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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
apocalyptic deathfuck
apocalyptic deathfuck
Monsters were born with the angels
Mindful of how we deal with them
Assigning them a function
Living and breathing
An understanding through opposites
Don’t forget the people who connected you
The huge hairy man covered in blood
Like the others before you
A more radical transformation
Linked to the human soul
I began to imagine you without a soul
It became my mission, my project
To see if I could detach the soul from the human body
What would happen if I was successful?
I was convinced that the creation of the human soul was to blame
For limiting the power of the mind
When the human mind was not limited by the soul,
The mind was able to do many great things
Things that we would now assign to psychic abilities
The mind had been disfigured by the soul
The soul bound the mind into submission
Limiting its powers and abilities
I am questioning the soul’s distortion of the mind
It became my goal to unhinge the mind from its master
Monsters were born with the angels
Mindful of how we deal with them
Assigning them a function
Living and breathing
An understanding through opposites
Don’t forget the people who connected you
The huge hairy man covered in blood
Like the others before you
A more radical transformation
Linked to the human soul
I began to imagine you without a soul
It became my mission, my project
To see if I could detach the soul from the human body
What would happen if I was successful?
I was convinced that the creation of the human soul was to blame
For limiting the power of the mind
When the human mind was not limited by the soul,
The mind was able to do many great things
Things that we would now assign to psychic abilities
The mind had been disfigured by the soul
The soul bound the mind into submission
Limiting its powers and abilities
I am questioning the soul’s distortion of the mind
It became my goal to unhinge the mind from its master
Monday, November 7, 2011
The lunatic wit; perfect lips speaks truth
The lunatic wit; perfect lips speaks truth
We can assume a principle of equivalence
That we are all together under one burden
Sharing the blessings of the same shadow
Taking the form of individual emotional outbursts
By will or by force
We are the reactive zone
Everything drives toward the failure of the system
The old will be replaced by the new
A revolution in paradigms
There are too many unanswered questions
The foundation of the system is falling away
From the burden of its contradictions
Your soul both hates and loves
We must replace the hate with love
I hurt you because I love you
The logic of symbolic obligation
I have set a course of actions into force
I am now compelled to see their completion
Equilibrium between beings and things
The metaphysical beauty of ruined abstraction
Making the real coincide with the simulation
No longer measured against an instance
The curvature is no longer real
Toying with the falsehoods of creativity
Releasing the dragon into the world
To feed on the blood of the innocent
The symbolic nature of innocence
It is employed for an effect
For a purpose
To arouse those who sleep
To awaken them from their slumbers
An artificial resurrection
Reproduced for consumption
We imply a presence and then an absence
Searching for certainty
We desire the presence of absolutes in our lives
The soul provides us with absolutes
Sometimes the gods smile upon me
And I am able to harness the unorganized force
The focus becomes located
People become mesmerized
And things are let go of
They fall away
Drift off into the darkness
The capacity to transcend the limitations
It is nothing that I do
It just sweeps through the door
Just like a spirit
And things happen
People do odd things
People say odd things
Odd things happen
My guardian angels moving the stone
Away from my sepulcher
Pulling me away from this dreamy sleep
Devoted to the machinery
The secret inner workings of the machine
The intimate details
They are important to me
Progress comes through the making of many mistakes
There are no distinctions between the dead
The grave eliminates social class
I want crowds to hear my solitude
Together they cannot stop us
We are a dynamic duo
Fighting against those who believe
Removing the soul from the victim
We sever and remove the soul
And cook it in a fry pan
With some garlic and onions
The darkness swallows us
We have grown accustomed to it
Your fears have retreated
They no longer master you
We are reflections in a dark window
My love is greater
Than all the obstacles they place in front of me
To love in the first person
Not a thing that can reflect back on self
But the acting moving ego
The self that only knows love
The reflective self is evil
He stands back for the action
And justifies all things
Creates meaning out of nothing
Out of nonsense
Why did I kill?
Because I had to
Because of a greater purpose
Only god knows the reason why
It is not for me to question such things
See how evil?
