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The Obsidian Theater
Welcome to tonight’s show
Allow me to introduce myself.
I go by many names
Some of which, you may know
But those do not need to be mentioned
a howl, a moan, a scream, a summoning
Let’s keep this interesting.
This is the midnight calling
This is the raven cawing
This is the shadow lurking
And the jackals slurping
The demons wailing
While Charon is sailing,
The Acheron
The river
The first
The Eternal song
Of dripping livers
and Thirst
Stop
This is all confusing
And amusing
To some
And many
But to me it is painful
Demeaning
Putrid
Repugnant
Detrimental
Disturbing
And
A subjective simmer of passivity
A pious dose of sheer calamity
Once upon a time
In a land past the desert
Was a neon capped city
Devoid of hope
And shaped by
Casual nihilism
And too much money
A powerful portrait in all its brevity
The display of sweltering people melting against the asphalt
The mucous sunscreen and coarse sand between the toes
And crooked nails
And bleached hair
And coffee stained teeth
And pink nails
And Gucci purses
And Versace dresses
Shutter Shades
Corvettes
$5 lap dances
And promiscuous preteen slaves
To MTV
VH1
Pop sensations
Internet porn
Social networks
Smart phones
Model rock stars
Models
Interviews
Auditions
Mundane seductively
For him
Or she
The nepotistic aficionado
of
Delicious, robust, superb, disdain
Cocaine: Nose Candy
Heroin: Snake venom
After Parties: Gang bang adrenaline
Snuff Film tryouts: Garage studio
LSD: Acid
Plastic: Lips, skins, breasts.
24/7
Hits of E
X-T-C
and
Do you have change for a hundred?
Or a change for a life?
Cites in Dust
Thank Siouxsie and the Banshees; A carnival.
Shout
Tears for Fears, they’re Head over Heels
Love will Tear Us apart
From Joy Division, who claims she’s lost control
Los Angeles
“X”
Exene and Billy Zoom’s Wild Gift.
The perpetual rise of sunset rockers and Neon knights.
Teens crawling through the muck of socialites and incubator nightmares
Civil borders wired by racial slurs and salivating bigotry
Water replaced by blood
Spit interchanged for souls
And fire traded for icy methamphetamine
Warriors and survivors
Poets and dreamers
Shooters and inhalers
Geeks and groupies
Burnouts and Dropouts
Sweet dreams are made of this
Such a show, such a show! Bravo Bravo! Thank you, thanks to all I have time to thank: Martin Sheen, Julius Ceasar, Fender Guitars, Randy Marsh, elbow pads, Chuck Berry, Al Green, X, Joy Division, Tears for Fears, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Less than Zero, Alucard, Humphrey Bogart, Grace Kelly, Daryl Dixon, George Harrison, Brad Pitt, Rooney Mara (Love you), Belstaff, Emma Watson (Love you too), Laure Heriard Dubreuil, Manolo Blahnik, Hannah Murray and Michele Abeles.
So many to mention, so little time. We’ll be back.
Welcome to tonight’s show
Allow me to introduce myself.
I go by many names
Some of which, you may know
But those do not need to be mentioned
a howl, a moan, a scream, a summoning
Let’s keep this interesting.
This is the midnight calling
This is the raven cawing
This is the shadow lurking
And the jackals slurping
The demons wailing
While Charon is sailing,
The Acheron
The river
The first
The Eternal song
Of dripping livers
and Thirst
Stop
This is all confusing
And amusing
To some
And many
But to me it is painful
Demeaning
Putrid
Repugnant
Detrimental
Disturbing
And
A subjective simmer of passivity
A pious dose of sheer calamity
Once upon a time
In a land past the desert
Was a neon capped city
Devoid of hope
And shaped by
Casual nihilism
And too much money
A powerful portrait in all its brevity
The display of sweltering people melting against the asphalt
The mucous sunscreen and coarse sand between the toes
And crooked nails
And bleached hair
And coffee stained teeth
And pink nails
And Gucci purses
And Versace dresses
Shutter Shades
Corvettes
$5 lap dances
And promiscuous preteen slaves
To MTV
VH1
Pop sensations
Internet porn
Social networks
Smart phones
Model rock stars
Models
Interviews
Auditions
Mundane seductively
For him
Or she
The nepotistic aficionado
of
Delicious, robust, superb, disdain
Cocaine: Nose Candy
Heroin: Snake venom
After Parties: Gang bang adrenaline
Snuff Film tryouts: Garage studio
LSD: Acid
Plastic: Lips, skins, breasts.
