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(no subject) [Mar. 20th, 2008|07:27 pm]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |tiredpǝɹıʇ]
[resonating sounds |os noʎ ploʇ - ǝpoɯ ǝɥɔǝdǝp]

¿uʍop ǝpısdn sǝıɹʇuǝ ʎɯ ˥˥∀ op plnoɥs ı sdɐɥɹǝԀ ˙ʎɐʍɐ sɥʇuoɯ ɟo ǝldnoɔ ɹǝɥʇouɐ ʇsnՐ ˙˙˙ǝɯıʇ ʇxǝu lıʇu∩

˙ʞɔıɯɯıб ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ʇnoɥʇıʍ 'ʎɐs oʇ ɹǝʇʇǝq бuıɥʇǝɯos ɟo ʞuıɥʇ ǝqʎɐɯ uɐɔ I lıʇun 'ʎɹʇuǝ ʇsɐl ɐ ǝq llıʍ sıɥʇ ʍou ɹoℲ ˙oб noʎ ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇnq 'ʍouʞ I ʎllıs ʎɹǝ∧ ˙llɐ ʇɐ бuıɥʇʎuɐ ɹo бuıɥʇǝɯos ǝʇıɹʍ ʎllɐnʇɔɐ oʇ ʇuǝɯoɯ ɟǝıɹq ɐ ɹoɟ ɥбnouǝ бuısnɯɐ punoɟ I ɥɔıɥʍ ʇxǝʇ uʍop ǝpısdn sıɥʇ ʎɹʇ oʇ ʇdǝɔxǝ ʇnoqɐ бuıʇıɹʍ ɥʇɹoʍ бuıɥʇʎuɐ ɟo ʞuıɥʇ ʎllɐǝɹ ʇ,uɐɔ llıʇs 'sɹɐǝʎ puɐsnoɥʇ ɐ ɹoɟ ǝɹǝɥ uı бuıɥʇʎuɐ uǝʇʇıɹʍ ʇou ǝʌɐɥ I
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(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2007|07:05 pm]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |boredbored]
[resonating sounds |Ladytron - Destroy Everything You Touch]

With all things considered and the asperity of the Universe casting algid shadows over all plans that might fall into a chasm of disarray at any minute, it should only be a MONTH now... I can hold on to that surely?

Few notes of worth: Inflammatory vomit for the eyes to followCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jul. 4th, 2007|02:20 pm]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |determineddetermined]
[resonating sounds |Pelican - Last Day of Winter]

There is a sense that the last six months have been a void. The malaise never subsided and I allowed a sub-existence to ensue; finally this dangerous combination of inactivity and taking for granted everything I held so dear could lead only to a dark unforgiving place, and the vision of the future I saw there was so bitter I finally choked myself free of hyper-procrastination. I am no longer derelict.

For death or glory I am reborn, my 2007 begins now.
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(no subject) [Nov. 5th, 2006|12:19 am]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |cheerfulawed]
[resonating sounds |The voices of Oblivion]

Gushings and squealing horrors to all...

I have finally dared to leave my void chamber and travel epic distances across this detestable sphere of pulsating madness. Never there existed such a place, so familiar but yet so foreign, this living ambivalence is unusual to such a reclusive hermit of all things disturbed and wrong. However, I am jubilant in spite of the wettening that has plagued us here today. Thought I had better bleed more spurious obfuscations from my mind into this most heinous of human lamentations. Otherwise people may think I am dead, but all that know me will know otherwise, indeed, for I am with them. Well, she who is almighty and to be feared!

Anyway, enough vocal aberrations made digital for now. There is much to be done...
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(no subject) [Oct. 19th, 2006|05:38 pm]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |scaredinfekted]
[resonating sounds |Camel - Spirit of the Water]

For as long as I can remember now I've had sounds emanating from my brain. Not voices or anything coherent, mere noises. As a logical and rational person I obviously attributed this to insekts, parasites that lie somewhere between organic and metallic, which find the moist hell of my mind a cosy place to inhabit. They are doing something in there, something obscene no less...

These noises vary greatly, most of the time I really assume they are bodily noise such as stomach grumbles, the brain meat is pulsating or something, it's probably coming from my sinuses. This doesn't explain all of the noises however, and some are obviously brain related. Sharp spikes of white noise whilst I'm sleeping that trigger my eyes to receive something akin to TV interference. Sonances that aren't easily explainable, not melodic per se but certainly unnatural that I've been consciously aware of hearing in my head without outside stimuli. Although saying all this, I've always been intrigued by how I can conjure whole pieces of music with all its polyphony and multi-timbral qualities intact in my head. This brain marvelling aside - I am still perturbed by the teratoid noises that often become more prevalent as I'm reaching that place close to unconsciousness.

