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excuse me for the interuption
disembodied egg drop soup
I have sacrificed so much
for those boxy hips
the lightning rod on top of the weathervane
the rooster spins around
guarding the sky
an erection as the barn burns
late night calls for sex and not love
bruises on the inside
they only come out after dark
that is when you let your hair down
and recognize your weakness
this slow death with alcohol
and then the throwing of self
into trains
under buses
off bridges
they have two legs and arms
and a heart that has been surgically removed
no one plays with the broken toys
those that were left behind
they played with you too early
before Santa came and put you under the tree
the bright lights only scare you now
the broken hearted sob
of the expossed soul
the scares heal they say
the memories fade
you forget the tatse of blood in your mouth
the hard smack of the hand
I miss your atom bombs
I have seen the monster that is eating the world
we are hand to hand in an unfamilar resturant
I can't read the words on the menu
I just know it saying something about the pains of the sky
how the clouds feel her skin roughly
I am not so giddy any more
thse dreams are kept in a paper bag
next to my brother's old playboys
on a shelf in the basement
he doesn't read anymore
now that he gave his heart to Jesus
he thinks its Halloween every day
even on Sundays
I'm still trying to fnd a reason to live
my hedonistoc calculus comes up with nothng
balogna sandwiches on plain white bread
I can't find the mustard or my plain potato chips
your body is bent like Modigliani
curled at the bottom of insanity
you drank and toasted humanity
for all the bitches
trapped by your salvation
you are reading me the bible
in your underwear and wife-beater shirt
I'm sucking on your mustard stain
struggling with the schizoid substructure
we are in the moment
slithering in the primal ooze
it wasn't just about religion
a fight that is sexual
an easy target
a silly futile thing
this phrase upon my tongue
intrigued by your toys
the dream still vivid
we love the idea of there being a healing
that the past can be put to sleep
we want your wrongs to be taken away
to bind you in love and forgiveness
the way of speaking
making you another little girl
gone are your big girl dreams
and the strength that took you so long to grow
pulled out from the fertile ground
by your roots
it is like a trauma
withdraw and hide
head is heavy
I am tired and worn out from tracking the victim
wanting to make it alive again
in its death I can see your death
and maybe even my own
the past is full of shit
feeling the past as the present
the noise of the grinding wheels
they speak to me like no other
I will sit and listen for hours
making things up in my head
making the crooked straight
if that is even possible
painting me as a villian
not fitting the model in your fucking head
dealing with your unresolved emotions
it is magical how the words flow through your head
the secret cabal with assasinations
setting the sack of shit on fire
a petty move in the first place
contolled by my dynamic negative personality
taking the cult sign down off mt door
declaring me a prophet and priest
your head up your ass and spinning
declaring allegience to dramatic solutions
expending the suffering and grief
not giving the horror a face
a drop in the garbage can
one little tiny drip of the world of pain
playing the morron's game
the addiction of consumption
telling you what you should believe
dark circles under my eyes since I was fourteen
I am still writing down all my conversations with god
I recorded them and have to transcribe them
god keeps wanting to edit my writing
but, I told her that my writing is my own
no god or country can buy my soul
my spirit is not for sale to the union or the tea party
they want to put words in my mouth and thoughts in my head
she is trying to find her own voice
cutting firewood for the winter
it closes in like the darkness
she is waving at cars passing by
trying to get the weight ratio right
shaking off the dust of old times sake
your own form of anarchism
The throwing away
Why must it be a dappled shadow?
you want the pain to be just
to be equitable in some measure
wanting to make sense from the destruction
it is the way of the throwing away
the throwing off
it never makes sense
maybe at one time
in someone's turgid mind
but when we see everything in the light of day,
there is always something missing
don't ask why
just accept it as the way
tradition is a strong emperor
and blood is paid with blood
feeling the long cold rounded promise
I once forgot about the seeing
now, it seems an impossible thing to do
to forget
but, we do
we all do at one time or another
some out of habit and others out of necessity
I am not sure which is the cause
I can be dishonest to myself
like when I said that I wanted to kill you
it was not really you I wanted to kill
never before have I felt in such a way
it seemed impossible before
to consider such a thing
we are indoctrinated
believing in a preciousness
it is all lies
there is only destiny
I wanted to kill
A genius once lived here
were you aware?
I drove by this dusty corn town
many times in my hurry to somewhere else
I was not conscious
the car went its own way
knowing the way homne all by itself
could my heart feel the presence?
is there an afinity between souls
that can be felt?
even when the mind is full of ignorance?
