CELESTIAL FIRES & nihilnihilnihl

Subblack mixXx, 2nite in San Fran + How to destroy thee universe 6*

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 23:41:32 GMT

BAM!* Subblack mixing it up

And Tonite...

Also open call for artiste...

As so many people will be traveling to San Francisco for the sold out Throbbing Gristle
show on 23 April, we have decided to collaborate with some local
promoters to put on the long awaited "How to Destroy the Universe -
Part 6" festival. The festival will run 23-25 April in the San Francisco area.

The GOALS of this festival will be to bring together a symposium
of like-minded artists to explore how Throbbing Gristle has influenced
the current underground community, and to celebrate this diverse
amorphous Industrial Culture, and to just throw an great fun wacko
party! The theme is "Can the World be as Sad as it Seems?", taken from
the famous Throbbing Gristle "Heathen Earth" DVD.

We are having an OPEN CALL FOR ARTISTS (music, performance and
visual arts) who would like to participate. Just reply to this email if
you are interested with links to your work.

The general agenda so far (check the Mobilization.com or myspace.com/fspace sites for updates):

THUR 23 April - THROBBING GRISTLE "After Party" in San Francisco @ www.projectonesf.org 251 Rhode

The festival will kick off at this beautiful gallery/bar/dance space in San Francisco.

DISCO HOSPITAL presents

*During the TG show we will be screening DVDs in one room of
"INDUSTRIAL PIONEERS" at appropriately loud volume for anyone shut out
of the event . including the World Premiere of the "DECODER" DVD - the
official re-issue of this 1984 German classic with CHRISTIANA F. and
members from EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN.

Fierce queer post-punk proto-industrial dancing with DJs:

Nature Boy

Junkyard

Mr. Anthony

FRI 24 April (Noize show and panel discussion TBA)

SAT 25 April - Machine/fire-art post-punk-industrial show/party in OAKLAND in a HUGE warehouse space.

*Fund raiser for TODD BLAIR of SRL.

*We'll also be screening DVDs from "INDUSTRIAL PIONEERS" at appropriately loud volume.

As always the event will be donation based with volunteer positions available to anyone tight on cash.

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And Monday...

LATE

Thee earth is eXploding 2nite!*

Thu, 01 Jan 2009 02:54:28 GMT

Yeah. So u betta make sure u get the city nice and drUnk!* Oh my!!! And include urself.

If Jameson was water and I were a duck, I'd swim to the bottom and NEVER come up, but Jamesons not water and I'm not a duck, so slide me a bottle and shut the fVck uP!!!*

HAPPY FREAKING NEW YEAR 2009, Oh and buy thee way, The time keepers are adding a second to this year!* Sweet, that makes us one second younger!

lOve and light and hideous black drUnkeness and NO HANGOVERS please...

Miss J*

We will create urban shelter for the entire world...

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 03:23:34 GMT

I haven't posted in forever. Living in San Fran... doing stufff check the myspace portal if u give a fvck...

We will create urban shelter for the entire world...

"Urbanization, one of humankind's most successful and ambitious programs, is the triumph of the unnatural over the natural, the grid over the organic. We remain committed to a global program of extrusion upward and repetition outward in an effort to provide shelter that is safe, healthy, and uplifting. Underway on a scale never before witnessed, one side effect of urbanization is the liberation of vast depopulated territories for the efficient production of "nature"" - Massive Change by Bruce Mau

Awesome book with lots of chaOtiq pics*

Hideous black wickedness is coming my way soon. Well it is always here in my heAd<-and here in my blaAack bleeding heArt<- sliCe. That and clear water tanks with girls inside dieing! Maybe together for their tradgik lOve spells! Yeah!* Lisa aka Jinx1313 and I are going to drown and have a lOvely gentleman take photographiques ov it!* Oh my it will be hotness and death and despair and ov course heart wrenching lOve sicknesses. *YAY*

On another note, something has happened to my blAaaaCk bloody heart. It's been cut out, Possibly cut into sliCes placed in a pocket and dragged through a desolate forest on the east coast in Maryland somewhere where there are blair witch trees and x-mass lights. Or so I hear. Oh now I hear theirs a beautifvl bay. Must be real fVcking nice...

Probably going to New Orleans soon, but not going alone, Voltron will happen in the decadent aire ov the crescent citii!* OHhhhHHhhh it will be fun!*

*Are u alive or are u deAD? Grind ur bones and spin ur heAD*

-Miss uNbalance ov the liquored up starz...

