Months in the dark side of my mind, trying to figure the meaning to the visuals behind the script lines. My messiah is a sick, sad and weak but courageous fellow who's only hope is an artificial panacea named morphia. But how ? why ? where? how can a puzzle come together when only the corners are standing. how can it be linked, how can a true, wise and a new beginning lead to an ultimate truth? i've been planting nails all over my scalp, trying to fill this hidden black hole. The hermaphrodite was at my door lately, picking through the keyhole with his caduceus... but suddenly, and i really do not remember how the metal elixir of alchemy came leaking through the invisible square, coagulating to fitting pieces. Magnum opus!! finally. i have found the absolute link, and so rich of madman and dreams. Mercury and sulfure, in salt... nigredo and albedo for rubedo!! the stone is almost complete !! there will be no more tumor :woot:..

but enough said. I'm in love with alchemy and the ars magna, and suddenly i fall on one of baudelaire's poem, wich is a perfect combination, as if extracted from my mind and poured into the past. i hate him.

Alchemy of pain

"Nature! -- One man illuminates you with his ardor,
Another sets you to mourning!
What says to one: Sepulcher!
Says to another: Life and splendor!

Unknown Hermes who assists me
And who has always intimidated me,
You render me the equal of Midas,
The most wretched of alchemists;

Through you, I change gold into iron
And paradise into hell;
In the shroud of the clouds

I make out a beloved corpse,
And on the celestial shores
I build great sarcophagi."



Lately i've been deep into the trip of tool. insane compositions and one of most intoxicating lyrics i have ever read.

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.

They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.

H. - Tool

..Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication{...}
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

Schism - Tool

As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Lateralus - Tool

would someone make me stop ?? i can go on forever..
damnit.


to my beautiful creature.



and of course, i missed you all terribly

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