This reflective self makes all things right
He covers the blood with a coating of self-importance
We can assume a principle of equivalence
That we are all together under one burden
Sharing the blessings of the same shadow
Taking the form of individual emotional outbursts
By will or by force
We are the reactive zone
Everything drives toward the failure of the system
The old will be replaced by the new
A revolution in paradigms
There are too many unanswered questions
The foundation of the system is falling away
From the burden of its contradictions
Your soul both hates and loves
We must replace the hate with love
I hurt you because I love you
The logic of symbolic obligation
I have set a course of actions into force
I am now compelled to see their completion
Equilibrium between beings and things
The metaphysical beauty of ruined abstraction
Making the real coincide with the simulation
No longer measured against an instance
The curvature is no longer real
Toying with the falsehoods of creativity
Releasing the dragon into the world
To feed on the blood of the innocent
The symbolic nature of innocence
It is employed for an effect
For a purpose
To arouse those who sleep
To awaken them from their slumbers
An artificial resurrection
Reproduced for consumption
We imply a presence and then an absence
Searching for certainty
We desire the presence of absolutes in our lives
The soul provides us with absolutes
Sometimes the gods smile upon me
And I am able to harness the unorganized force
The focus becomes located
People become mesmerized
And things are let go of
They fall away
Drift off into the darkness
The capacity to transcend the limitations
It is nothing that I do
It just sweeps through the door
Just like a spirit
And things happen
People do odd things
People say odd things
Odd things happen
My guardian angels moving the stone
Away from my sepulcher
Pulling me away from this dreamy sleep
Devoted to the machinery
The secret inner workings of the machine
The intimate details
They are important to me
Progress comes through the making of many mistakes
There are no distinctions between the dead
The grave eliminates social class
I want crowds to hear my solitude
Together they cannot stop us
We are a dynamic duo
Fighting against those who believe
Removing the soul from the victim
We sever and remove the soul
And cook it in a fry pan
With some garlic and onions
The darkness swallows us
We have grown accustomed to it
Your fears have retreated
They no longer master you
We are reflections in a dark window
My love is greater
Than all the obstacles they place in front of me
To love in the first person
Not a thing that can reflect back on self
But the acting moving ego
The self that only knows love
The reflective self is evil
He stands back for the action
And justifies all things
Creates meaning out of nothing
Out of nonsense
Why did I kill?
Because I had to
Because of a greater purpose
Only god knows the reason why
It is not for me to question such things
See how evil?
This reflective self makes all things right
He covers the blood with a coating of self-importance
Friday, November 4, 2011
We poured gasoline on him and Mona threw the match
We poured gasoline on him and Mona threw the match
I don’t beg for nothing
I take what I want
And when I’m done, I throw it away
We live in a plastic society
We have grown accustomed to the decay
The stench rises up to heaven
And god is puking on us all
God’s vomit is everywhere
Sick twisted fuckers
I see them everywhere
They have no purpose
Except to feed on the sheep
The sheep can’t see them coming
They are blindsided
Sucker punched
Dropped to their knees
Begging for mercy
These predators know nothing of mercy
They see me watching them
And they smile at me
They know that I am a super predator
And that they should show me respect
They keep a safe distance from me
Am I that transparent?
Can they see right through me?
