Revelation 8:12

And the fourth angel sounded,
and the third part of the sun was smitten,
and the third part of the moon,
and the third part of the stars;
so as the third part of them was darkened,
and the day shone not for a third part of it,
and the night likewise.

Hell is Chrome

When the devil came
He was not red
He was chrome and he said

Come with me
You must go
So I went
Where everything was clean
So precise and towering

I was welcomed
With open arms
I received so much help in every way
I felt no fear

The air was crisp
Like sunny late winter days
A springtime yawning high in the haze
And I felt like I belonged
Come with me

Jeff Tweedy

Chapter 16

I got off the bus in Vail, Colorado
with my head still full of mescalin
and checked into a hotel for ski bums.
There isn't much sense in trying to explain what a "bad trip" is.
You simply lose your marbles.
You go crazy. There is no bottom, no top.
The devil sits on your head and warns you of your commitment.
You see for the first time what the bottomless pit is all about.
And you hang on for dear life.

Oscar Zeta Acosta

Heart Of Darkness

"Black shapes crouched,lay,
sat between the trees leaning against the trunks,
clinging to the earth,
half coming out,
half effaced within the dim light,
in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair.
Another mine on the cliff went off,
followed by a slight shudder of the soil under my feet.
The work was going on. The work!
And this was the place
where some of the helpers
had withdrawn to die."

Joseph Conrad

Tom Merritt

At first I suspected something -
she acted so calm and absent-minded.
And one day I heard the back door shut,
As I entered the front, and I saw him slink
Back of the smokehouse into the lot,
And run across the field.
And I meant to kill him on sight.
But that day, walking near Fourth Bridge,
Without a stick or a stone at hand,
All of sudden I saw him standing,
Scared to death, holding his rabbits,
And all i could say was, "Don't, Don't, Don't",
As he aimed and fired at my heart.

E. Lee Masters

Secret

The empty bell
The dead birds
In the house where everything sleeps
Nine hours

The world stands still
It seems someone has died
The trees look as though they are smiling
A drop of water hangs at the end of each leaf
A cloud crosses the night

Outside a door a man sings

The window opens without a sound



Pierre Reverdy — 1918 -