I have learned to formulate questions
and not too many answers
just as he
and in my heart I can feel
I can hear a voice
a presence
guiding my fingers
as I feel the barbed
the insects working
I think his point was that we could find meaning
in obscure places
odd places that would never find significance
for anyone else, but only us
in that one specific point
in the selfish details of existence
and nonexistence
I had to walk away
making me see the beauty in the odd
She lifted up her skirt and said swizzle stick
She lifted up her skirt and said swizzle stick
everything that once was locked outside of my heart
comes rushing back in
a tiny army of lovers
marching up to my bedroom door
they are wearing tall black army boots
and the smile that god gave them
today is for lovemaking
and tomorrow is for the devil
then we will create scandals
we will behave like true rascals
fornicating and violating the semblance of reason
I could tell that you didn't think of me as a monster
when you killed me
the holy hand resting on your knee
shinning shoes for a nickle
giving them away on the offering plate
trading your wedding ring for a player piano
feeling the roundness of the truthisms
and reading from the books fo dogma
reciting the memorized lines
looking through an alternative universe at the glass ball
pointing out the stupidity
the need to have answers is not evidence of your god
it is a fucked up quirk of the human species
the need for answers comes from our stupidity
the names we use are arbitrary
five is just a true as four
I am amazed at how naively believe in this thing called truth
I have discovered that truth is only what you believe
only you can hold the truth
if you admitted to a plurality of truths,
then your truth would cease to exist
and you think you have this existence thing all worked out
you must admit that our truth has limits
our knowledge is limited
you never imagine that you could be wrong
we have boxed ourselves in with your words of philosophy
being a member of this tragic play
there has to be contradictions
deliberate deceptions
I am qualified to be your maker
to take you out of the oven and share you with the world
you want to be certain about the weak and the strong
to be certain about your death wish
planning out how you will be laid out in the coffin
dressed in your meat hat and sunglasses
you stole god's tapestry out of the blue chapel
I watch you sing with your poor irish voice
it's a struggle between the flats and the sharps
I like you better when you bend over and show me your boobs
taking you somewhere we can party
the fishnet stockings with the line up the back
and the orange outlines on your devil star
I am wrong and you are so god damned right
this is my justification for wanting more
pretending to be a feeling human being
you are just another meat eater pretending to be a flower
not understanding the concepts of life nor death
once the center of your own universe
your time is running out
sneaking up behind the free spirit
and bashing ot over the head
showing that brutal power wins over any ideology
you can believe anything if you have the power to enslave others
they are rotting fast in their sleep
accepting gifts from strangers
smoking our reefer on the coke machine
she asked what we were on
there is no one I can talk to
there is no one to hear it
no one can understand
they don't want to know about your private pain
they fall away from you
they get a lot of love
come close to me
obsessed with conspiracy
this guilt we throw on the shoulders of others
they have learned to breathe in the apathy
it permeates their lungs
and they crawl into a hole and die
I could always look my angels in the eyes
standing ten fight tall
with weapons of war
we are playing with the last days
everything that once was locked outside of my heart
comes rushing back in
a tiny army of lovers
marching up to my bedroom door
they are wearing tall black army boots
and the smile that god gave them
today is for lovemaking
and tomorrow is for the devil
then we will create scandals
we will behave like true rascals
fornicating and violating the semblance of reason
I could tell that you didn't think of me as a monster
when you killed me
the holy hand resting on your knee
shinning shoes for a nickle
giving them away on the offering plate
trading your wedding ring for a player piano
feeling the roundness of the truthisms
and reading from the books fo dogma
reciting the memorized lines
looking through an alternative universe at the glass ball
pointing out the stupidity
the need to have answers is not evidence of your god
it is a fucked up quirk of the human species
the need for answers comes from our stupidity
the names we use are arbitrary
five is just a true as four
I am amazed at how naively believe in this thing called truth
I have discovered that truth is only what you believe
only you can hold the truth
if you admitted to a plurality of truths,
then your truth would cease to exist
and you think you have this existence thing all worked out
you must admit that our truth has limits
our knowledge is limited
you never imagine that you could be wrong
we have boxed ourselves in with your words of philosophy
being a member of this tragic play
there has to be contradictions
deliberate deceptions
I am qualified to be your maker
to take you out of the oven and share you with the world
you want to be certain about the weak and the strong
to be certain about your death wish
planning out how you will be laid out in the coffin
dressed in your meat hat and sunglasses
you stole god's tapestry out of the blue chapel
I watch you sing with your poor irish voice
it's a struggle between the flats and the sharps
I like you better when you bend over and show me your boobs
taking you somewhere we can party
the fishnet stockings with the line up the back
and the orange outlines on your devil star
I am wrong and you are so god damned right
this is my justification for wanting more
pretending to be a feeling human being
you are just another meat eater pretending to be a flower
not understanding the concepts of life nor death
once the center of your own universe
your time is running out
sneaking up behind the free spirit
and bashing ot over the head
showing that brutal power wins over any ideology
you can believe anything if you have the power to enslave others
they are rotting fast in their sleep
accepting gifts from strangers
smoking our reefer on the coke machine
she asked what we were on
there is no one I can talk to
there is no one to hear it
no one can understand
they don't want to know about your private pain
they fall away from you
they get a lot of love
come close to me
obsessed with conspiracy
this guilt we throw on the shoulders of others
they have learned to breathe in the apathy
it permeates their lungs
and they crawl into a hole and die
I could always look my angels in the eyes
standing ten fight tall
with weapons of war
we are playing with the last days
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Lumpy Fossil
The Lumpy Fossil
you don't want to go behind my thoughts
the density of your life reduces into a cesspool
we are nailed to a plank
this obscene spiritual racket
drains the marrow from our bones
sprinkle your holy water over the explosives
I am an enemy of the human race
I am a variety of consequences
seeing only through my hostile eyes
making you into a problem
Where is the hot sky?
