zynettesheim
zynettesheim
A Vault of Rusty Silence;
I'm Zy; Experimental Industrial Music & Poetry.
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zynettesheim · 5 hours ago
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I changed my url to ZyNettesheim from Zy-T-r-a-s-h; It felt weird having this be the only account with a different name. You can still say I’m trash if you want though. <3
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zynettesheim · 6 hours ago
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Every time I see these, I think mostly about the sound that the third one would make; Maybe I’ll make a song about it some day. 
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Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion, Francis Bacon, 1944, Tate
Presented by Eric Hall 1953 Size: support, each: 940 x 737 mm frame, each: 1162 x 960 x 80 mm Medium: Oil paint on 3 boards
http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/bacon-three-studies-for-figures-at-the-base-of-a-crucifixion-n06171
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zynettesheim · 2 days ago
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A sense of responsibility for something long forgotten, For he knows history as no one else could; Moments passed in paradise. "If death is welcome let him seek it there."
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zynettesheim · 3 days ago
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Sickly and familiar, Like the sort of philosophy you steal, From neon signs or, Bad graffiti; Shouting dilapidated colours. Information I can forget.
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zynettesheim · 5 days ago
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In a cerebral machine, Void at the core; Hope springs eternal.
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zynettesheim · 5 days ago
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Frost-like surface, Secret deep; Life is not such tender ravages.
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zynettesheim · 5 days ago
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Sacrificial metal, Façade of decency; A loathsome rot. The milk of human kindness, A cascade of pumps and membranes; A great plague of swollen blisters.
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zynettesheim · 6 days ago
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You may sound like a man, With interdimensional intelligence; But you resemble a machine, Passing through lifetimes in dream.
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zynettesheim · 6 days ago
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Within the colour red, Something too close. A stable zenith, That I have betrayed.
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zynettesheim · 6 days ago
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Of all the stations of the cross to choose as your enemy; Clinging to scraps of dreams you badly wanted, "I can wait, I've waited for years."
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zynettesheim · 7 days ago
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Time and Space, The dream we live in; A sordid history.
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zynettesheim · 9 days ago
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Entangled clearly, Like arachnid hexes. They weave accusation like truth, And find suffering flowering within.
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zynettesheim · 9 days ago
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Spiral exaltations, Uncanniness of nature; A dull, Sullen glare of red light, Like a collapsed sun.
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zynettesheim · 10 days ago
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Feelings outside of The World; Finding perfect tenderness, Expressing opportunity, Cherishing the chaos, Around some fullness of time, In senses I dreamt of.
After The Great Conjunction, As the Hyades rose, I had discovered sacred earth; The blue falling of blossoms, Involuntary statues of winter, Shining celestial technicalities.
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zynettesheim · 10 days ago
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Listening for lost sounds, In beliefs and, Flesh.
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zynettesheim · 11 days ago
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Water triangle conduit, Or whatever he was at the time, But had known for eternity.
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zynettesheim · 11 days ago
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After The Great Conjunction, As the Hyades rose, I had discovered sacred earth; The blue falling of blossoms, Involuntary statues of winter, Shining celestial technicalities.
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zynettesheim · 12 days ago
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Open as a surface mine to daylight, I remember where it hid itself: Outside of Space, It's gone now.
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