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none [27 Dec 2005|02:39am]
Height is the one for me
It gives me all I need
And helps me co-excist with the chill
You make me sick because I adore you so
I love all the dirty tricks
And twisted games you play on me

Space dementia in your eyes and
Peace will arise and tear us apart
And make us meaningless again

Mmmm, yeah
You'll make us want to die
I'd cut your name in my heart
We'll destroy this world for you
I know you want me to feel your pain

Space dementia in your eyes and
Peace will arise and tear us apart
And make us meaningless again
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cope fame [15 Dec 2005|07:52pm]
Got the law man
The con man
The liquor store man
Got the man at the premiere to "Spider-Man"
Got the old man calling on the young man
Got the soul man
Trying to keep a hold man



I seen the stars lookin in her eyes
So many times i tried



Seen a man who caught the rainbow's end
He claimed
That the pot of gold resided within


For a name in the world today
For a little bit of fame today
For a name in the U.S.A.
You want to fly high
You want to fly high
You want to fly
You want to fly
You want to fly high

Got the this is your land man
This is my land man
Got the blood on the tracks man
Got the guilty man
Got the innocent man
Got the buffalo soldier
The dreadlock Rastaman



Seen the stars looking in her eyes
So many times I've tried



Talked to a man who caught the
raninbow's end he found
That the pot of gold resided within
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vacant [17 Oct 2005|06:03pm]
[ mood | poof ]

im going to stop using livejournal.
it makes me feel like im decorating somebody elses house

but, i do love writing random shit..
so stephen built me my own home.
using my blueprints and everything.
(thank you)

so
if you're here.
if you're wondering.

this is my new place: http://glitchy.net/~kody/

its still only partly done.
im hoping to clutter it up with everything kody.

stop by
the welcome mat is out.

k

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thine eyes [11 Oct 2005|11:02pm]
And tho we live where no oceans be,
Reflect from thine eyes casts-out a sea.

In lively waves and the wild storm,
No man may tame afar from shore.

So I set to search amidst undertow,
Those bronzed-deep-eyes so well I know.

In thine eyes where I used to dine,
My reflection there I no longer find.

What haughty gods play their games?
Expunged my form from dark-lashed frames.

Where’ve I gone, in sea of dreams?
Swam too far and drowned it seems.

And tho we live where no oceans be,
Reflect from thine eyes, floods forth a sea.
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[11 Oct 2005|10:53pm]
*where would i go
if everyone in the world turned their back on me?


"i would turn them back around and face me. i would go nowhere until a
resolution was agreed upon. and we could all stand there satisfyed."


< exit >
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mon ami [09 Oct 2005|09:03pm]
[ mood | delorean ]

"It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
There's only Alice"






And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave...

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over and over [04 Oct 2005|10:57pm]
i find myself with more free time.
time alone.
i swear...
how is my brain still working?
its not even a brain anymore..
its some old, beatup VCR... replaying the same parts of the same movie...
over and over again.
and the more i watch it.. the more my brain has to adjust the tracking.
the quality is dropping.
but its my favorite tape.
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the hare [04 Oct 2005|12:51am]
[ mood | check ]

and so...
more writing into the destination unknown.
throwing another rickety dart towards some conclusion ive yet to get close enough to make out.

it's so frustrating to not be able to explain to people how you feel about something.
especially if what you're trying to explain is something as simple as "im proud of you" or "you make me happy".
when you aim so precisely... so carefully... and miss your target from a mile away.
and then.. on the trek to hunt down what you so haphazardly got wrong.. you forget what you're doing. end up walking around in circles. its not until you give-in... go home.... and crawl into bed that you really remember with perfect clarity what you were meaning to say.

there are a couple people in my life right now...
that are everything i could ever ask for in a person.
i feel *so* comfortable with them.. so *real*
they are my jolt out of sleepwalking.

and i still cant express to them.. in simple words
how so very necessary they are to me.

i want to write more.
but i need to sleep.

as far as i can tell.. dreams are just dreams... nothing else but a tar ball of random thoughts and memories.
with that said.. they can sometimes pose as good therapy.