Fire, exhaustion, and noise
All girls drive faceless dreams
They grab big dusty thoughts
Roughly like faith and action
Exhaustion like a dry street
Courage is a small wind
With fists full of nothing
Smoking big city dope
Making a beeline for the riot
Sanctioned by the state
Details from the end of the year
We are now here
Dead like a tuna
Wave swiftly like a crow
I am disenchanted
And once again I give up the ghost
I am my own worst enemy
Between the real and unreal
Between two steel fists
Surrendering because of the struggle
Around me was failure
Bored me to tears
Blossomed at the mere sight of human misery
All the words of corruption are mine
And every wrong idea
she was a star
but now she is long dead
the fragment of clavicle will always remind me
though your thoughts are gone you still remain
you still speak to me
still move me
you are so much more than an influence
laying claim to that barren plot of earth
the flowers turn over in your fingers
but, this is not truly object
the eerie whiff of subjectivity
memories swelling up in my throat
you are gone like the professor's absolutes
I don't have a rational reason for waking the dead
I have an understanding of the fire
violating all the rules of existence
this is an absolute meaning horizon
reducing life to suffering
its an objective fact
I am manifesting movement
creating friction and emotion
you are my impact upon this world
destroying the world for my own purposes
you want some kind of qualification
this is not an accident
this is purposeful action
I am not asking questions
dissecting the human animal
killing as many as I want
fuck your traditions
this is for my own gratification
I searched for the heartbreak in your eyes
something urgent was driving you
a monster created from my movements
a brutal frenzy of cunt and cock
transformed by our cries of rage
trying to soothe the agitation
the loneliness of our bodies
I made plans two break you from your prison
to help with your escape
presenting you with a liberating frenzy
we were linked by our violent desires
staring hypnotically into the void
the darkness calling to us
asking us to kill once more
to fulfill our end of the bargain
the deal that was bartered for at the crossroads
where the spirits pass between two worlds
they have passed between us
an outburst of the superhuman
jerked and pumped by spinning wheels
an unbearable personal vision
the whirling dust of life
a coincidence of being and nothingness
your nude body torn away with joy
I read to you the articles about crime and violence
how the priest responded to the blade
he was stained with blood
the overlapping of piety and the obscene
aroused by my compulsive actions
an extraordinary hallucination
pulling you from the frail world
I gave her one of the biggest shots in my bag
selling her the same bag of dope
asking me what we need to do to save the world
talking in bullshit circles
the truth is bigger than you think
we need to evolve before we revolve
you can't assimilate me
I will resist you with everything that I have
going astray with procreation
you have nothing left to say
no more crimes to comity for god
you are a faithful reproduction
you are truth in your own right
they cannot impose their meanings upon you
intentionally distorted
the privileged being challenged and overturned
building the counterfeit world
it started when cain slew able
becoming a medley of ingredients
we feast upon the sacred hearts
they are crunchy and chewy
they go down easier with a little sauce
you are standing the snakes on their tails
intoxicated by your sensuous mouth
and polluted by a dead society
the torn ruins of the past
like savages lacking ambition
we are buying weed from the idiot
at the train station
he is standing on three legs
and making believe
we silently smoke his murder
occult hand signals
and secret treaties
between our rings of smoke
we are just matter doing crazy things
trying to reproduce ourselves
banging into your complex compounds
our reproductions are mutating and changing
these changes increase our ability to survive
consuming the weak around us
we require animation
consumption and reproduction
chasing down our food
and ripping it to pieces
with our big sharp teeth
making your grandmother proud
harvesting the energy of other lifeforms
developing certain reflexes
shooting away into the crowd
watch the lifeforms run
stealing their energy
it is a positive and negative attraction
I am spreading out my sensations
transmitting them to others
I am prolific in my destruction
upsetting your romantic notions
of how death operates
I was never given an owner's manual
with this life and death thing
I am the worst of the human race
spreading my seed everywhere
survival doesn't mean anything
all I have is this feeling mechanism
addicted to the feelings
I am happening
you don't want to go behind my thoughts
the density of your life reduces into a cesspool
we are nailed to a plank
this obscene spiritual racket
drains the marrow from our bones
sprinkle your holy water over the explosives
I am an enemy of the human race
I am a variety of consequences
seeing only through my hostile eyes
making you into a problem
Where is the hot sky?