BTW... This was my X-mass... Shop til u Fvcking drop, HAIL MACY'S PEOPLE!

And this...

Hope urZ was as awesome!*

P.S. Did u know that Plentyoffish.com deletes unfit daters? It's an incredible power. I want to possess however deleting unfit daters and maters. Plenty of fish, so many in fact we need a fisherman. I can dream...*

-Miss J

WEd. niht @ thee whirling dervish NOLA

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 07:28:37 GMT

Haloez, JacQuie-OMG!WTF? will be DJing @ The whirling dervish 2moro (Wed.) niht till mourning? oh my...

come explode ur head...

God plZZ fvck my mind for GOOD!!!

statiQ electric. There is blood in thee powerlines*

Miss uNbalance

To the shining shining seA*

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 08:35:51 GMT

I'm off to a place I called home at random once again & again before, before time's eyescape guzzled the llast death ov me.

So I'm going to drown myself in the lost earthquakes ov San Francisco.

And yeSsss * I will be doing it to a soundtrack even GodD has written about... (in his golden room, where the sound is lOved & gReat as the starZ!)

Nurse With Wound this Fri. & Sat. night @ The Great American Music Hall, San Francisco...

"I have been talking withe the Moon" she told me.... Dion Fortune

...+...

Walking behind the skyy*

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 08:34:10 GMT

The earth is dieing, but we do not notice it.

-Derek Jarman

So my new space/place, existing inbetween the patterns & here0101010101... whatever.

DENVER! pretty* I live on top ov a Cherry* No really & it's only a few mins. bus ride to downtown.

SOOOO* To the goodZ.

Shows in Denver this weekeynde for my welcome, I do believe...

*The Legendary Pink Dots*

June, 10 2006 at Bluebird Theater
3317 E. Colfax Ave, Denver, CO 80201
Cost:

www.nipp.com

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Front Line Assembly

June 11th @ Ogden Theater, Denver, CO

...+...

Blue, blue...

High Mercury, Crystals ov Thee Empty Depth

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 07:48:18 GMT

An eternal voice wandering alone. My heart is so bright that you will not see me. Silent in all ways, keep silence in all ways. Never speak your crystallization to me, never speak your inertia, your starZ are shattered in perfect silence, your blood is kept tight in implosions, your universe is NothingNothingNothing* but a broken heart, a sadDness song, a trembling thought. Thee death ov eloquence smeared cleverly over all the bloody starz & I'm trying to swallow a crescent moon!!! On the imprint ov the mirror-looking the yellow cube ov glass-earth wrecked & overlapped withe my mind's great enemy. My mind's great enemy. My mind's great enemy. My mind's great enemy. My mind's great enemy. My enemy's great mind my mind is my great enemy. I'm going upstairs now...Going up. Going up.

A psychopompos reflection ov reflection. Write my story in the water & overturn my ashes to burst away in a great blue circle ov air, a great blue circle ov black. There will be nothing here today. My lOve is a shadow that scares me, my own unfortunate shadow. It pauses black sunn & follows the sands down to the sEe. There will be nothing here today and nothing here tomorrow. viOlence inside placidity...fly south for thee summer*?* Right. write into the empty depth ov hell.

How sad it is to find that there are only four corners to the world. Get back in line!!!!!!

"Balance each thought against it's exact opposite, for the marriage ov these is the annihilation ov illusion." Atu VII.

...+...

A dress that bleeds, marZipan & liquid white noise...

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 19:48:37 GMT

In a foreign land...

I see scaling birds feet in the hardened cement. This citii does not, does not exist.

In the lampshade's nightshade eye sit and the last winter's rushing fog creeps up the splitting river steps. In waiting...in a cresent land ov devistation. civilization?

The ships are ghosts floating on seeming aire, hollowed earth, white noise roaring mixed & swirled withe the relentless motor tolling away & a crying childe, who knows what this means, in the distance.

My hands are cold & numbing, how long will this be?

A squeaking train on it's rail, rusting & howling, haunting, shaking the decadent aire, goes slowly right past the bloodbells ov St. Louis, where the water basins are crackT...still. I went to look inside during ash wednesday & found, after many times dry, water holyholyholy water, to hue the sky in a different sort ov Red +.

How long will this be?