24/7
Hits of E
X-T-C
and
Do you have change for a hundred?
Or a change for a life?
Cites in Dust
Thank Siouxsie and the Banshees; A carnival.
Shout
Tears for Fears, they’re Head over Heels
Love will Tear Us apart
From Joy Division, who claims she’s lost control
Los Angeles
“X”
Exene and Billy Zoom’s Wild Gift.
The perpetual rise of sunset rockers and Neon knights.
Teens crawling through the muck of socialites and incubator nightmares
Civil borders wired by racial slurs and salivating bigotry
Water replaced by blood
Spit interchanged for souls
And fire traded for icy methamphetamine
Warriors and survivors
Poets and dreamers
Shooters and inhalers
Geeks and groupies
Burnouts and Dropouts
Sweet dreams are made of this
Such a show, such a show! Bravo Bravo! Thank you, thanks to all I have time to thank: Martin Sheen, Julius Ceasar, Fender Guitars, Randy Marsh, elbow pads, Chuck Berry, Al Green, X, Joy Division, Tears for Fears, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Less than Zero, Alucard, Humphrey Bogart, Grace Kelly, Daryl Dixon, George Harrison, Brad Pitt, Rooney Mara (Love you), Belstaff, Emma Watson (Love you too), Laure Heriard Dubreuil, Manolo Blahnik, Hannah Murray and Michele Abeles.
So many to mention, so little time. We’ll be back.
This is one of my favorites I've done so far in this series. I had just finished reading Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis and watch Gregg Araki's films, The Doom Generation and Nowhere, which all three sum up the existentialism and merging rampancy of living in Los Angeles, California. An experience I will never forget.
This is part of a free-formed writing exercise I developed to cope with my "Creative isolation"
...long story. Actually, if you want some sort-of-back-story to all of this, then read my short story, THE DELUGE OF ISOLATED RAIN. Parts I-III are up now.
Previous installments:
The Obsidian Theater
[link] I. Visceral Pleasures
[link] II. Monsters of the Void
[link] III. Our Mythic Ambition
[link] IV. The Symphony of Sensational Voyeurism
[link] V. Nefarious & Ominous
[link] VI. Neon Angels, Velvet Demons and the Malcontent Youth
[link] VII. Breadth of Life
[link] VIII. Tearful Adagio
[link] IX. Corpses & Illusions
[link] X. Pubic Fruit
This is part of a free-formed writing exercise I developed to cope with my "Creative isolation"
...long story. Actually, if you want some sort-of-back-story to all of this, then read my short story, THE DELUGE OF ISOLATED RAIN. Parts I-III are up now.
Previous installments:
The Obsidian Theater
[link] I. Visceral Pleasures
[link] II. Monsters of the Void
[link] III. Our Mythic Ambition
[link] IV. The Symphony of Sensational Voyeurism
[link] V. Nefarious & Ominous
[link] VI. Neon Angels, Velvet Demons and the Malcontent Youth
[link] VII. Breadth of Life
[link] VIII. Tearful Adagio
[link] IX. Corpses & Illusions
[link] X. Pubic Fruit
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Wow, this is amazing, I don't even know the words that I want to use to describe this, so please make do with somthing as unremarkably mundane as the word amazing...
Wonderful work!
Wonderful work!