Fire, exhaustion, and noise
All girls drive faceless dreams
They grab big dusty thoughts
Roughly like faith and action
Exhaustion like a dry street
Courage is a small wind
With fists full of nothing
Smoking big city dope
Making a beeline for the riot
Sanctioned by the state
Details from the end of the year
We are now here
Dead like a tuna
Wave swiftly like a crow
I am disenchanted
And once again I give up the ghost
I am my own worst enemy
Between the real and unreal
Between two steel fists
Surrendering because of the struggle
Around me was failure
Bored me to tears
Blossomed at the mere sight of human misery
All the words of corruption are mine
And every wrong idea
she was a star
but now she is long dead
the fragment of clavicle will always remind me
though your thoughts are gone you still remain
you still speak to me
still move me
you are so much more than an influence
laying claim to that barren plot of earth
the flowers turn over in your fingers
but, this is not truly object
the eerie whiff of subjectivity
memories swelling up in my throat
you are gone like the professor's absolutes
I don't have a rational reason for waking the dead
I have an understanding of the fire
violating all the rules of existence
this is an absolute meaning horizon
reducing life to suffering
its an objective fact
I am manifesting movement
creating friction and emotion
you are my impact upon this world
destroying the world for my own purposes
you want some kind of qualification
this is not an accident
this is purposeful action
I am not asking questions
dissecting the human animal
killing as many as I want
fuck your traditions
this is for my own gratification
I searched for the heartbreak in your eyes
something urgent was driving you
a monster created from my movements
a brutal frenzy of cunt and cock
transformed by our cries of rage
trying to soothe the agitation
the loneliness of our bodies
I made plans two break you from your prison
to help with your escape
presenting you with a liberating frenzy
we were linked by our violent desires
staring hypnotically into the void
the darkness calling to us
asking us to kill once more
to fulfill our end of the bargain
the deal that was bartered for at the crossroads
where the spirits pass between two worlds
they have passed between us
an outburst of the superhuman
jerked and pumped by spinning wheels
an unbearable personal vision
the whirling dust of life
a coincidence of being and nothingness
your nude body torn away with joy
I read to you the articles about crime and violence
how the priest responded to the blade
he was stained with blood
the overlapping of piety and the obscene
aroused by my compulsive actions
an extraordinary hallucination
pulling you from the frail world
I gave her one of the biggest shots in my bag
selling her the same bag of dope
asking me what we need to do to save the world
talking in bullshit circles
the truth is bigger than you think
we need to evolve before we revolve
you can't assimilate me
I will resist you with everything that I have
going astray with procreation
you have nothing left to say
no more crimes to comity for god
you are a faithful reproduction
you are truth in your own right
they cannot impose their meanings upon you
intentionally distorted
the privileged being challenged and overturned
building the counterfeit world
it started when cain slew able
becoming a medley of ingredients
we feast upon the sacred hearts
they are crunchy and chewy
they go down easier with a little sauce
you are standing the snakes on their tails
intoxicated by your sensuous mouth
and polluted by a dead society
the torn ruins of the past
like savages lacking ambition
we are buying weed from the idiot
at the train station
he is standing on three legs
and making believe
we silently smoke his murder
occult hand signals
and secret treaties
between our rings of smoke
we are just matter doing crazy things
trying to reproduce ourselves
banging into your complex compounds
our reproductions are mutating and changing
these changes increase our ability to survive
consuming the weak around us
we require animation
consumption and reproduction
chasing down our food
and ripping it to pieces
with our big sharp teeth
making your grandmother proud
harvesting the energy of other lifeforms
developing certain reflexes
shooting away into the crowd
watch the lifeforms run
stealing their energy
it is a positive and negative attraction
I am spreading out my sensations
transmitting them to others
I am prolific in my destruction
upsetting your romantic notions
of how death operates
I was never given an owner's manual
with this life and death thing
I am the worst of the human race
spreading my seed everywhere
survival doesn't mean anything
all I have is this feeling mechanism
addicted to the feelings
I am happening
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
corpuscle phenomenology
corpuscle phenomenology
you are a friend of my sorrow
chanting to the unhappy angels
playing your tune in the dark
not too young to choose
the subatomic particles of your despair
you only exist in your pain and torment
your heart pumping out the absence
surrendering yourself to the dirty nail
I disemboweled, chopped, sliced, and dissected everything in my path
I widened the road that traveled on
I moved obstacles out of your way
you are the cold meat that I put between two slices of bread
a machine with extraordinary plumbing
indulge me with your fascinating smile
I feed on your terror
imposing harm and death upon you
showing up to participate
finding me another victim
the next victim
serving number 142
the world revolves around their pain
a willing participant
walking off the deep end
like so many times before
imitating your nightmare
violence is acceptable
it is necessary
I am feeding upon your life
it is all apart of a game
signing you up for your day of doom
eventually your luck runs out
tiny little murders
thet are so small and insignificant
no one cares at all
stealing you from your bag of tradition
there are no excuses for you to continue
I will assimilate you
bring you into my flesh
absorbing you
I have done my best
to fuck everything up
I'm making this thing up as I go along
it wasn't an accident
there is no life without bullshit
we are all crafted little puppets
look me up in your elitist dictionary
digging up the bitch's bones
just for shits and giggles
my heart doesn't bleed for the slaughtered
get the fuck out of my way
I am a deviation from god
I am not really human
shooting my load
and slowly decompose
enduring it
experiencing it
a disposable organism
I am a parasite
living off of your hurt and suffering
committing a violence against the mind
Dexter in the corner
doing it with his DNA
flashing his cock at the grasshoppers
they want some hard flesh
Dexter wants a grasshopper with a glimmer of an explanation
there is no real possibility
I am creating more harm than good
multiplying more investment in harm