Whilst this ordinarily would have me contemplating the solipsist significance of these noises, I am more concerned with what the insekts are up to. Whether this is in anyway linked to sporadic bouts of night terrors I am uncertain. What I am sure of though is that it makes for awkward sleeping patterns... Blasted insomnia. If ever I start hearing words I'll seek medical help, or start my own religion, whichever is more convenient at the time. I'll let the incessant chittering of the insekts continue for now...

Seven more days!!!
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Hell only knows where these things start... [Sep. 1st, 2006|03:21 am]
the Scary Monkey
[prevalent atmosphere |I am omnipresent]
[afflicted sensation |sleepysleepy]
[resonating sounds |David Bowie - Ashes to Ashes]

Murderface, Murderface, Murderface, MURDERFACE...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Aug. 15th, 2006|02:39 am]
the Scary Monkey
[prevalent atmosphere |Several weeks in the past...]
[afflicted sensation |exanimateexanimate]
[resonating sounds |DethKløk - Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle]

The air is heavy tonight, thick with the noisome rancour of some pestilent creature - The caustic atmosphere enflames the swollen ulcerations left as scars from the spontaneous ejection of barbed wire throughout distended growths across my deformed body. I'm left to rock back and forth in near darkness as the vomit persists its torrent from my eye sockets. The colloid secretions that dribble from my ears are making it harder to hear anything at all other than horrific taunts from some unseen corner of the room. I have no sense of what time it is only that it must be night... Day is an alien concept to me. What wretched carrion have I become of late, rotting in situ in this reclusive environment, growing into the filth around me, I have always had a skewed perception of reality but the distortion is far more obtrusive tonight, obfuscating everything...

I feel the pull of something tugging at my brain from inside my skull, some eidetic claw grasping deep within my mind and pulling me far outside of consciousness and into some terrible dreadscape. The ominous flickering and whispers intensifying toward wild cachinnations from some shrouded daemon. I don't know what I am anymore; the blood inside my arms has blackened and assumed the form of a steadily flowing stream of insekts and centipedes. An unending swarm of creatures pouring through open wounds, I am a hollow shell of decaying pallid flesh, empty of humanity and sanity.

Perhaps it was because it has been very autumnal; such feelings don't normally come until much later... By which time I'll be somewhere far away - at least for a while. The sense of loathing I have for this place is quite acute now. Anywhere but here... I have more affinity to the local wildlife than the incumbent inhabitants of this abhorrent settlement. The sheer disdain I exude whenever my aberrant domain is infected by the mere presence of something objectionable is quite impressive, thus making train journeys particularly repellent... People are an execrable homogenous mass of organs perpetually under my feet or worse still devoid of the common sense intelligence needed to traverse something as incomprehensibly complex as a sidewalk. So agitated by the inordinate shuffling and edacious consumption of pavement capacity, I salivate thickly to sadistic visions of gratuitous ultraviolence. I will trample all under my stomping gait, and render every species of pedestrian mutilated and maimed beyond graphic interpretation. The innocent will suffer large as I walk the streets crimson with their detestable blood...

My penchant for such disturbing descriptions merely acts as an elucidative construct for any visual inspiration that I might feed off of. I have grown dependant on the decay to stimulate the wrong parts of my mind. So I wouldn't confuse any cathartic excreta as anything as trite as despairing lamentations or abject vitriol, but simply as an affirmation and consolidation of the realities I frequently transcend... I am addicted to dysphoric imagery...

Still I cannot shake the feeling that there is something intrinsically wrong with the world...
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(no subject) [May. 7th, 2006|02:58 am]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |weirddisturbed]
[resonating sounds |Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up]

Now attaching electrodes...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2006|04:14 pm]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |nauseateddisturbed]
[resonating sounds |Arzt+Pfusch - Anal Toothbrush]

Now be silent as I vomit on you...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Nov. 16th, 2005|11:39 pm]
the Scary Monkey
[afflicted sensation |apatheticapathetic]
[resonating sounds |Darkthrone - Kathaarian Life Code]

I can't seem to write anything of worth lately, instead I sit at notepad constructing diatribes so I haven't bothered updating. Besides I have Xmas shopping to do...

I will say this though echoing from some rants I have made in the past, you make me sick... All of you. Some in different ways, and sometimes it's not a bad thing but it's inherently true of everyone. You make me sick...


"It's so pretty when you look down on it..."
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