I wait for the moment the river swallows my affection, taking me in the depth & darkness, muted aire & moving decay. The deepest part ov me swept out to seE* It takes it's time & cares not for the chime that takes it's time from the rivers tide. Swirling into the omnious fog & numbing the iNk right out of my blood. How long will this take?

There is not a skeye, only heaven here. All the dead are living livid lights. I feel their hand prints all over me...

...+...New Orleans...+...

And silver dust falls frome her hair...

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 10:48:02 GMT

Posted on http://www.durtro.com/newsf.html

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Current 93, Six Organs of Admittance, Om play Nantes, France, 9 April

C93 and my heroes Six Organs of Admittance and OM play Le Lieu Unique at Nantes on 9 April. More details on the next update.

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Nurse With Wound live in San Francisco 15/16/17 June 2006

Nurse With Wound have confirmed they will be playing three shows at San Francisco's Great American Music Hall in June on Thursday 15, Friday 16 and Saturday 17. More details will be posted as we get them; tickets are not yet on sale. These are the first NWW shows to be announced since their two concerts in the early 1980s, which Steven Stapleton hated so much that he vowed never to play live again. Let's see if it takes us another 20 years or so to get over the assault on our souls this time.

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I will be attending all ov these shows!

Chi e' ? Sono io...

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 15:10:49 GMT

Ho disturbi al cuore...

Le ho dato un bacio della morte , arrivederci, buonanotte...

Il cielo e' coperto. Cosa posso fare, domani parlo...

Nord, est, sud, ovest... davanti a, dietro, vicino, dentro, sopra, all' incrocio... E' molto lontano da qui... "Pensa al mare, al sole"... E il ritorno?... Se domani piovera................. domani

-uNbalance

Agony in the Garden

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 12:24:59 GMT

A place ov skull

I miss you...my somnambulist in an ambulance...

Silent roaring intoXication & a pissy myst ov history

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 08:02:12 GMT

Sleeping iNside, white sheets and glittering rooftops. The aire ov fog & a boiled river ov dust & flesh. The new decay iNside an olde chapter.

KiSs god through the stained glass ov my death. The basin ov holy water is dried & all crackT* It marks the city as red, a symbol into the sky, but angels around us do not ever leave, one withe wrapped wings around me & one lighting uP her heArt, so that a flame would flicker. Another & another flipping & multiplying until they manifest a simple touch to my hand & deliver the keys. KiSs god through the stained glass ov my death & enter the gates.

Waking, somewhere not here, iNside white sheets and sleep walking. Painting haunted hallways withe piss & blood, I am not there. The daRk was waiting and the arms would catch me & lead me to the roses & lillies. I dRink the vase water & shiver. I find a heated pool ov dReam and colour locked away in the ruby skies. The sky is marked red & dispurses through winter wind... Oh my winter. Cheers & to our interminable lOve.

Everything creaks & everything is crooKed.

Crooked houses
Crooked dreams
Crooked scReams
cRooked shiver
Crooked sLiver
crookedD heArt
croOked apart
cRooked time
Crooked Rhyme
cRooked angel
crooked kiss
crooked hit
cRooked miss
crooked nihilnihilnihil
crooked feel
crooked fan-shade
crooked night-shade
cRooked fade
Crooked croSs ...+...
cRooked & lost

An angel sings, the entire map shatters, the wicked walks & scReams & spits about obscene faces. Smearing & binding each other in blindness, an awakening into nothing at all, a sleep I feel & fill my drunken mind withe still.

The heArt is broken, the words are spoken. The stRange Aeon has past & the winter remains in my remains. A memory ov matter destroyed & slipped through time...

Pretty good weekend...+...
The starz are made ov liQuor*
-uNbalance

Holy guardians, about above daZzle*

Tue, 17 Jan 2006 08:48:47 GMT

late late late... again.

What is this shift? Changing colours, changing places, spaces. Intense dreams covering the land, late in my mind. It's the vivid vision & the voice, it's thoth touching my fingers, flipping cards, it's emaculate echnocian keys shrilling me to stay awake so late...Celestial. And how is this this knowledge bought? Withe many a sleepless night & wracking, tacking thought.

My angel, my lOve, my heart. Wrap us uP together in leaves & stones, bury us & baptize us through the fires. I need the gnosis shiver, I need his shelter & transcendental light. The light frome the daRk & the wonderfvl flux & reflux! What is this shift? timetimetime. I have to slow down & go much faster.