being poor and misunderstood
pity me as you bleed on the floor
I don't give a crap about anybody else
this is a chemical reaction
the perfect storm of bizare circumstance
I am chewing on your leg
this is going south fast
your savior is not showing up
you bleed out onto my floor
fuck, another mess to clean up
a whole host of human investigations
and the inventions of a cruel mind
you are becoming a part of an exclusive group
as I shit you out of my asshole
your mother is crying on the news
asking me to give you back
I am irresponsible and intellectually dishonest
what I have taken is mine
joining in with the village idiots
asking you to learn this on the fly
I am writing you a letter
it is full of venom and hatred
wrapping you in a burning flag
I'm standing over your kitchen sink
eating your leftovers
I am genrous in a false way
making stange grimaces
I am hip to the fool that hides inside you
outside my window it's all murder and mayhem
I conquered your thorny crown
and crossed the dead sea
with all my words and guns
and the strength of my muscles
they are a match for your arrogance
a playground for my voices
every morning there is blood in my eyes
as I piss out your memories
the night before is only an illusion
something that I don't want to remember
all the costs have been calculated
and you are coming up short
it is time to call in your markers
it is time to bend to my religion
to surrender up the soul
count the nails in your coffin
becoming dirt and sand
embracing the nothingness
you are gone
I put you in the van and drove away
There was a big smile on my face
I had won the prize
Now only hard work lay before me
Hard work is before us
The juice was pouring out of you
You tasted so good
Like melon, cantaloupe
I can still taste you on my tongue
Burying my face into your crotch
Sucking on your clit
If your hands weren’t tied, you would have grabbed by my head
And shoved my tongue deeper inside of you
You went into a prolonged orgasm
I felt the hot juice trickle onto my tongue
Sweet victory
I ran my hand up your wet cunt
Moving your ass in a frenzied action
I had all four fingers up your crotch
Stirring you like a witch’s brew
You snorting and twitching like a beast
Spasms and more spasms
You shook uncontrollably
When you stopped shaking you asked me if I was going to kill you
That made me pause
I never really thought about it
I sat there with my hand up your cunt
Thinking about whether I would kill you or not
A worried look on your face began to grow
It was as if you suddenly realized you were in danger
My silence made you afraid
You thought that I would kill you
You were certain of it
I told you no
That I had bigger plans for you
Great and mighty plans
You asked me to promise
I told you that I promised to never kill you
I told you that I would make you immortal
I would make you a god
I am in love with a monster
A very wicked monster
I transfer my germs into you
Your face is the picture of innocence
It is fate
I belong to you
Body and soul
Heart and liver
Delivering me to the arch angels
They will carry my body to heaven
Immaculate and untouched
Corruption cannot touch me
You knew that I would destroy everything
I am the end of time
I am the end of the world
I bring both life and death
We are involved in an ancient ritual
We bring life to the world
And kill the world when the moment seems right
you are a friend of my sorrow
chanting to the unhappy angels
playing your tune in the dark
not too young to choose
the subatomic particles of your despair
you only exist in your pain and torment
your heart pumping out the absence
surrendering yourself to the dirty nail
I disemboweled, chopped, sliced, and dissected everything in my path
I widened the road that traveled on
I moved obstacles out of your way
you are the cold meat that I put between two slices of bread
a machine with extraordinary plumbing
indulge me with your fascinating smile
I feed on your terror
imposing harm and death upon you
showing up to participate
finding me another victim
the next victim
serving number 142
the world revolves around their pain
a willing participant
walking off the deep end
like so many times before
imitating your nightmare
violence is acceptable
it is necessary
I am feeding upon your life
it is all apart of a game
signing you up for your day of doom
eventually your luck runs out
tiny little murders
thet are so small and insignificant
no one cares at all
stealing you from your bag of tradition
there are no excuses for you to continue
I will assimilate you
bring you into my flesh
absorbing you
I have done my best
to fuck everything up
I'm making this thing up as I go along
it wasn't an accident
there is no life without bullshit
we are all crafted little puppets
look me up in your elitist dictionary
digging up the bitch's bones
just for shits and giggles
my heart doesn't bleed for the slaughtered
get the fuck out of my way
I am a deviation from god
I am not really human
shooting my load
and slowly decompose
enduring it
experiencing it
a disposable organism
I am a parasite
living off of your hurt and suffering
committing a violence against the mind
Dexter in the corner
doing it with his DNA
flashing his cock at the grasshoppers
they want some hard flesh
Dexter wants a grasshopper with a glimmer of an explanation
there is no real possibility
I am creating more harm than good
multiplying more investment in harm
being poor and misunderstood
pity me as you bleed on the floor
I don't give a crap about anybody else
this is a chemical reaction
the perfect storm of bizare circumstance
I am chewing on your leg
this is going south fast
your savior is not showing up
you bleed out onto my floor
fuck, another mess to clean up
a whole host of human investigations
and the inventions of a cruel mind
you are becoming a part of an exclusive group
as I shit you out of my asshole
your mother is crying on the news
asking me to give you back
I am irresponsible and intellectually dishonest
what I have taken is mine
joining in with the village idiots
asking you to learn this on the fly
I am writing you a letter
it is full of venom and hatred
wrapping you in a burning flag
I'm standing over your kitchen sink
eating your leftovers
I am genrous in a false way
making stange grimaces
I am hip to the fool that hides inside you
outside my window it's all murder and mayhem
I conquered your thorny crown
and crossed the dead sea
with all my words and guns
and the strength of my muscles
they are a match for your arrogance
a playground for my voices
every morning there is blood in my eyes
as I piss out your memories
the night before is only an illusion
something that I don't want to remember
all the costs have been calculated
and you are coming up short
it is time to call in your markers
it is time to bend to my religion
to surrender up the soul
count the nails in your coffin
becoming dirt and sand
embracing the nothingness
you are gone
