Below are the 16 most recent journal entries recorded in morguesoliloquy's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
4:37 pm	http://lesleyiris.com/files/psythe/musics/Infected_Mushroom_-_Vicious_Delicious_-_04_.Heavyweight.mp3 (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 26th, 2006
8:30 pm	Love is a suppository "running and screaming in a sensible fashion" That's pretty much been the perpetual state I've been in for over the past couple of months. Constant jet-lag without the frequent flyer miles. Graduation is nigh, and academically-"underachiever" has become a term of endearment. . Instead of handing me college pamphlets and financial aid info...I imagine they'll give me a handbook on get-rich-quick-schemes and a gift certificate for barbiturates. At best I'll end up being a heavily sedated contestant on a reality tv show. Out of necessity-I quit the gig at the orthopaedic group. Lack of cash flow is synonomous with lack of independence in my eyes so I'm still a little sore about that. I had a supporting cast role in the medical world-I felt productive but c'est la vie. Since then... the "rose-tint" has been filtering rainbow colors. Heterosexuals are a minority in my household-so homosexuality isn't a taboo in the least. On valentine's day my brother's long distance boyfriend sent him this elaborate bouquet of flowers and my mom's only response was "I need a gay lover" My sentiments exactly. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, May 6th, 2005
6:20 pm	"The image was created by corrosion" Hmm... http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/underpass_virgin_mary Here's the poem I wrote for Dr. Fernandez. Not exactly prozac induced-but it held him over. Impersonal Christ Pedestals de-humanize Turn a blind eye And unveil paradise Estranged reverance Dependency perseverance Bred on sedatives Uncomfortably numb In your congregation of disassociatives Cope with your cold heritage Deceased immortality A porcelain stare is eternity Dopamine struck and crushed Saw God down the barrel of your gun Didn't seem to trigger salvation Chemical collision Head-on revelation Lapses of silence cradle oblivion My fear is your resignation Avert your sorrow From the eyes of tragedy Convert your devotion Towards a tangible divinity Consequences from volition Existence is a vice Vitality is redemption Within resides the crucifixion And the resurrection In a second this'll be a memory A vague projection of reality... "All of us are haunted and haunting" Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: "Crucifix Kiss"-M.S.P (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 24th, 2005
10:35 pm	"The mind in itself can make a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven" After a lengthy delay I've returned...briefly As of now reality is a bad 60's B-movie. Everything's muffled and distorted... Each character is trying to narrate in 1st person... The same dialogue is used for different scenarios... Overall the hype over the limelight isn't worth it. Living in El Paso is like being in the head of an unstimulated schizophrenic popping estrogen. In it's entirety El Paso is a hormone. And me? I'm just another idealistic fuck destined for mediocrity or complete and utter insanity in it's purest form. Probably the latter considering my high levels of coherency these days. One has to wonder though... My grandma had 10 kids, my mom 5, so in theory (excluding sexuality factors)in the future I'll have 2.5 children. With enough alcohol it's possible. Constructing immortality through an unintentional legacy. Considering I was seconds away from chugging a bottle of salad dressing today, just the thought of genetics coupled with my mentality is enough to scare me impotent. My ovaries quiver in absolute terror at the thought of reproduction. Roosevelt had it partly right. The only thing to fear... is yourself. Current Mood: decent enough Current Music: "Dead Passive"-M.S.P (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 7th, 2005
2:46 am	Sunday Re-cap It's becoming a habit, every time I got to church I somehow manage to walk out with an object that has occult affiliation. A few Sundays ago it was a Baphomet pentagram and this past week it was the Aleister Crowley Book of Thoth tarot cards. The last thing you expect your child to do after sending them to mass is to come back with a relic from another system of faith...however a conveniantly placed Cool-Arrows makes this possible. A win-win situation, I get the appraisal of the good little christian daughter while simultaneously yet subtly deterring from the foundation I've been rooted in. Football games in my family were never watched for the actual sport-only the half-time show which for the past 10 years have been recorded and are on tape in our video collection along with footage of various Olympic ceremonies. My brother's doing of course. For "inspiration". You know, I've always thought the offshoot of fireworks resembled sperm. Pyrotechnic ejaculation impregnating my brother's eccentricity. That's what the Superbowl really is. 1938 Nobel Peace Prize nominee Der Fuhrer of the Third Reich Putting a well-worn saying to work, "Things aren't always as they seem" Current Mood: sleep-deprived Current Music: Ukranian midgets yodeling (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
7:33 pm	The Last Supper "Eat of my flesh, drink of my blood" Sylum(excerpt from) The formaldehyde in your veins The bullet in my head Perforates. Reverberates. Dictates Head the preaching trigger Such eloquent brutality Regressing into fallibility Current Mood: redeemed! Current Music: "Beheaded"-Offspring (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 17th, 2005
