well.. its New Year's ...

busy tonite .. stuff to do.. demons to put to sleep.. next year is coming on and need to get things lined up for a fucking change..

more on all this later..

+living.dead.laine+

ps. romaro/dylan is dead...

... so back to the topic of ppl.. currently work has all kinds of stupidity availble to us.. mostly our contract situation, but I'm not going there.. regardless.. I highly doubt eighty percent of the ppl I encounter even know what they are doing to themselves or others..

mind you I'm keeping my own little bubble to myself most lately.. but still I find it rather unacceptable for ppl to go around making rude comments about things they don't understand.. especially when it revolves around religion and how the universe works.. I could rant more, but I'm not in the mood .. I'm too dissapointed to care atm.

well.. talk soon..

+angry.laine+

Sam.Haine. Spira Ed http://www.spiracanada.com/sp...

[ .the.motel.alt. ]

angels are just mechanisms
but you're not watching out
not seeing all the gears at work
inside your hollowed out house

but I'm ten and down here
every night every day
its all our sallow end
even with sam haine rushing on

but nothing turns on nor out here
nothing that holds
my terribly weary intent
my head in your hands
chest pressed down

here I'm shaking on the line
of everything I've ever burned
versus how are you tonight
narrow on the one side
without thanks and hungry

pangs all full inside me
all gone indie
cuz its the next hot thing
coming to cut you
and make you just like them

but someone really should
cut me down now
I've been hung out too long
and all my splendor
might just have finally eeked through

oathens good eye
still all over
all my lovers
that came and left me out here
one more dusty room
I'm still squandered down into

all my impressions are far too tight
up against your side
where all knives should be
but instead
its all my musae's work

lines and stiches now
that narrow tangent
showing that I am
out on that line
one more time

© Bryan McLean Oct 27 2005,

excerpt form Amore.pheous Works

Quintology, these movies should be watched in this sequence:

Book I "The Brotherhood of the Wolf": where a specialist is sent by the king to deal with the legend of the Werewolf, but uncovers an evil god worshipping cult.

Book II "Sleepy Hollow": the young victorian officer learns his deductive reasoning skills in a small town.

Book III "From Hell": an older more jaded and trained detective solves the murders and mystery of Jack the Ripper, which was all a big cover by the freemasons, again the god cult.

Book IV "Eyes Wide Shut": skip to the modern world where a normal doctor encounters the god cult in the present day.

Book V "The Ninth Gate" where the reincarnated detective [Depp] Returns at a rare book dealer that finds himself dealing with the cult again, [please exclude the pointless sex scene with the devil or whatever that topless chic was, it didn't serve the movie any justice]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

this is from back in 98 or so when I wrote this..

the two things I do in fall is listen to August and Everything After by the Counting Crows and find all of my Hallows' pohems.. its my new year ppl.. not my time to worry about candy nor costume.. just the best time to worry about the dead visiting and ruining your dreams n nites.. the gateways are open..

.dead.are.walking.

and the dead are walking tonite
lurking in the shadows
striding throught the heavy mist
that resides over the city

and the dead are walking again
crawling grasping shifting
fading in their own horriffic gore and filth
all their lies gone incarnate
on the matted surfaces
all their sins relived

and the dead are walking
desparately trying to find
a way out of their private hells and heavens
trapped under the surface of death
in the shadows and
the mists of salvation and slavery
just one nite past sam hain

SAMHAIN
Samhain is a festival of remembrance for the dead. It's held on the eve of Nov 1 (oct 31) and can last up to 3 nights. It is the last day to harvest. It is also the night the gate between the living and dead is "slightly open". Candles are lit to guide loved ones home. Pumpkins can also be used if you carve out the front. Samhain was originally "Feast of the Dead" and celebrated in Celtic countries. Food was left on the doorsteps for the "wandering dead". Extra chairs were placed aroundn the dinner table for unseen guests. A dinner is surved and includes foods of the season ( a lot like Thanks giving). Sweets (or maybe Trick or Treat candy lol) is for dessert. Samhain is the night to feast and last last days to prepare for winter.