I put you in the van and drove away
There was a big smile on my face
I had won the prize
Now only hard work lay before me
Hard work is before us
The juice was pouring out of you
You tasted so good
Like melon, cantaloupe
I can still taste you on my tongue
Burying my face into your crotch
Sucking on your clit
If your hands weren’t tied, you would have grabbed by my head
And shoved my tongue deeper inside of you
You went into a prolonged orgasm
I felt the hot juice trickle onto my tongue
Sweet victory
I ran my hand up your wet cunt
Moving your ass in a frenzied action
I had all four fingers up your crotch
Stirring you like a witch’s brew
You snorting and twitching like a beast
Spasms and more spasms
You shook uncontrollably
When you stopped shaking you asked me if I was going to kill you
That made me pause
I never really thought about it
I sat there with my hand up your cunt
Thinking about whether I would kill you or not
A worried look on your face began to grow
It was as if you suddenly realized you were in danger
My silence made you afraid
You thought that I would kill you
You were certain of it
I told you no
That I had bigger plans for you
Great and mighty plans
You asked me to promise
I told you that I promised to never kill you
I told you that I would make you immortal
I would make you a god
I am in love with a monster
A very wicked monster
I transfer my germs into you
Your face is the picture of innocence
It is fate
I belong to you
Body and soul
Heart and liver
Delivering me to the arch angels
They will carry my body to heaven
Immaculate and untouched
Corruption cannot touch me
You knew that I would destroy everything
I am the end of time
I am the end of the world
I bring both life and death
We are involved in an ancient ritual
We bring life to the world
And kill the world when the moment seems right
Monday, November 14, 2011
bouncing respect off each other's faces
bouncing respect off each other's faces
I have wiped away every tear from your eyes
Each time I made you cry, I also provided you with mercy
I gave you both mercy and cruelty
Both pain and pleasure
I took you to the depths and to the heights
I have shown you great and small things
That which is above and that which is below
Hand in hand we have walked upon the face of the moon
You are a dancing Hindu goddess
Sprinkling blessings upon the earth
It seems that we always get what we need
Before we were drunk with the blood of the saints
Now we drink from the pure waters of god
Always hungry for the good things of life
You were fearful at first
But, then you grew accustomed to the routine
You embraced the daily ritual
I converted you so easily to my religion
Yes, a god must have blood
It is blood that I am missing
Several hours to kill before I dare venture out
Gazing vacantly at the opposite shore of my thoughts
Picking myself up and staggering off
Everything now makes so much sense
The grass seems greener and sky so blue
It is as if my senses have been enhanced
Everything is piqued by the revelation
I have crossed a void deeper than death
Stopping to light a cigarette
Watching the people walk past me
They don’t know
They are ignorant of the truth
Everyone blindly follows the rules
Even those who think they are breaking the rules
Follow along
Your rebellion is controlled and moderated
You put so much hope into small victories
Another win for your column
Wiping your greasy mouth
I do Pee Wee’s dance around the room
Everyone watches
They always do
So they will be on the dinner menu
Moooo
Continue to graze in the pasture
And dream your cow dreams
The butcher is coming
Hail the butcher
His knife is sharp
Ready to cut you down
I will save for you the choicest cuts
Can you sing that song for me again?
You know, the one that I love so much
Sing for me a few lines
I have given you so much
Perched above the crowd
Sitting on the top of a tall building
Watching
Ready to swoop down
Ready to attack
The weak trust in their safety
I enter the ballroom with you on my arm
The phantoms dance around you
They have dead eyes just like you
We have barred the exorcist from entering
He stands outside cursing his god
Between the drumbeats there is frenzy
We dance to the frenzy
The dance is perforated with frenzy
It seeps through the bullet holes
Dancing around the puddles of blood
I removed your eyes so you could see
You see into the astral plane
I have no regrets to live with
My crimes are the world’s victories
You are not on the floor
You are in my bed reading a book
A book on witchcraft
The way you look at me is magical
Running through burnt fields
They burned the fields to destroy the weeds
I am blotted out by your absence
Existence is such a temporary thing
I ask the other girls questions that they can’t answer
You have all the answers
You have never failed a test
Dancing a few rounds
The music takes us to faraway places
To jungle island
The water is a beautiful blue
The natives’ faces spread across the waters
They have wide mouths and eyes of blue
Spread apart and detached
They watch and stare
Bobbing up and down to the music
The girls are steaming
Impatient to wait their turn
My love can only go so far
I have wiped away every tear from your eyes
Each time I made you cry, I also provided you with mercy
I gave you both mercy and cruelty
Both pain and pleasure
I took you to the depths and to the heights
I have shown you great and small things
That which is above and that which is below
Hand in hand we have walked upon the face of the moon
You are a dancing Hindu goddess
Sprinkling blessings upon the earth
It seems that we always get what we need
Before we were drunk with the blood of the saints
Now we drink from the pure waters of god
Always hungry for the good things of life
You were fearful at first
But, then you grew accustomed to the routine
You embraced the daily ritual
I converted you so easily to my religion
Yes, a god must have blood
It is blood that I am missing
Several hours to kill before I dare venture out
Gazing vacantly at the opposite shore of my thoughts
Picking myself up and staggering off
Everything now makes so much sense
The grass seems greener and sky so blue
It is as if my senses have been enhanced
Everything is piqued by the revelation
I have crossed a void deeper than death
Stopping to light a cigarette
Watching the people walk past me
They don’t know
They are ignorant of the truth
Everyone blindly follows the rules
Even those who think they are breaking the rules
Follow along
Your rebellion is controlled and moderated
You put so much hope into small victories
Another win for your column
Wiping your greasy mouth
I do Pee Wee’s dance around the room
Everyone watches
They always do
So they will be on the dinner menu
Moooo
Continue to graze in the pasture
And dream your cow dreams
The butcher is coming
Hail the butcher
His knife is sharp
Ready to cut you down
I will save for you the choicest cuts
Can you sing that song for me again?