A childe spoke to me last night, that an angel helps him in his dreams. It was that feeling, the feeling ov ALL, the feeling ov joy & pain deep in my heart. A quenching thirst, burst, swallowing fire. Every bit ov enlightenment is sorrowfvl...+... And it has to be. I create the stones. What would it be to go back, but impossible now.

Citii's are rubbermaid castles fvcking the aire, unless they are fvll of dea6th, fvll ov emptii creaking human-like & damp hauntings. Lemuria, Atlantis... New Orleans & Venice. All father chaos. Living light.

I am carnival-cannibal & shriving.

Sleeping withe inked dreams, in my dreams. The numbered afternoon that I was told to remember & I forgot. Things I have to put together or I will be stuck in this space where?.

An instance where everything became clear & unreal. All things that were, were not & all things hidden were the only thing that existed. It scared the fvck out ov me. People try to induce it using DMT, but how can you induce the knowledge that takes years & time to learn. To cheat? & Oh my it can happen within a second if you have eyes to see. 114 ...+... coptic candy that wouldn't let me sleep.

I endured a nice trial that lasted over 30 hrs. I ended up in Chicago. A pocket ov lapis lazuli. The stone is hidden from my skin right now. The journey into myself has taken more significance since then. My notebook has become more sacred. Slow down for the fast... My fingernails are bitter & to the quick. There is a time machine in the tv & my hands are on the blue screen/screaming & laughing & crying! And now calm...

What a ride!

limitless ...+...
uNbalance*

The only golden starre. ablaze & past...

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 04:34:31 GMT

I am in projective geometry it seems. Wishing for the latter ov the aeon, but apparently stuck withe Isis... fuck it*

So it will be...

I feel that if I stop for anyone I will die. Stagnation, death & entrapment. What is it? My heart is being pulled around the globe. i am magnetic velocities & headed towards Venice... Dove' si trovi?.... Oh underneathe the aire! Withe you in our little space* The one I love is deAd, so what difference does any ov this make except for mememe.

I think I like the sense ov almost but never having something, it is much better than having something & then it going away. However it does hurt to toil around in this idea. Hearts are almost but not really broken, it's confusing, safe & just at the verge, so everything else stabilizes or as stable as it can possibly be & this is me... uNbalance sMalance... I guess there is beauty in this painful shell to have someone & lose them, it is inevitable in death anyway. Like my cat-friend Lucy, she will die soon, no matter how much gold I give her. It can not be escaped. All ov my favorite people, that I can never seem to have in one place at the same time* & when I gathered you all what would I do to show you what is so beautiful about each heart-beAt? I don't know, you may hate each other! But we all know the raindRops are reflecting inside, we watch the sky change, the oceans & winds destroy landscapes & how quiet it can be alone... How quiet this city is not!

I am turning 25 this year & a million thingz to do withe this number are occurring to me. Essentially the number ov heaven. I think that means I have to get the fvck out ov this place! If I could dispurse myself into the wind off ov the Presidio cliff's here it would be ideal for me to stay, but I don't think it would be quite as poetic. Sooo... I'm flying frome San Francisco to Hollywood this Sunday to visit my gay boyfriend, we would be so in lOve & we are finally going to have sex this time... & I get to sleep in the bed. (& make-out you fAg!) After my soiree withe the lOver, I'm flying to New Orleans, weary for my soul in this place, I will be visiting friends & family briefly before I take off into unknown territory, the great wilderness ov... London. Feb. 17th, 2006. The day I turn 25. This is all I am currently aware ov happening this year. I have no idea where Europe will have me.

This was in the cards. To stay would mean great material possesions & study, which is something I was debating entirely & something I want, but the pull... it is so strong I feel mis-placed, like I'm already supposed to be there or part ov me is there & here in projective geometry. I am here. It feels like such a journey & trial to get there, when I'm already supposed to be there... Like being really stressed out about being late for work, or possibly possesed.

So London will be my oyster, or my Hermetic orphic egg, I should say... occupying the throat... & speaking ov I will miss my bookstore here, but London has so many more ov the sort that I would get lost in! Oh but the hue ov my lily ov the valley, oriental kush, amethyst, sapphire, aquamarine & "lapis lazuli swell that will sweep all ov us away!!!" A Red Hawthorne tree appears at my window... A curse about how I feel as well, should I plant a small one & carry it around withe me? Maybe I would plant it eventually outside ov my house, in some strange country, away from all the mess ov the cities...