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Immunology [02 Oct 2005|01:55pm]
so, its been a while.. since ive really written anything.
aside from a couple convoluted poesies that will only ever really make sense to me (and possibly one other).
i post them... but its not because i think they're any good.
its not because i think anyone is going to benefit from some valuable knowledge ive acquired.
surely there are thousands of me out there... secreting the same social clatter.
verbatim.

last night i had a dream.
it was set in some war ridden era... bustling like New York. savage like Bangkok.
i was walking around in this gigantic train station. waiting to catch a train to some unknown destination.
i had my ticket... but could not find my way to the boarding dock. i could see it... but due to all these byzantine walkways and checkpoints i couldn’t get there. it was like walking through an active Tetris game.
eventually a security guard came up and grabbed me.
told me i needed to get to a hospital immediately.
i looked down.. to see that my body was riddled with little pieces of shrapnel. not metal, but paper.
little bits of paper inked with familiar, elegant words.
they stuck in me like knife blades.
i tried to pull them out... but the security guard stopped me.
told me.. he knows they hurt... but pulling them out would only make it worse.
i woke up.

anyways.. i think im in some kind of stalemate.
and when you've been stalemated you're usually fucked.
cant progress
cant go back
but maybe im able to cope
living on
right here
in stalemate

when i try to pick apart my brain.. it always sounds so damned solemn.
id love to stumble onto some grand conclusion.. some rickety path to righteousness.
who knows.. maybe i have.
maybe its just a really long, rickety path.



to anyone. to you.
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vomoa [02 Oct 2005|04:34am]
[ mood | pernicious ]

run children
run away from
the morning
for it's waiting to hold you down
hold you down
beneath the water
until the coming
of the February clown

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november [16 Sep 2005|07:14pm]
[ mood | elipsive ]

turning and turning,

the cringing and the burning.

the fire,

the yearning,

on a fresh November morning.

its forgetting.

or its learning.

or is it spooning?

or maybe forking.

no, its knifing.

yes, the knifing.

there indeed was some stabbing,

lots of stabbing!

split the backing!

iconoclashing!

slight brain-bashing!

is it me,

or is it freezing...

on this sweet November morning.

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[23 Feb 2005|01:22am]
beksinski...

fuck
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[30 Nov 2004|07:08pm]
wow
okay

i have quit the tattoo shop
or... at least i will be quiting... offically... in the next day or so

this is why...

i paint up there
i have around 5 painting up there

theres one
of a zombie

this guy... this drug dealer... mixx's drug dealer (mixx is my boss)
wanted to buy the zombie
for 200 dollars

i didnt really want to sell it that cheap... i really liked it
put a lot of work into it

but i needed the money
so i was thinking on it

about two weeks ago... i went up to lexington ky... to visit my friend, bethany.
when i get back
...

my fucking painting is missing
i ask around and find out this is what happened...

mixx wants to go to texas... for god knows what reason
mixx doesnt have money...
mixx steals my painting... and sells it for 175 dollars
mixx pockets the money.

i havent seen him since he's gotten back from texas...
he's going to tell me that i owed him the money
which... i guess you could say i do...
but i dont have to pay him a dime... until at least another month from now
also... i havent seen him in forever... i havent learned shit from him for over a month
he has done nothing to earn the money...

every thing ive learned ive learned on my own... or from other people
and he thinks he can just STEAL my fucking painting.

i want to put his skull under my shoe... and press down
press down until i touch the ground underneath

tyburn jig
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shit sauce [11 Oct 2004|09:57pm]
[ mood | saucey ]

today at the tattoo parlor... this girl comes in... wants lettering or her lower back.

she wants the word "royalty"
why? i overheard her saying "he better fucking love it" and "i cant believe im going through all this pain for a guy"

*number one reason to NOT get a tattoo*

feh... anyways... she starts cursing... because of the pain... saying everything possible to say... and then... "shit sauce!"
maybe she had ran out of profanity... maybe she felt she couldnt repeat the same words twice... whatever the reason... she decided to make up her own. rachael (the piercing apprentice) and i were sitting in the front half of the room (sectioned off by a 5 foot wall) the girl and don the tattoo artist were in the back half... and all of a sudden "SHIT SAUCE!"

she also fabricated other gems such as but not limited to "jesus biscuit" and "toe jammer". she wouldnt say goddamnit though... only "gosh damnit" and "god durnit"... i spose she assumes those words are in the clear... and wont get her a ticket to the flames of hell.

yep

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twine rickety spine [05 Oct 2004|10:44pm]
[ mood | respiratory ]

slithering back...

still doing the breathing thing...