You know, the one that I love so much
Sing for me a few lines
I have given you so much
Perched above the crowd
Sitting on the top of a tall building
Watching
Ready to swoop down
Ready to attack
The weak trust in their safety
I enter the ballroom with you on my arm
The phantoms dance around you
They have dead eyes just like you
We have barred the exorcist from entering
He stands outside cursing his god
Between the drumbeats there is frenzy
We dance to the frenzy
The dance is perforated with frenzy
It seeps through the bullet holes
Dancing around the puddles of blood
I removed your eyes so you could see
You see into the astral plane
I have no regrets to live with
My crimes are the world’s victories
You are not on the floor
You are in my bed reading a book
A book on witchcraft
The way you look at me is magical
Running through burnt fields
They burned the fields to destroy the weeds
I am blotted out by your absence
Existence is such a temporary thing
I ask the other girls questions that they can’t answer
You have all the answers
You have never failed a test
Dancing a few rounds
The music takes us to faraway places
To jungle island
The water is a beautiful blue
The natives’ faces spread across the waters
They have wide mouths and eyes of blue
Spread apart and detached
They watch and stare
Bobbing up and down to the music
The girls are steaming
Impatient to wait their turn
My love can only go so far
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Palachuck has worn out his welcome
Palachuck has worn out his welcome
The one thing that is missing
Encouragement
Study it
And listen
To that small voice
Not just about love
Something you can hold on to
To grasp with both hands
And hold on tight
To make it your own
This lady is unlucky
Looking at me with snake eyes
That voice in your heart
Snapping back at me
Seeing yourself in every image
Pouring the bleach over your DNA
Burning your cell phone in the microwave
We have stolen all of the tapes
It is bred into your indulgences
Twisting your values into a rug
That I walk on
It holds the dirt from my shoes
While we fuck your therapist
She is on her hands and knees
Barking like a dog
She is a piece of shit
Maintaining her equality
Trying to understand your childhood
Your lack of penis envy
Packing a punch
Here is a hard on that can reach you
Moving the meat
I am an evil man
No more respect to shower on your sycophants
They are numberless
Unfeeling and full of remorse
Peeling back the membrane
Catching a whiff of immortality
Sending your children to school
Downloading the control
Learn to be a happy robot
Pacify yourself in front of your tv
Drink yourself to death
Fuck yourself to death
We will find another to take your place
There is always another to spread her legs
We have nothing but an abundance of stupidity
Someday we will have to eat the stupid
Thank god we have so many stupid people
I am sharpening my knives
Examining all the meat
That passes by me on the street
I wonder what this one will taste like
This one with hot sauce
This one with a little oregano
That one over there with barbeque sauce
How about we throw a little pussy on the grille?
Sear it on both sides
Squeeze a little lemon
Fabulous
Put this grilled snapper on your television show
Grilled snapper for everyone
With some black beans and rice
The sex is good for you
A hard man to pin down
Making a living off the losers in life
Fuck’em over real good
Making art out of their dysfunction
Confessing to the priest
About how they touch themselves
Counting all the holes in your arm
Making money from the damaged
Face it honey, you are damaged merchandise
It was evident when you fucked that fool
Fucking a fool only makes you a fool
Picking out fresh and alert observations
Justice is never done
Not in this world
You say everything all at once
Peddling your ass from door to door
Nobody believed in you
My little cock sucker
The secret is to believe
And I do
I believe in your tongue
I pray nightly to the roof of your mouth
You are in a world of your own
this nast world that you made with your own two hands
see how dirty your hands have become
I get down on my hands and kness
and lift up the rug
To get beneath it all
The dirt and the grime
Atomized and born again
Smoking with the angels
The angels love you
Taking the long road to the chapel
To dream on the back of the turtle’s shell
Praising you to the stars and the moon
Ringing the bells all night
I walk on two legs
Two legs for Jesus and Buddha
Two legs for Satan
The one thing that is missing
Encouragement
Study it
And listen
To that small voice
Not just about love
Something you can hold on to
To grasp with both hands
And hold on tight
To make it your own
This lady is unlucky
Looking at me with snake eyes
That voice in your heart
Snapping back at me
Seeing yourself in every image
Pouring the bleach over your DNA
Burning your cell phone in the microwave
We have stolen all of the tapes
It is bred into your indulgences
Twisting your values into a rug
That I walk on
It holds the dirt from my shoes
While we fuck your therapist
She is on her hands and knees
Barking like a dog
She is a piece of shit
Maintaining her equality
Trying to understand your childhood
Your lack of penis envy
Packing a punch
Here is a hard on that can reach you
Moving the meat
I am an evil man
No more respect to shower on your sycophants
They are numberless
Unfeeling and full of remorse
Peeling back the membrane
Catching a whiff of immortality
Sending your children to school
Downloading the control
Learn to be a happy robot
Pacify yourself in front of your tv
Drink yourself to death
Fuck yourself to death
We will find another to take your place
There is always another to spread her legs
We have nothing but an abundance of stupidity
Someday we will have to eat the stupid
Thank god we have so many stupid people
I am sharpening my knives
Examining all the meat
That passes by me on the street
I wonder what this one will taste like
This one with hot sauce
This one with a little oregano
That one over there with barbeque sauce
How about we throw a little pussy on the grille?