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What colour are you today*

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 22:30:25 GMT

Ok so, I haven't been able to post at all lately, but you know... It's about that tiMe* tiC-toC...

So in my last post I cursed myself. It'z funny I typed "This place is a vorteXx but it's velocity isn't pissing me off enough!" Wow, well let me just say ... I take that one back. New Orleans definitely has velocity OK.

So armor & a brightly lit mask covering my face. I have a glass oV teArz, I have a statiK ghost standing above me in my sleep. They can reach me as far as San Francisco... possibly as far as un-bordered realities would allow. There was an un-seen eclipse that made me feel like I was on drXgz. The moon was illuminated by fires oV the sun, it was just a bit too small to cover it uP for the dark corona all earthly eyes would have admired. Regardless, I'm sure it was beautifVL... multii dimensional, I want to be a part oV the skeye... The soundtrack, listening to a glass voice oV poetry, broken and all coloured.

While i was still in the area, some oV my dreams, or in part oV my sleep, I heard clips oV voices, so real & uPclose. It carried on into my waking, not for too long though. I opened my eyes and a thick white layer oV mesh & statiK images flickered and moved in a seemingly crooked human step to the side oV the room, faded & turned into a kind oV light as it went up the wall and then disappeared. I was calm. I went back to sleep.

Other than that I have become a fantastic.* shadow queen arms dealer! Lord of war was loud & phallic. Mirror Mask is the best movie I"ve seen in a long time. I've always liked Neil Gaiman.

about
above
daZzle*

Crystal clocks crashed and shattered inside oV the trash. Past thoughts. Past light. The stars are all blood flowing through something holy wholly transcendental. These cliffs willl shake and dissolve into the sea. All the doors are open. This time, this tiMe*

I will meet you again when my heart is still, in this place.

What colour are you today. Today does not exist. What colour is in existence... The threads are at least deranged, melting rainbows in glass fire-tips to fingertips...

That is all uNbalance*

birthdaZe* language frazzle into daZzle, click click, you're home*

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 22:49:34 GMT

TearZ frome heaven, laughing angel trumpets sliding off mindDless tongues, The way the heat stands, layered on top oV decay. this citii does not exist...

AnywhO*

-TEMPTATUOLICIOUS-
(a conversation withe MidniHt Matt*)

Happy fVckin Birthday !!! I hope you feel lOvelie* & purrrrrrrrrfeckT*

So my duties are complete in the death oV the west & I have returned to find an empty maZe* Get yourself ova here!!! It's tiMe to thRow a partay in New Orleans. This place is a vorteXx but it's velocity isn't pissing me off enough!

I am going to have a welcoming paRtay for who else? MY-Self!!! Break yOSelF* I'm starting a cuLt....

Video, 3 or 4 DJ's, Uranium Orchid & Genesis Fragment, it will all be FREE too, (except for the drinkzzz!)

to be continued......

Hey so Stromkern is going to be playing at Twiropa for 9/11. That's pretty coOL* I like the nOisy in dust* And M83 is playing Sept 21st at Twiropa too... Oh if you don't know you should... verie pRetty sPace musiQ, static & mellow guitars.

Do you exist???

god has stopped crying.

Balance is making fVck sounds & remote viewing me frome his element, he's wrapped his song around everything I do. what a tradgedy + peace be withe you +

To the demons within you*
MiZz uNbalance

P.S. impulse fVck*... fvck yeah* i'm the hunter ohhhhhh lOve techniciaN* sParkles into my retina bruising my eyes for oblivion haze* meow. you aRe electrique* The transcendentals told me...

dReamworld vision, life is but a dReam, carved into flesh*

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See the black sun rise* out oV my mouth & delicate virtual iNk*

Thu, 28 Jul 2005 20:26:33 GMT

Take the sky out oV my eye? My eyes are the skyy* withe the mark makers twisted vision. Oh spiraling & daZzling & vomiting, how fVcking cute*

The cliffs are in lOve withe me here, they told me so. I wanted to join them, on their way to the coast, chaOtiQ & slamming blue sequence and I thought "and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open" I go through all this withe a longing for other woRlds. They are lined withe coconut aire* and the winters are not summer. I remember winter, we were in lOve and my heart fluttered in deep thought. What occurred here was a slow death. How long can one hold on to a dReam before tiMe takes it's toll, fastening it's reign around my heart withe deep daRk buckles cast & severed. Slivers remain after the jolting release, you, you.....................

fvck*

Selective damage points are in order. Pick one, I give it to you.

