Long overdue...

Ugh. I struggled like hell with these. Still not happy with them. Anyway...

Moby Dick Twitterature

Extracts: Call me Leviathan. Looming depth. Sea god of love and death and sperm and blood.

1. I, exile. Seaborne vagabond, I wander in body and mind. I am worthy only of this and my own destruction.

2. In Coffin I find rest. My bed is with savagery and I discourse with my primal.

3. In homage to the gods of earth and stone I find peace, my savagery reconciled in a lover’s bed.

4. Whispers form a figure, gaunt and determined, grim and set upon this unholy pursuit of a looming god of even grimmer depths.

5. Ye demon, brave Satan consumed by hunger, yearning for vengeance. Stir my savagery and bid him pierce your albatross.

6. Blade meets passion. Allow me passage with this collection of queer and fierce vagabonds. Entropy shall be our vessel.

7. Your god is in the seas, demon. Your god is the seas. Give chase, cry havoc, and loose blood and steel rain.

8. We set upon the black waters in search of the ivory tower. To beach our vessel upon this behemoth, to force his tongue upon the bitter curse of our being.

9. All manner of man seeks this god. From this maelstrom we will birth a fury of iron will and cold crimson hate.

10. The dreaming leviathan sends madness to our Entropy. This young damnation, young salvation.

11. Splintered albatross reforged, the demon narrows his sights on the frigid waters. Muscles cry in steel agony as we redouble our chase.

12. Bring forth your blooded passion and cold hate. Birth true vengeance, bring it to bear upon your most holy goal.

13. Summon the storm. Fire and sky meet the steel of earth as we set upon that bright darkling god of the sea.

14. Others stir us forward, but we find no succor in company. No peace in shared tales of woe. There is only the chase that bids us forth.

15. The demon senses the god he seeks. Our chase begins in earnest, here we win our mettle.

16. This strange white god eludes us, I bite back remorse for my lost savagery, bearing only cold against this beast.

17. He dives and surfaces, a ghost beneath glass, what majesty brings this god from the depths? What majesty makes him?

18. All things tend towards Entropy. We meet our god.

19. Our Satan falls in god’s embrace. We are all lost in the great black belly of the foaming white sea.

20. I, Exile. Exile from depth, exile from death. I remain to speak a story unbidden.