The World's a Tomb

[Filed under ‘F.’]

I have seen the fnords.

You cannot view them. You cannot hear them. But you can feel them.

I have seen the fnords.

Deep in the margins of every shadow and atop every tower.

I have seen the fnords.

You cannot touch them. You cannot smell them. But you can feel them.

I have seen the fnords.

Like an eye of providence they watch over us. Only the temples of old are safe.

I have seen the fnords.

But I see them no longer.

[A note from the blog host: Regular posting to begin again soon. Transcribing these strange catalogues and journal entries has, unfortunately, taken a backseat to an extremely busy life, but I do expect to start again soon. Thanks for the many follows and support. If anyone does have ANY information regarding who the journal author or notecard writer are, I’d be happy to hear it.]

[Filed under ‘S’.]

“Snakes and monkeys are subjected to the demon more than other animals. Satan lives in them and possesses them. He uses them to deceive men and to injure them.” —Martin Luther

Set One

[The following scraps, written on a variety of materials, were discovered throughout the attic in which I found the rolodex, though it is unclear if they share the same author. On the back of each scrap was a number. This first set is presented in the order of their numbers. All of them are written as they were originally found, including grammatical, typographical, and philosophical errors.]

“The water singed my nose with its yellow, piss-infected stink as the two year-olds mucked about in its yellow, piss-infected mess and, in turn, became both yellow and piss-infected. And it was here that I met a man that was most piss-infected, himself.” [1]

“always said that Murder is an Art” [2]

“and he laughed his fucking frilly French laugh that could have broken all the windows in the house, had they not already lied, shattered, on the grou” [3]

“‘My mother insisted there was only one difference between the two politcial parties of the youess,’ he stated with a droll voice, ‘Where one is concerned—they look to the future and hope that their children will be rich,’ he paused (for dramatic effect, no doubt), ‘And where the other is concerned—those look to the future and fear that their children may be put into a position where they are poor.’ Everyone around him laughed their political laughs—which are far more heavy-winded than regular laughs and are, as far as I’m concerned, hardly a laugh at all—while I stared blankly at the wall.” [4]

 ”notice them screaming when you shoot each individual finger and splatter their blood on your walls and bathe in a glorious victory that only a special few are able—and willing—to savor.” [5]

“Had not Zeus! himself restrained my Herculean rage, I would have then and there unleashed my thunderous wrath with lightning speed unknown to Mankind and the gods alike! And upon his blasphemously handsome face torn asunder all that was good and right in the world—no! the Universe!—for no man nor woman deserves the ill-begotten gift of living when still they neglect the fact that everyone is dying.” [6]

“nd.” [7]

“I do my best Art when the surroundings are loud. Art is done to the best extent on Halloween or during a fireworks display; then no one will” [8]

This scrap was blank. [9]

“But a gunshot is nothing compared to a paper cut.” [10]

Narcissus has not such vanity./Though, he be not as beautiful as thee. [11]

“And this, this is the challenge of any artist; to inflict as many paper cuts are possible before the inevitable last stroke of death. Let the ink pour from their veins—paint with their blood, sculpt with their flesh, mold their bodies into your image and for a second (an oh-so-brief second!) You Are God. An angry God, a jealous God, a vengeful God exacting punishment upon an unrepentant sinner.” [12]

“I am Jehovah. I am Shiva. I am Allah. They scream, ‘MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY!’ I scream mantra after mantra after mantra, ‘Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. We meditate on the effulgent glory of the divine Light; may he inspire our understanding. Ya-Salaam. Ya-Salaam. Ya-Salaam. I am ‘I AM’. I am. They are not.” [13]

[A newspaper clipping filed under ‘M’]

BLOOD FOUND COVERING WALLS OF LOCAL HOTEL

Police baffled by bizarre discovery, searching for body.

Police were disturbed yesterday after receiving a call from a hotel owner. Upon entering the room, which was covered in what appeared to be human blood, one officer vomited. In the bathroom of the same room, the word ‘sangoma’ was written on the wall in what also appeared to be blood. The assumed murder carries a similar modus operandi to a previous murder just one year ago, in which 22 year-old Cessa Chantal

[The remainder of the story is cut off.]

[This quote was filed under both ‘F’ and ‘N’. It was written in pencil.]

“The demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.” —1889