What this means. Curving sideways in tiMe, walking through, changing space* oh lOvelie* daRk matter*

Tonight people will give me all the money they have & I will never see them again. It's funny how this happens sometimes.

BONDAGE! a go-go sugA* What's up withe the fine ass bitches oV San Francisco??? It was the booty-beauty contest! And hellO ladies* I didn't do that, how horrid! They didn't get paid nearly enough. meOw* but whatever, there were some professional strippers on the bill. hot-hotNessssss & sweetnessssss cheers* When you know what you are, are you?

"Dazzling & tremendous how quickly the sunrise would kill me"
My heart* beat sampled & layered to infinite measures*

lOve like daZedayz*
a rose in flames
MiZz uNbalance

In search oV photographerSsss*

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 20:17:20 GMT

I need some lOvely pics taken ov me... Fetish, erotica, Andrew Blake/Lithium Picnic styles* For portfolio/personal use. I live in San Francisco, contact me here through LJ, if you are interested.

MiZz jacQuie-Oh-uNbalance star*

impulse_noise took this one & many... lOve*

lOve electriQue*

fiRes! Oh my godD*

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 20:11:15 GMT

What'Z up fagaliciOus*

Is that my ass or something? hmmm....

I wasn't the prom queEn but I was the best dRessed. That is... whatever I was wearing and it was non-eXistent in realities that sCream bloody electriQue-iNdustrial. Hey too daRk Mark!. You played some mellow meOw at the eynde... I like . and in 8 inch stilettos piercing holes in my bRains, that is the musiQue*

My eyes have grown weary & the starZ have gone cold...

I will be leaving tomorrow night. Bathed in silver, dRowned in gold.

NEW PICTURES! freQuency fvct* statiQ electriQue, but my Andrew Blake necklace is missing... Meronaca... stillness, I have the goodzzz.

Current 93 tickets! yesyes* I am going to both shows! HA! I will not let David Tibet (Michael) fall on hiZ headD... penguin wants to come? Come see me in San Francisco! We will Sell alllll we have & give it to the kittens...

I hate impulse noise*

yeah ... fuckA*

Uranium OrchidD rocks! ahem...My vox are the shight* & tonight I will sing for Genesis Fragment* wowZa* I am in sPace*<---->X>< letters make wordDs make sentences make stories make youR thought out loud in tiMe* grrrr.... lOve it! This is the keyboardist frome Cut.Rate.Box. & supA-staR-DJ-Midnight-Matt... You don't wanna see, you don't wanna know ... Midnight Matt. You hate me! fuckA. lOve like hate & fVck your fate!

Welcome back to SF, MiZz OH. tomorrow, tomorrow. The brickT streets oV burning embers and Full moons fading fast tempt me, but I will be alone now. There are so many thingzzz. My heart is beating backwardZ on a scale, it is weighing the earth. My eyes are coloured to match heaven's dieing reign. Raining. What happened? BLAH!

I'm not a witch ... I'm a lOve technician*

SugaR divine & Rioja wine*
MiZz jacQuie-Oh-uNbalance star*

sapphires turned red* dReaming skyys open

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 07:08:58 GMT

"I know why the birdcage sings"...

Giant purple daisiezzz spiN, they control tiMe. Someone built them before the oldest could remember. We move backwardz when it rains and seemingly the days ahead are yesterday. I know why , when you see without your eye. What rainbow rain reflects like this, like you through stain glass wiNdows piercing the heart oV my heart, like you iNside the glass making the colouR see. The colouRzzz melt out oV the sky when night falls and the substance becomes oil rainbows staining the earth and organic in the aire*. 17 moons have been captured in the gravitational pull now, and some oV them are occupied by animals oV sonar communication, we call them sky aQuariums.

My skin is alone, my thoughts are lost uNderwater. Nothing is without descript etchings. The woRldless words oV secret bloodD are turning black, turning secret, turning crystal clocks oV hours into daZe.

Where do the streets run down and scReaM back into the skyy? My sapphire veinzzz are wiRedD to the sunset there. It will be and it will not be unlike being, unlike my painbow*. Celestial sharp shard in my palM , asterisk* incision to my forehead and diamonds in my heart, this is how we sell our dead here.