1:31 am	Yesterday was great...I spent the first half of the day listening to my brother's eccentric plans for his sequel to his Rainbow Solstice. This year it's going to be fashioned after Cirque Du Soleil and he apparently has already hired dancers AND a female contortionist. Liquor and flexibility...hmm...this is either going to be incredibly arousing or intoxicatingly hilarious. Either way...can't lose. Following that was the slumber party...which is a classic dear diary moment... Yes...Dear Diary, My friends and I ate lemons to find out if we're lesbian material. However I have this strong suspicion that if a girl tastes like a lemon-that's probably out of bad hygiene. Yes moving along, then we played twister, listened to some really bad-ass um...metalhead meets redneck music while xtina kept saying she was going to fill her sippy cup with vodka. Aw. As oppose to sleeping on the bed, we tried to build a tent to the side of it. The candle was conspiring against me...so we eventually moved to the bed(out of default) where we all underwent hypnosis. I think it was Eleni's cackling, slightly demonic voice and reiteration of "butcher knife" that scared the bejesus out of xtina and me. The responses were really interesting for psychoanalysis...very informative. After several sessions of that, we eventually drifted to sleep at some un-godly hour. Most everything else is a sleep-deprived blur...somehow I found my way to my bed and crashed until 6:00. When I woke up no one was home so out of some odd inspiration from yesterday's events-I got some progress done on this storyline I've been putting together since last year. It was a good day. Ah...memories Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: shh...lactating (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 12th, 2005
5:02 pm	Sieg Heil Mary "Morality is decided by the man with the most artillery"-M.M. With enough publicity, anticipation and desperation-anything can become an addiction. A religion. An obsession. A means to socially-acceptable corrosion. Current Mood: sodomized by a livewire Current Music: arteries hardening... (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 6th, 2005
6:12 pm	IT"S SNOWING!!! My tongue is numb. Cadavers need affection too. The walls are dilating, paved with gashes pouring sequined jelly. Baptised with bullets lies the phallus of the antagonist. Hehe! It was I. Fuck passivity! Slit the hymen!!! Monopolize and capitalize. Raped by capitalist ideals. Your carcass stole my cleaver. Dopamine and serotonin... symptoms of divinity. Ingest your savior. Swallowing shards of martyrdom. Cellophane decorated effigy...doused and devoured. Now my feet don't touch the ground. Current Mood: euphoric! divine!! cuddly!!! Current Music: White Lady in Falsetto (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 3rd, 2005
8:47 pm	Happy Holidays!!! http://img144.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img144&image=pinesol9ui.jpg Don't even take a breath The air is cut with cyanide In honor of the New Year Current Mood: reclusive Current Music: "My first christmas as a woman"-Vandals (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 31st, 2004
1:14 am	Pious strangers and drunken companions I've gone through at least 3 bottles of tylenol and antibiotics within the past week. Not exactly the most efficient overdose. I spent most of the holidays coughing up a lung, spreading my throat infection (it is the season of giving after all) meanwhile virtually taking out affliction on others in this intense sadistic game I got. My Christmas was complete...because of my infection I got my wish of solitude and homicide. Yay! As a tribute I think I'll write a song; ode to frayed tonsils. It's a good thing I didn't get a venereal disease... Following that... My brother had a shindig in which my mom (in an arkward display of anti-socialness) drove around the parking lot in the back of our house for half an hour then went to wal-mart and parked there for another half hour to avoid mingling with his friends. Meanwhile one of my brother's drunken companions cried on my shoulder and another kept showing me obscene pictures of her and her boyfriend. Both of them kept handing me shots for listening, so I figured it was an even exchange. However I don't think I can afford any more casualties amongst the brain cell count so New Years Resolution-"Stop rehearsing alcohol, start performing narcotics." And yes... I DID SHOW UP AT BARNES AND NOBLE!!! If need be I will explain myself further. Please don't be pissed. Current Mood: paranoid!! Current Music: homophobic dog barking "repent" (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 30th, 2004
11:55 pm	Haemoglobin is the key to a healthy heartbeat ...but can you orgasm in the form of a question? What's your sexual perversion? Created by ptocheia Current Mood: medicated Current Music: Cher: live in concert!!! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 21st, 2004
3:30 pm	Orgasmic Mass Hysteria! Phencyclidine! (PCP) Which Psychoactive Drug are you? brought to you by Quizilla Current Mood: despotic Current Music: Mindless Self Indulgence (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
5:38 pm	Love is like a vibrator with someone else controlling the switch "Without 40 ounces of social skills I'm just the ass in the crack of humanity A huge manatee" -Nothing Came Out I wrote this awhile ago. Toaster I put my pig heart on display Only to find out you're a vegetarian I hate to be paged But the thought of you dialing turns me on Endorsing masturbation sessions Another religion of self-infliction Materialistic masochism Victims raped with narcissism Violating haloes Losing stability Your hand on sanity's clit Wild mariachi sex Then we'll pray for more onions and ketchup My god was the saint of hetero Unrealistically unreachable Poster child of untouchable Genitalia compromise Sex change for Xmas Contemporary labido Now perfection is fuckable First limb for the cannibal First funeral for the necrophiliac First nail for the martyr My lovely nymphomaniac deity Oblivious to this soulless crucifixion Current Mood: lobotomized Current Music: The Moldy Peaches (3 Comments |Comment on this)
3:43 pm	Amish Phone Sex Basking within this new-found resentment. I'm experiencing the other side of the spectrum of Passive-aggressiveness, just here seething with hostility(while eating granny's homestyle cookies)and I have to say I love it!!! GROVEL INSOLENT FOOLS!!! Today is a good day to DISMEMBER!!!Ah...thus ends my rant about relationships. FUCK THEM!!! On the lighter side of a burnt toast, I saw Manson in the flesh!!! It was the single most exhilarating moment of my life despite it's length. Right about the time Manson was tearing pages from a Bible-my parents were at confession repenting for my soul. Ah sweet irony. Current Mood: homicidal Current Music: Manic Street Preachers (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
5:16 pm	THE NEXT BIG FRUIT-Behold my wasted existence I've given into the social anxieties of peer pressure. Yay for you...you get to hear another anonymous teenager's complaints. Oh, how I'd hate to be you. Anywho here's my soul you greedy bastards. I am your stigma, a stillframe of your decay as your carcass lays on society's embalming table, and this is my morgue soliloquy. Hello world...I am your midget deity. Current Mood: restless Current Music: Senzafine-Lacuna Coil (4 Comments |Comment on this)