[ music : depeche.mode / cure / nin ]
[ moody : pissy/sad/horny, all at a discount rate ]
[ phase : full moon, to appear on your next billing ]
[ status : restless in the saddle, fucking altitude is bad for dreaming.. ]

Lets recap, shall we?

Fridaynyte : Zombies.. oh ya.. parked at the house my father built, then suburbia, mini-sedans, undead-body-parts where the marror is still freshly living, giant fat zombies with fat babies and ugly fat arian-race tweens... guns.. killing kidz, more sedans and getaways.. did I mention i hate the undead?

Saturdaynyte : Space, the fucked up frontier... So I'm fifty, grey beard, and NASA [why nasa, I dont fucking know... all I know is that the helmet fit, so I wore it ] needs me to go on a mission into space to stop some delinquint double agents in black [that looked like beatniks] from killing an entire species of fish..
Go Me! Fuck.. turns out once we saved the eggs and got them to water to not die, they all turned into some horrible poppers things that grew freakishly rapidly.. they became wonderful looking thin tigerfish with tons of tendrils all over them.. they were amphibious and clawed their way up your body so they could.. ummm.. suck the flesh off your bones? that wasn't made clear to me.. again.. killing evil fish things.. they grew to about the size of a giant dawg.. Ya! did I mention I'm allergic to shelfish?

Sundaynyte : Break time? Fuck no.. So I'm back to saving the world from the post - apocolyptic .. something to do with school kidz and culverts.. I managed to get sucked into taking care of teenages and below... hmmm not a lot of detail here.. but one point of note, I appearantly know everything about gawd, and the answers to why, neuclear radition, and snow.

hmmmmmm dreaming has not been so fun lately..
I'm hoping to have a break tonite, but for some reason, I think I'll be previewing a new movie tonite.. anyone wanting to watch should catch me on channel 69 bout 2 a.m.

I assure you, I'll be the starring role..

+in.love.with.the.lost.laine+

[ .karma.in.your.cabaret. ]

but all your names
are on my inside
written in my lining
its where you've been
always holding on
in echoes and in tales

its all I've seen
on your night and day
its where my midnight
meets up with yours
we've always been this way
just so indescribingly far away

its all your karma in your cabaret
its like I've always been here
waiting in your brightly shinning shadows
in your very echo
in your very night time

but the smoke stacks down
like our memories of dead cigarillos
the heads burnt black
and their lives burnt down
where we sucked them
cleanly to their inevitable ends

and your phone is off
and my radio in full bloom
against the pointless early morning
and I'm awake here in the a.m. light
no matter which way is up
I'm still holding onto
the pictures of you
in my head and hands

my every shaking day
has been moving oh so fast
and I cannot keep up the rumble
in the lot or in the street
where the love we make
is all for fighting in the ring

all just for the burning struggles
where the primal
is so much more satisfying
because its the only time we are real
and only there I feel you
like I've known you all this time
my searing eyes show you that much

but its been strange days
since last we met
but I know you
like you know me
better than I should I think
you all recall me
in my every waking hour
that spills against your beautiful ticking minutes

its under my skin
under my sundered belly
my hungry & terrible cure for you
in towers and blue-black shadows
I once was on watch for
in charge of that mechanism
that we call sorrow

all our laughter
has been shot down here
as we watch the breach
for the signs of the failing day
that we are all hiding from

even if we can only have
just five more minutes
before it takes us all
I just want one more go
at those names
under my skin

© Bryan J. G. McLean Oct 4, 2005
excerpt from: Amore.pheous Works

madness... groggy today as well...

been so crazy this last month.. not even sure whats happened.. my head is still spinning from the ups and downs... my brain is just going in every direction... understand many things new & old things ... as well karma has been an interesting cabaret.. regardless, hope all is well in your universe.. we will talk soon.

+waking.up.laine+