The mermaids are glittering and swim in coconut waters, cloudy & magnificent. Their teeth are those oV piranha's, cannabalistic in nature they do not live for more than 23 centuries.

I wanted to be alone for the 93 years I lived there, so I could be siLent before confession & spiritual import. Now, my soul has been given to the transcendent layer above me, it is to never be retrieved or visited except by the daRkest oV seraphim who dwell in the invisible realities. A live coal will touch and purify my lips on these days. Might it be soon...

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I am in my hometown, the BR! Break yourself bitch! Eye am one whip paste* Yeah it was weird with the mermaids & moons for a while, but I'm cool withe it now. Or was it the drunk frat boys and Bud light... hmmmm..... I think all I have here are my dReamz & image-Nation* It nice to be in catland (sometimes called pussydom) for a bit, it's the iNmost light!!! The iNmost night... There are three lOvelies* here and I want to sMash them! =^*^= meOw!

URanium ORchid is playing at a night called Disko-Blood-bath this Fri if anybody would like to visit meeZ. I will be flying back to San Francisco Saturday...

All is full oV lOve* resist!
MiZz jacQuie-Oh uNbalance-star

fvck you livejournal

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 04:03:59 GMT

blah you better work

miNdDlless mirrorssrorrim ssellDdnim

Wed, 13 Jul 2005 20:05:34 GMT

Dark matter, dark energy, faster & faster...

I'm in New Orleans!!! Wow it is fVcking HOTTT! San Fran is sO chiZillilly beyondD compare* I want new shoez... I must dye my haRe, stripey stockings, Barely LegaL* AHHHHH!!!!! monsterzzz are every where! I saw 3 monstAs crawling on the ground last night, I ran. NEW ORLEANS! I miss you! um... yeah... fiends, family & chartreuse. meoooww*

AnywhO* to thee goods...

"Some are born to sweet delight*, some are born to enddlless niGht"...

I sense you... future childe wrapped in the darkest deathstar. In-most rainbow, your battle was wilde, relentless and devistated the centre oV a center oV a center oV a centre oV a center...

Tiny fleshstarr* Burn me brightly and burn me deeply, scalding up bloOd frome meye skin & the darkest place you are within.

I hear youR voice that never will speak, I see your eyeZ that never will blink. All in the distant star murdered for calm, calm emptiness* This is for my favorite dress, this is for my favorite greed, I wear the clearest sky to erase the crime that never will bleeD. Oh, parasite, parasite, who will it be , will it be you or will it be me??? Machines suck the fuck out oV it's place.

Your heartbeat is poison to my blOod .-negative- But let'Z Inject your wired veins into into my brainzzz , let me fill eXquisitly-intoxicate* "We bothe seek out the daRkest redD"* You would be your own birthday, You will be your death in June. How I wish you would visit again, when we were olde. The organic filaments inside, coincide withe the deepest sorrow for your plastic-containment & decaying-departure. Two skin suits , without soul, let'Z hold hands.

*There is question oV answer in every corridor oV labrynth to every shiverring spine oV in-most daRk, where picture frames oV striking thought exists the first word oV simply something full oV nothing... nothing... nothing... before unexplaning the explanation, this is the answerr*

.There is no question.

PlastiQue* flesh-tip machine, close your eyezzz visualizzze that I am the tool and you are me, mindless and numbing the scale-measure oV weightlessness, slipping energy through holes in tiMe are moments never repeating. what we are are we? . This moment only created and destroyed.

until we meat again, until we meat again, until we meat again, until we meat again, until we meat again, until we meat again, until we meat again*

uNbalance-*

Through the lOoking glass... a tropiC oV solitude. Tranquil lieZ, tranquil eyez, tranquiliZe. My heart is best as it's worst friend, and the flowers ov my brain are dried and cracKT, splitting the skull through, entering a hollow cone to heaven.

My element is approaching from the endz oV time... we will visit yesterday and determine the decay. We will sit in beads oV glass and marble the oceans inquisitively*

She lOoks like me, sheds down my skin to shards oV scar. TwinZ in this mirrored spaCe. This dimension must shatter to leak through, to let you see the inner you+ seX + the reflections in my tearz are a thousand worLds bottled up to intoXicate you, hazardous harmonies shRilling me to awaken.

nevermind never mind nevermind mind*

Mine eyeZ dazzle , jewels under your coat sleeve. Fragile warm violatle girL* My heart bleedz tearz, my tearz run blood. The sky makes me sad because it will have to ende, like me. I could steal it frome the world when I go. how do you know that I am not the sky? It is through me the stormzzz form. when I die the sky will die, as well as the waters, the forests, the moon, the starz . I can close my eyez and pretend.

