a very long journey - open the doors to those of dirty hands it means they work hard listen closely to the quiet voice for they are reserved & have learned much follow not the pretty smile to the slaughter

Just dust

I turned my head too quickly. The disorientation was a result of the sudden shift of perspective. I stood up too suddenly. The black vapor I caught in my peripheral vision was an illusion caused by a change in blood pressure. I cleaned recently. The mists in the air are only dust caught in the sunlight. There's not really anything there. I'm pretty sure of it.

 

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eternal bodybag?

Germany

was like heaven but you see where I am now

it gets hotter than a hundred in the summer with no clouds

...I've been dragged down

but at the same time I've been dragging myself

for so long

-

to think I was someone special once upon a time

it's like

a seriously psychological delusion

&

the world doesn't mind

letting me know

-

I said to the butler here're the keys

then walked out with nothing

&

nothing is what I'll be

forced myself into slavery

What is this that I've done?

tried to go back home

but now there is none

-

tried to reach you through prayer

tried to reach you through war

tried to reach you through self-destruction (there's not enough wine)

found the silence I never wanted to find

the lost connection

but I am still here on the line

-

What is this that I've done?

What is this that I've done?

Is this what I thought I wanted sometime before now?

&

Is there any going back?

-

Or is this the meltdown I am not strong enough to hack?

Is this the world shifting it's pole(s) to bring life back?

Is this the way we are truly supposed to grow?

Does this ever end?

Or is this the eternal bodybag which I souly own?

Sunday Updates - October 5

This week in the apocalypse:

*The long-awaited continuation of "Parade."
*Zim isn't getting much sleep.
*Stewart almost has her. She's so close he can touch her.
*An RSS feed's been added to the blogger.
*We've added a MySpace music page where you can add music by RJ and Brandon to your page.

Once again we had our biggest week ever, topping 1000 hits in one day. We also got a review on Grimrack'd's Dross blog.

We're looking into options for making the newer additions easier to get to, so that those of you that keep coming back don't have to follow the entire chain back to where you left off. We're considering an RSS feed for the site itself, but have certain reservations. Other options could be a weekly updated sitemap, an updates page on the site somewhere, an email newsletter.... Let us know if you have ideas, and what would work best for you.

See you next week!

littleapocalypse.com

 

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growing dead things

they’ve planted the seeds watered them profusely grown them quickly with their toxic debris around all of those that now can’t grow (around all of humanity) genetically enhanced to need them in order to feed blinded the shell cannot see (no more opened eyes, 3rd generation full of lies) Where to drink or where to feed? withering upon the land as it dies too ingestion of the toxic stew provided & told to consume & another box gets made to separate the Earth from man (again) clocks in my head are ticking differently (than their atomic machines) some think I am crazy some want to see me bleed the words of angels you’ve ignored those words were seeds (unadorned) listen listen as the world grows smaller it’s even easier to see if you haven’t spent your soul in this society there’s always a dream to bring to life always a way to make it reality

raging waters Where have you gone? damned them all and took the spawn from it’s tree as if it were we living underwater (fish in the trees) or like we’re endless beings (in these bodies) like nothing bad will happen (if we all just go along) like we shouldn’t be like we shouldn’t care a thing like we should hoard these papers white & green like we should always watch tv (to find reality) like we weren’t anyfuckingthing at all

your rain is a lie your rain is acid and I don’t fear (not a fucking thing) not even you your rain is a lie your rain is a lie (reign) your rain is a lie your rain is a lie but the poison seeps on through it’ll kill the best of them it’ll kill the best of them &

they keep standing still &

they keep watching them kill ("honey turn up the tv please") as you kill yourselves standing still Don’t you notice you’ll never see those who "lead" doing much more than following the Same old playbook

the Same old thing the Same old direction from another Regime (nothing original of course) play by play? &

that ain’t no lie

they came

they came from distant places

destroying the land

&

all those who

sought her just reward

for

planting seed

&

virtue

they came

to cover the truth

to file grievances with even their own creator

&

to have us all

(me & you)

do the same

even though our Creator(s)

were different

they came

to make simulations of what was once living

&

sell it to us all

(you & me)

at prices too steep to be even considered

insane

just to feed their need

they came

honoring nothing

&

preparing never to soften their hearts

that is if these beings

even have those

I watched

from a distant consciousness

to understand the meaning of it all

to show Creator(s) I still care

to thank them for the chance

to become apostate for truth

&

in hopes of finding some answer

to what they've done

I wait for another life

to express my talents honed

the music in my head

must wait to be played when the victory dance begins

they came

&

as the clock ticked

the time moved awkwardly

yet everyone seemed too busy

to even notice

they came

disguising themselves

infusing their needs

through calculated breeding

through repetitous teachings

through confusion

&

fixation

through creating other gods to honor

to lessen our value

&

make slaves of us all

pray now to the corporation who provides for you

as they prey upon your life-force

a trade I can never find rational

run with the hunt if you choose

but remember

pack mentality

&

the larger the crowd you stand in

the less humane you become