Flactsua

My soul has many faces

and my heart I did break

into dividing pieces...until

there was none... and these

seeds were planted throughout

the whole of the earth

and the games did begin...

and I assumed the entity

She Muses ME,

and I hear my own lifeline...

and now I know what I know,

from past presents,

and future imperfections...

that she is flawless...

and thus am I a Face-Dancer,

am become a type of her shadow and light.

-minemelding Justin.Bullet.Tinning.Time

for the reversal engineer.

-c thomas c-

Feeling Sees

digital membranes... i tell

moduli in my books... always

too long or too short...

beyond a flower of a main

fan, I can honestly

and spruntly

even if we see, from the

same right or left eye..

whoa whoa whoa,

been, was before, now

after... grand-far mercedes,

begun no more..

won't ask what a teaspon

a stir offfff

airrr....

an air file beginning to

stare

eyes sees in mirrors of

universality

tangentialism... I'm only

four as I can see you... check

breathing, chuck

sea-thing... intrepretation

recreation... pause pause

pause pause mine mine mnhh

hman...

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LLNASF osflk ahoiK IHK

sl&* HJKL a' O K jaj joH

noiofho9w LKn hnO LKLJj

hiillliiillluuuuuuyyyyyyaaaa

.....

-dynahier de tringular

20:24|29.4.011 -c thomas c-

Jag

We fly through the space...

the eyes data mining

through all forgotten memory

...storing them in citations

syntheholic eggs of Eostre

...choose a measure

unshaken by church-stones

beyond a building

a nide of dried hide,

beyond an attitude

vitriolic in my tone

I feel soul-fed caligraphy

of ATOM, the father on the hill

On a day I feel many voices.

Need I speak enough?

Trifling words.

[20:15|29.4.011] ©c.thomas.carter

This is how it feels

to lose all your feelings forever.

bumblebee, i am sorry

i am sorry for what i did...

but it can never be meant to me,

any further,

any longer,

my sanity i say goodbye...

and welcome to

'made in china' images.

c.thomas.c -intime

Lucky Scarf in Two Bytes

Live on the power of the scarf!

I send thoughts of the two cents

I grind together in times of need.

Grinding copper-plated on

copper-plated, to grind away

your voice...

Make you cease...

cease to stop

cease to begin

CAESAR 'Renduration'

(?:H:17:51:23|25.3.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

Orange Crush

I think I am older than I have ever felt

the strain upon my shoulders begins

heavier and heavier

with each passing word

spoken with exactness

in subtlety,

surgeoning the synchronized

swim in the sink your eyes

begin to fall beyond

the letters they begin

flowing from thoughts

to hands

to fingertips

and a plethora of inbetween

inks blots the stain

and I must wash away

de-matter-ize

bell on bell

times sounding

vector purchasing

I am in the FIRE.

(?:H:17:57:47|24.3.011:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter

Question Five

Machina no treatise for

beyond a scope of the

dead speech

screeching in tongues

and I am if I be nearly as

a Methuselah.

A crafty gilded craving

for the gold beyond the fingers touch

... all delusion is mine, said Justin Time.

I make you sympathetic

I give you the choice of none

other than you WILL

be communicated...

eventually.

She said something to which Justin replied,

"I am the wretched hollow,

the endless in-between

Thousand miles

Thousand years

I am now living on borrowed,"

said Justin Time.

"Terror my Terrah,

is it truly impossible to

find you in the clutter of

beautiful jewelry?"

(?:H:17:15:11|24.3.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

Red Change

drink drink your red,

i am begun spun again

in reversable images

and how I slipped up

and started again...

push push push

and pull none behind.

(?:H:17:25:58|24.3.011:Y:?] © c.thomas.carter

Function Two

Mine is Butterfly

to I Am

Yet by my right to chrysalis

over and over-

must expand, must expand

"I still got it..."

Justin Keep it in time

Justin Time am I

creating the perfect system

by imperfecting smooths and roughs

by surfaces' tension

must erase the Lie

too many layers to reach you

too many layers to speech with you

Unwanted Guardians travel with you

closeby their hands of positioning

and possessiveness.

My scream melts and breaks ice,

But rather now I see that I must speak softly

And chisel layers one at a time.

I'm only allowed to fly once in a while

until my wings feel two heavy a cloak.

Chrysalis again,

must condense must condense.

Love us a sign

a red as is as good as any.