Hope you like lOve tranquil eyeZerzzz*
MiZz unbalance-starr*

gills for earthquakes-negative iMage-nation

Mon, 09 May 2005 01:20:21 GMT

'tra[ng]-kw&-"lIz

Tranquil eyezzz tranquil lies tranQuilize tranquil eyez tranquil lies tranquilize Tranquil eyezzz tranquil lies tranQuilize tranquil eyez tranquil lies tranquilize Tranquil eyezzz tranquil lies tranQuilize tranquil eyez tranquil lies tranquilize... Through the looking glass... what did you find?

nevermind never mind never never mind mind...

In a foreign land...there were fields & fields oV rape. Death in June was excellent sugar cherrie on topA! odD naZi uni-foRmulations & strum strum your magnetiQue voice*!* I am in lOve+

I also got to see Angels of Light Thurs. night. * twilight * my heartbeat sample was lined withe gold and it is the colouR!

My first mini-earthquake was felt last night. The ground was so calm in it's steady ownership. What can we do. You think you own this land because you put papier moneys on it? You don't own the earf! Meow*

Poppies! They are growing quite gracefullie* eYe can't wait!

like lOve tranQuiliZerZ*
MiZz jacQuie-Oh-uNbalance-starr*

ReQuiem masses & cAndle vOice secRets

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 08:49:17 GMT

Current 93
chapters and lies
You aRe missed ...

I'm going to church, it's the only tiMe I will be somewhat at a Coil show ... Sadly mistaken... in my roOm where he lived inside magnetiQue waves, spoken & revealed... A show=tiMe in mind. -MiZz-OH

---From David Michael (formerly David Tibet) oV Current 93's site

http://www.durtro.com

'Death' rites for Jhonn Balance

Following the 'death' of our dear friend Jhonn the following religious events have been organised by David and Andria Tibet with the assistance of William Christopher Hoag and Gelong Tenzin Jamchen.

1) Tridentine Catholic Masses:

A Tridentine (traditional Latin) Catholic Mass will be offered at Saint Rose of Lima Church in Cleveland, Ohio, USA on 10 May, 2005 for Jhonn's soul, and a Requiem Mass will be held on 8 November, 2005 for the repose of his soul in CHRIST. This has been arranged at the Tibets' request by their friend William Christopher Hoag. Thank you, Wm. These are the specific details. Those who wish to attend are invited to do so:

Tuesday, 10 May 2005, Feast of Saint Antoninus: Mass offered for Jhonn Balance

Tuesday, 8 November 2005, Ferial Day: Requiem Mass for Jhonn Balance on Anniversary of Death

Both services are at 5:30pm.

Saint Rose of Lima Church, 11411 Detroit Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio 44102, USA

www.cleveland.catholicnet.com/parish/strose/

2) Tibetan Bardo/Intermediate State Practices:

At the request of David and Andria Tibet, the Bardo Zhi-Tro ritual (Tibetan Book of the Dead) is performed in Kathmandu, Nepal by our old and dear friend Gelong Tenzin Jamchen. A divination has been performed for Jhonn's essence by his Lama, Trulshik Rinpoche, and various mantras and pujas, as specified by Rinpoche to aid his journey, will be performed for a period up to 49 days after Balance's 'death'.

Furthermore 4000 prayers to Guru Rinpoche (Clearing Obstacles on the Path and Spontaneous Fulfillment of all Wishes), 4000 recitations of the White Umbrella Deity (Obstacle Removing Practice) as well as the 12,000 21 fold homage to Tara were recited on Jhonn's behalf. The prophecies of Guru Rinpoche will also be read asa Puja around the 49th day.

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MiZz staR-light
sometimes

How he lOved the moon

Also... Infamous Holocaust denier Ernst Zundel ended more than four controversial decades in Canada on Tuesday when he was escorted onto a plane to Germany, Immigration sources said.

What's the big deal withe this fake-ass holocaust? Oh well at least Ernst is amoungst the pure again... ah the motherland...

Pagan Poetry

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 05:59:29 GMT

This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt* myself over...
And he makes me want to hand myself over...

-Bjork

*CELESTIAL FIRES* & nihilnihilnihl