Sear it on both sides
Squeeze a little lemon
Fabulous
Put this grilled snapper on your television show
Grilled snapper for everyone
With some black beans and rice
The sex is good for you
A hard man to pin down
Making a living off the losers in life
Fuck’em over real good
Making art out of their dysfunction
Confessing to the priest
About how they touch themselves
Counting all the holes in your arm
Making money from the damaged
Face it honey, you are damaged merchandise
It was evident when you fucked that fool
Fucking a fool only makes you a fool
Picking out fresh and alert observations
Justice is never done
Not in this world
You say everything all at once
Peddling your ass from door to door
Nobody believed in you
My little cock sucker
The secret is to believe
And I do
I believe in your tongue
I pray nightly to the roof of your mouth
You are in a world of your own
this nast world that you made with your own two hands
see how dirty your hands have become
I get down on my hands and kness
and lift up the rug
To get beneath it all
The dirt and the grime
Atomized and born again
Smoking with the angels
The angels love you
Taking the long road to the chapel
To dream on the back of the turtle’s shell
Praising you to the stars and the moon
Ringing the bells all night
I walk on two legs
Two legs for Jesus and Buddha
Two legs for Satan
Friday, November 11, 2011
she made me do it
she made me do it
it was for the future of us
hearing great things
I still have the bruises
remembering fried-chicken bones
you are welcome
you are allowed
underneath the ominous mingling
a striped canvas with footrest and canopy
the vulgarity of rosy mirth
you want the night to end
just like clockwork
too dull to think
looking like London LSD
and smoking the egyptian mummy head
considering the irrigation to be ironic
the rooster fears the yellow earth
as such he does
with his many-handed body
cock a doodle do
breathing in the venumous odor
the living, breathing force of something natural
pastoral poems in the pumpkin patch
a pale clever orphan
drawing an invisible boundary between myself and others
touching the crotch
telling the story
thrown in jail with a wish list
too optimistic
and ashtray chelsea girl
jumping out my window
they all are jumping out my windows
one, two, three
I liked it so much
everyday lives
crazy antics
from this and from that
so unique and so over the top
totally spaced out
competitive girl
so sweet
crazy english
atheist church
reading japansese
one second, think
too late
not a peep
eight words away
motivated space
number ten in a series
the fool on the hill
sacred cow
anatomical kid
leaping lizards
we keep them in jars
finding the scapegoat
half kosher
convicted
slurp
and people are crying
no impact in my life
news flash
standing up
and running from the grave
I do not sleep
life is gray
mush is the posh
as they bend and somke the weed
I am not there
I can not bleed
I like it little
nothing crazy
you have to become an animal
we are eating your drugs
as they cook you up
you are made up
a creation of the drugs
when they leave you
then we will see
california
the challenge
all the books I have read
amazing blue
the dark horse saloon
eating pizza in kansas city
drinking all of your beer
the kids are rolling around on the bar floor
to be alligators
when a tiger won't do
half cocked
the public house
only a stolen god
a parasite
sensationalized carnality
I am puffing up my pride
hostile to life
and we burn your concepts of appropriation
walking away with another fool in my pocket
talking tradition
with my pineal gland
mystical states of misunderstanding
finally acheive the state of Alabama
working the cosmos
lead us hairt armpit
let go of the mechanistic view
spokane this weekend
opening my fly and taking a piss
a piss for freedom
it was for the future of us
hearing great things
I still have the bruises
remembering fried-chicken bones
you are welcome
you are allowed
underneath the ominous mingling
a striped canvas with footrest and canopy
the vulgarity of rosy mirth
you want the night to end
just like clockwork
too dull to think
looking like London LSD
and smoking the egyptian mummy head
considering the irrigation to be ironic
the rooster fears the yellow earth
as such he does
with his many-handed body
cock a doodle do
breathing in the venumous odor
the living, breathing force of something natural
pastoral poems in the pumpkin patch
a pale clever orphan
drawing an invisible boundary between myself and others
touching the crotch
telling the story
thrown in jail with a wish list
too optimistic
and ashtray chelsea girl
jumping out my window
they all are jumping out my windows
one, two, three
I liked it so much
everyday lives
crazy antics
from this and from that
so unique and so over the top
totally spaced out
competitive girl
so sweet
crazy english
atheist church
reading japansese
one second, think
too late
not a peep
eight words away
motivated space
number ten in a series
the fool on the hill
sacred cow
anatomical kid
leaping lizards
we keep them in jars
finding the scapegoat
half kosher
convicted
slurp
and people are crying
no impact in my life
news flash
standing up
and running from the grave
I do not sleep
life is gray
mush is the posh
as they bend and somke the weed
I am not there
I can not bleed
I like it little
nothing crazy
you have to become an animal
we are eating your drugs
as they cook you up
you are made up
a creation of the drugs
when they leave you
then we will see
california
the challenge
all the books I have read
amazing blue
the dark horse saloon
eating pizza in kansas city
drinking all of your beer
the kids are rolling around on the bar floor
to be alligators
when a tiger won't do
half cocked
the public house
only a stolen god
a parasite
sensationalized carnality
I am puffing up my pride
hostile to life
and we burn your concepts of appropriation
walking away with another fool in my pocket
talking tradition
with my pineal gland
mystical states of misunderstanding
finally acheive the state of Alabama
working the cosmos
lead us hairt armpit
let go of the mechanistic view
spokane this weekend
opening my fly and taking a piss
a piss for freedom
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
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