Friday, March 06, 2009

border control/waiting room

3 Comments:

Anonymous h/m said...

No Man's Land is pocketmarked like the body of foulest disease and its odour is the breath of cancer...No Man's Land under snow is like the face of the moon, chaotic, crater-ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

Hideous landscapes, vile noises....everything unnatural, broken, blastered; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug-outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth.

4:04 PM  
Anonymous nigger said...

what does the piano play as the man waits?

2:59 PM  
Anonymous white said...

"the shadow-self of the White Lodge. The legend says that every spirit must pass through there on the way to perfection. There, you will meet your own shadow self. My people call it 'The Dweller on the Threshold' ... But it is said, if you confront the Black Lodge with imperfect courage, it will utterly annihilate your soul."

Through the darkness of future past
The magician longs to see.
One chants out between two worlds
Fire walk with me.



the Man from Another Place, who refers to the Red room as the "waiting room"

3:03 PM  

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