UPDATE TIMES!

back in owensboro... working at blockbuster
i found a tattoo parlor downtown here... gathered my guts and went forward to sell myself
and sell myself i did!

i am now kody the tattoo apprentice
ive been doing this for nearly 3 weeks
learning how to tattoo... being taxi driver... being slave and janitor... being pretty much everything they want me to do... but this is how i figured it would go... so s'ok
mixx (my fat, lazy, creepy, bland tattoo boss... thing) says im ready to begin to learn the machine (never call it a gun... he tells me... ive been broken of this)... oh gods, i cant wait

they're (mix and don) good tattoo artists.... but thats where their artiness ends... they cant create anything for shit... they have no concept outside of reproduction and minor touch up. they treat me like some protigal... some holy grail (that of course drives them around and cleans up their messes) since i have some prior knowledge in what the fuck im doing.

i cant wait to learn what i need... get licensed and run...

how are liz and lauren?
i miss talking to you guys much

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smoosmoo [01 May 2004|12:58pm]
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SUP FAGGOTSES [13 Apr 2004|05:57pm]
[ mood | meningitic ]

updating for the sake of NOTHING

i have nothing to tell you... well maybe a litte

getting/building a new computer.. with help from my nigga stephen.
(specifics are HERE -> http://glitchy.net/kody/comp/

i have a phalanx of zombie pictures/paintings... when scanner is hooked up ill shovel them ALL on you.
sheeeeit!

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new entry [03 Apr 2004|07:28pm]
5. colbalt blue
http://www.bighairyspiders.com/pix/cobalt3.jpg
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FORK [03 Apr 2004|11:51am]
[ mood | arachnofuck ]

im going to buy a SPIDER
these are the ones i want... EVERYONE THAT IS READING.. HELP ME CHOOSE!

1. greenbottle blue
http://www.bighairyspiders.com/pix/speck14.jpg

2. antilles pinktoe
http://www.bighairyspiders.com/pix/tick10.jpg
look at it when its just a baby
http://www.bighairyspiders.com/pix/versicolor1.jpg
so fucking cute

3. fringed ornamental
http://www.bighairyspiders.com/pix/ornata6.jpg

and of course

4. goliath birdeater
http://www.bighairyspiders.com/pix/blondi2.jpg

HELP

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holy fuck! where did i go?! [02 Apr 2004|02:53pm]
[ mood | pneumatic ]

where indeed...

ill tell you ONE thing... it sure isnt worth typing about in great detail.
so, instead here's the...
Brief Summary of Kody's 3 Months in the VOID

kody
moves out of his home of 6 months
gets fired from the quacky old folks home where he's been employed for over 2 years
moves in with crazy aunt and uncle
gets pseudo kicked out of aunt and uncle's
moves in with brother and grandfather
gets a job at FACTORY HELL FABRICATIONS
end

through out these three months i experience isolation and total worthlessness.. but im mostly better now. im making some money, working on at least 3 comic ideas that i think will sell/will be fun to read, painting two zombies which i will post here soon, and hunting down all available options for becoming a tattoo artist.

something else...
about a month ago i had a dream. it was by far the creepiest most unsettling dream ive EVER had. i wrote it down in story form... to try and project the feelings of terror and vulnerability i felt... onto the readers (YOUSE).
the story that Smoker is telling is the dream.

without further ado

The Dream
smoker: im going to tell you a story now.

man on the other side of the table: okay.

smoker: there's a road. deep in the woods of south-western tennessee. a long twisting dirt road with nothing on it but one house. and in this house was nothing but a second floor.