They know that I would just as easily kill them as anyone else
It makes no difference to me
A kill is a kill
Blood is blood
Flesh is flesh
Everyone is a victim
Someday they will catch me
I will grow weak and stupid
And society will put me to sleep
I better get mine while the getting is good
It is so good
They are prime for the taking
Sweet ripe meat
They are everywhere
Begging for me to snatch them up
And eat them
They are so wet when I touch them
The fear makes them hot
I am indebted to them
They contributed directly and indirectly to this work
These debts are registered in these pages
Their sacrifice is not forgotten
Opportunities for the fools to speculate
To see the results of the accident
Feeling apart of the blood
Private desire and public fantasy
They want to be me
Except for their lack of spine
Removed by the soul at birth
They have been conditioned into being weak pathetic animals
They want to see the point of impact
Measure the diameter
Feel with their fingers
A fascination with the torn and wounded
They made me possible
I grew out of their dreams
Their desire to step into the darkness
I provide for them a source for atrocities
Stories that they share with each other
To keep their boundaries
I live outside of their rules
I am not a part of their culture
I represent the outside
The wasteland
That forbidden place
Secure in our violence and intimacy
There is nothing left for us to deploy
The missiles have been scraped
For tokens
To be played in children’s games
We watch them jump up and down
As the buzzers sound and the lights flash
This world is ridiculous
I had an orgasm on highway 218
Near the Waverly exit
The cows watch with expressionless eyes
We pretend they are humans
Cheering us on
Applauding for the show
We tell them that we have been booked for a return appearance
Expanding and shifting the focus
Dynamic conditions suffusing the institutional apparatus
Carried on in the material forms of life
To preserve a critical focus
It is I who is being called
With tooth and nail
Clawing my way back to the preindustrial
Invoking an ideology
We have no history
They will erase us from the books
Exactly like the dream
Gone forever in the morning light
Frustrating progress
Our reference is profane reason
Cultivating a sharp awareness
Legitimized by our own thinking
Lawlessness seems to lie at the very source
The source is where you want to return
It is a recurring hiccup
You reach the limit and find yourself compelled
To dismantle the world that once was
Dancing with the gods of bloody knives
Always a promise and a possibility
Together, hand in hand
Stepping off into the darkness of the abyss
Making Aleister so proud
Barking at the moon so loud and proud
Speaking of there being two sources
Always remaining irreducible
The abyss and the volcano
No longer supported by the charm of living
The contemporary partner of globalization
Forcefully assimilating them
They died because of singularity
The focus of a single purpose
Exterminating all our values
I believe in the ideal of purpose
They reach the minimal value
Their weakest expression
A constant homogenization
Not just accidental consequences
Outside the official morality
In the fragments of the broken
We find something more radical
Eradicating all forms of differentiation
Without the presence to cradle them
Replaced by screens, networks, and numbers
A distance that removes us from discovery
Opening the door to another form
We live in a world of shadows
Imitating the forms
They could not escape the fatal
Free from our former enemies
There is no need to create enemies from within
It is a violence that puts an end to the need for more violence
Once you have been freed from your soul
There is no more need for violence
Except to help others along the path
To turn them into enlightened ones
Even against their will
That is true power
To make the weak strong
Even when they prefer to be weak
I don’t beg for nothing
I take what I want
And when I’m done, I throw it away
We live in a plastic society
We have grown accustomed to the decay
The stench rises up to heaven
And god is puking on us all
God’s vomit is everywhere
Sick twisted fuckers
I see them everywhere
They have no purpose
Except to feed on the sheep
The sheep can’t see them coming
They are blindsided
Sucker punched
Dropped to their knees
Begging for mercy
These predators know nothing of mercy
They see me watching them
And they smile at me
They know that I am a super predator
And that they should show me respect
They keep a safe distance from me
Am I that transparent?
Can they see right through me?
They know that I would just as easily kill them as anyone else
It makes no difference to me
A kill is a kill
Blood is blood
Flesh is flesh
Everyone is a victim
Someday they will catch me
I will grow weak and stupid
And society will put me to sleep
I better get mine while the getting is good
It is so good
They are prime for the taking
Sweet ripe meat
They are everywhere
Begging for me to snatch them up
And eat them
They are so wet when I touch them
The fear makes them hot
I am indebted to them
They contributed directly and indirectly to this work
These debts are registered in these pages
Their sacrifice is not forgotten
Opportunities for the fools to speculate
To see the results of the accident
Feeling apart of the blood
Private desire and public fantasy
They want to be me
Except for their lack of spine
Removed by the soul at birth
They have been conditioned into being weak pathetic animals
They want to see the point of impact
Measure the diameter
Feel with their fingers
A fascination with the torn and wounded
They made me possible
I grew out of their dreams
Their desire to step into the darkness
