Name: Intarsia Miasma aka Rob Francis Stain
Some Foretaste of Heaven:
Hail to thee my dying contemporaries. I truly beseeched for thy forgiveness regarding my audacity and recklessness. Thou probably have seen my paltry notes or the, shall we say, the satirical panegyrics where I spelt my hex to those multi-faceted zombies. I simply miss the luster, the warmth, and the blissfulness of light. These melancholic burlesques seem beautiful to them but not to me. I have no passion about it anymore. This delusion drives me frantic every time I wrote those lurid notes. I feel vulnerable and frail but there is a little bit of virtue in all of us and I will not succumb to those malicious vices. Dreams await, purify me my weeping angel and lead me to thine eden where sobriety prevails.
-Carrion Love Notes & The Rotten Orchids Society-
Print on winter at the end of 2005
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What love is, but an error,
Contagious in two egotistic mind,
Rising a malicious terror
For a veiling intention that unkind?
To have no dignity;
Have thee in affection and amity;
Beauty is a heavenic boon,
Stretch in tin line between vice and virtue;
Beauty unlasting and will end soon,
Fade in time and lost its final hue.
Friend or foe, it makes no different now,
When mortality embraced us;
Our fallen souls like snow,
An eternity graced in dust.