man...: what do you mean nothing but a second floor?

smoker: i mean there was nothing but a second floor... no bottom floor. i cant explain it any better than that.

man...: okay. go on.

smoker: on this second floor there was nothing but two windows, two rooms, one hallway, and one red door. we got into the house by leaning an old dead log onto the roof near one of the two windows. the only window open.

man...: we? there were others with you.

smoker: yes. four of us.

man...: where are they now?

smoker: i dont know. out there maybe... lost... like me.

man...: i see. go on.

smoker: the four of us... Cain, Shannon, Katie, and I climbed inside. i dont remember why we went there... or why we went inside. it was almost dark... and snowing a little... maybe thats why. the front room was completely empty... save some leaves, eight or nine pair of old shoes, and a hallway in the back. a long narrow hallway ending with one red door. it was shut.
it was cold. i remember that vividly. so we gathered the leaves and built a small fire in the middle of the room. we were sitting in a circle around the fire and shannon got up to shut the one open window. that was when i saw her.

man...: who?

smoker: she didnt tell me her name... she didnt speak at all... but for some reason. i knew her name was Baba Yaga. the old russian witch who lived in a house that stood on chicken-legs.

man...: so it was a witch?

smoker: i dont know. id rather not try to classify what she was.

man...: okay. go on.

smoker: shannon was hanging half out the window... reaching for the open shutters. she was no further than three feet from him, slouched in the corner. i dont know how long she had be there staring at me. staring with her wild, half-snarling atrophied grin.

man...: what did she look like?

smoker: old, really old, really tall too... like 6'5". hair hanging long and stringy... like wet seaweed. her arms... oh god, her arms almost touched the floor.. ending in mangled five-legged dead spiders. she wore some night-gown... tattered and bright white gone sickly yellow. her neck, which like her arms was abnormally long and seemed to be broken at not quite a 90 degree angle near her head.

man...: and she was smiling at you?

smoker: sort of... maybe it would be more accurate to say she was happily showing me all her narrow little teeth. she had to have at least 200 of those creepy mother fuckers.

man...: what did you do?

smoker: nothing. i just sat there paralyzed by the sight of her.

man...: and what did the others do?

smoker: nothing. they just kept on talking. they had to have seen her... Shannon had to have seen her. she even broke her stare with me to watch him walk past her and sit back down near the fire. they just acted like she didnt even exist. come to think of it... they were acting like i didnt exist. they had stopped talking to me... didnt even look at me. no one looked at me... except for the woman in the corner.
then her neck started growing longer. snaked right up the wall. and it didnt stop when it reached the ceiling. it slithered up on it until her head was directly above the fire. then she stopped... dead hair hanging long and low, smile still fixed on me... i lost a bit of time then.

man...: you passed out?

smoker: i suppose... well, not exactly. when i came to i was standing down the hallway facing the red door... hand on the knob. i could hear katie talking... she had to've been miles away. i remember looking back at the fire which was now a distant orange spark deep down the tunnel that was the hallway... the feeling of isolation... and utter vulnerability was now reaching maximum levels.

man...: what did you do?

smoker: i opened the red door, and went inside.

man...: go on.

smoker: there were no windows or furniture... only a single working light bulb dangling low on a wire from the ceiling... it had no switch. the room was totally barren... save one thing.

man...: and what was that?

smoker: the block. the thing that did this to me...

[the man on the other side of the table glances down]

smoker: it came from the great wall of hell... something had carved a block of it right out and placed it in this house. there are probably hundreds of them on this planet. waiting... patiently. there were holes carved out of the flesh covered dirt walls and i could hear voices from inside it... i thought it was a cage. i spoke. it spoke back. it convinced me to come and put my arms inside it. so i did and the children grabbed me by the wrists. the little girls... they started chewing and gnawing my fingers and arms. i tried to fight... and then...

man...: what.

smoker: i lost time again. i found myself at home... my home. arms and hands bandaged up. i didnt leave the house for 2 weeks. then... i started having dreams... hellish dreams about that room with the red door. i heard those children scuttling under my bed. so i left... and i havent been back.

woo!

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