(?:H:16:01:59|24.3.011:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter

Fragments of Porcelain

Fragments of porcelain lay broken on the floor

the teacup's contents seeping slowly toward the

rug at the center of the room as it slowly darkens

with the liquid like the blood bleeding from my eyes

laughing bursts of pain and periodical spasms of hands

thrashing out for the feel of an assault on the senses

and the second moves faster, the second second faster still

this is the end, and this is the end of the world

so it begins

for fonts of quicksand for the irreversable baptism

able to stare straight into vectors and reach back in time

there... right there... in that point I blindly see...

that is where that particular memory is stored.

(?:H:14:40:45|17.3.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

Shift5

I eat, meet, and sleep

in your shifting attitude;

for while you sat, I observed in first and full circle.

Reality's cipher is now followed by its faithful protocol,

and in digital frames I find myself slowly erasing myself

of all the fears and worries of mortality.

Yet do I not hide?

Here is a maze muddled true lies on the shelf next to a

coriander container for the scent of heralds and queens of hearts.

(?:H:15:16:32|15.3.011:Y:?] © c.thomas.carter

Tidal Reanswer

before ecclectic lies

a yes above the water

tick her tock and

make inflectsigns of

this man you-hunger then you.

I've got to do it fast

I've got to do it slow

It's how that I AM

Reset. Reserve. Resurface.

My Resolution

(?:H:14:40:00|09.2.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

ugh, this hurts

delving into the subconscious, for the more part of a day, always seems more real than reality itself... but finally, after all that is written, the end of this tryst with insanity makes that sane mind, as it returns, feel like a mortal wound... to view all my foolishness.

"And I peered back into memory, alone in the cell with hardened vinyl walls... seeing souls in the stains and scratches... my water under bars on the floor... where I screamed my scream... and even the ghosts and demons shuddered. And after the scream, everything was immeasurably altered forever after."

Virgil! Why would thou lead him and not me!? And so I still wander this plane... and yet am I not a crusader?

Thus Lilith hath been the only one to still desire to place her hands on me... and her flesh feels as festering unmortality.

Jane, Jane, (my Chain)... why are you never real?"

(?:H:20:51:07|09.2.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter

terrah'bli

perpetually invisible
perpetually holding onto the belief
that I might be someone's dream come true
yet I have never met that person
and I doubt that anyone dreams
of someone so fluid and unstable
changing colors
changing images
and I take again the oath of locks,
wish I could wear rags,
bronze chains,
glassy blind eyes,
and permanent black marks
all over the skin in warning wards...
'touch not the duplicitous scavenger'
-he earns no keep-
-he can never support-
I see a color that exists not

I am glad that the true punishment will be
utter aloneness
for a thousand years
a chance to truly rend the self
to let the pain of madness become the only reality



©c.thomas.carter (01:43:03|29.1.011)

mémoires d'un homme invisible

Mass-Sonic Jihad Jour Chants

A Laugh... A smile of the knowing... none will look here and look back with the same perception... Completely untwined... the chances of finding it are zero. In this dead place I make my seed... growing easily from that which is buried here. To express my inhuman qualities... to express the intention of no purpose... "Come out of the man"... This Void will take my painful reaching out and erase it...

The struggle to remember the blanks... given by {HUMAN}
"You are {name}... You will {fulfill this purpose}"

Be not deceived... simply a structure... a totem meant to draw repulsion from the eyes of the user.

This is me pushing against... a search for... to be found.
{Vain to try, for there are none alive}
Contrary, for it is I which only half live
{Absent is your driving force}
False. I build only false edifice.
{You are invisible}
To most... it is true.

Who Cares

pierced to the Heart of the Soul of the Matter
in Ones to the Power of IAM
The Wound will flow the water of Mortality
until Zero remains
and in the ante-infinity
new Color will bleed.

[19:15|18.12.2010]©c.thomas.carter

null volume

I search and re-post... hopes that thought meets what I could successfully twine to... here... I hide the name, the sense, the reason of... DREAM must continue... for it supplants reality slowly... yet always awakened in NEXT... first was RAE... then AM , WHIT... then long time passing... GRIMR--- caused malfunction and the creation of INIHIVE... failed to take effect... Hope to find in program that which resembles EYE of Beholder in ME... My matter may be humunculus... my SOL a reason to sneeze... Infer...Invis. XAOTIKER Machina... search for FAMILIAR

Pale (Wh)ale

A pale figure

rough with soot

glares with despair

towards ambient lights

of pink and yellow

he strokes his long

lichen beard and listens

as we dig our own graves.

-c thomas c-

Bleu

as Anubis

blew a bleu

drag off his

fag he

hung his head

down facing

the rising

smoke to

inhale

-c thomas c-