I provide for them a source for atrocities
Stories that they share with each other
To keep their boundaries
I live outside of their rules
I am not a part of their culture
I represent the outside
The wasteland
That forbidden place
Secure in our violence and intimacy
There is nothing left for us to deploy
The missiles have been scraped
For tokens
To be played in children’s games
We watch them jump up and down
As the buzzers sound and the lights flash
This world is ridiculous
I had an orgasm on highway 218
Near the Waverly exit
The cows watch with expressionless eyes
We pretend they are humans
Cheering us on
Applauding for the show
We tell them that we have been booked for a return appearance
Expanding and shifting the focus
Dynamic conditions suffusing the institutional apparatus
Carried on in the material forms of life
To preserve a critical focus
It is I who is being called
With tooth and nail
Clawing my way back to the preindustrial
Invoking an ideology
We have no history
They will erase us from the books
Exactly like the dream
Gone forever in the morning light
Frustrating progress
Our reference is profane reason
Cultivating a sharp awareness
Legitimized by our own thinking
Lawlessness seems to lie at the very source
The source is where you want to return
It is a recurring hiccup
You reach the limit and find yourself compelled
To dismantle the world that once was
Dancing with the gods of bloody knives
Always a promise and a possibility
Together, hand in hand
Stepping off into the darkness of the abyss
Making Aleister so proud
Barking at the moon so loud and proud
Speaking of there being two sources
Always remaining irreducible
The abyss and the volcano
No longer supported by the charm of living
The contemporary partner of globalization
Forcefully assimilating them
They died because of singularity
The focus of a single purpose
Exterminating all our values
I believe in the ideal of purpose
They reach the minimal value
Their weakest expression
A constant homogenization
Not just accidental consequences
Outside the official morality
In the fragments of the broken
We find something more radical
Eradicating all forms of differentiation
Without the presence to cradle them
Replaced by screens, networks, and numbers
A distance that removes us from discovery
Opening the door to another form
We live in a world of shadows
Imitating the forms
They could not escape the fatal
Free from our former enemies
There is no need to create enemies from within
It is a violence that puts an end to the need for more violence
Once you have been freed from your soul
There is no more need for violence
Except to help others along the path
To turn them into enlightened ones
Even against their will
That is true power
To make the weak strong
Even when they prefer to be weak
Thursday, November 3, 2011
She would be called Peggy
She would be called Peggy
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Sextus Propertius
The principle of my idea
Put into action
My beliefs are a barbed whip
That burns your flesh
With each and every strike
I have learned to get the most effective power
Out of a simple movement
Economy of force
To deliver your pain
Reflecting it in your substance
Dragging along with us the shreds of the famous
Always in an exceptional situation
I have rediscovered the allure
A new beginning
You will mobilize the masses
You will set the streets on fire
The politicians will hang at every street corner
We will be free from the oppressors
Discovering yourself
In the rule of rules
And the old expectations
Raising the ghost
Once only a promise
Obedient to a law outside itself
A need that required being satisfied
Regardless of the rules of society
Ignorant of the whims of power
Purely an animalistic need
Expressing itself in the most purest form
A simple act of obedience to self
The only law is to obey yourself
Do what you will
Make your will appear in the material realms
I moved mountains to move your heart
To set it beating again
your false claim for being
erasing that which makes you distinctive
dissolving into a resemblance
discovering the lure of the false
you are what the camera sees
existing only in the framed reference
when I burn your photo, you are gone
turned to curled up ashes
blown, you topple over the ashtray
and fall to the floor
a ghostly idol adored by worshipers
the artifice of the duplicitous
your witch in a Porsche
Camus on the night stand
he is talking to strangers
who can't weep for their dead mothers
you find it hard to instruct us
in your art of expression
that uncomfortable something between your legs
fingering it with intensity
braille on your fingertips
your gonads abstracting too much
it is a hard dose of penicillin
that we need right now
not maps of targets
and known unknowns
I fish your false teeth out of your cup
and try them on for size
I am ready to catch me a catfish
my pole is made of hickory
and I have 30 pound test line
my camera tucked under my arm
it is strictly catch and release
searching for that empty dorsal
Pablo from Toledo
with his self-reflective art
trying to emulate
a Witby goth weekend
selling your unmade animations
composing interpretations
Mona moans and groans
gratuitous sex
fucking her with a swamp tree
we were stranded in Dc
watching the Superbowl
and Janet's empty nipple
she followed me back to my room
tightly gripping the arms of the chair
as we went down
a love scene from a 70s movie
she is a body modification
cutting out the boxtops
a bundle of burning storm
she is about the moment
with her pants around her ankles
polluted with immune thought
chewing on the bone
she taught me about the conjugated verb
her sisters talking about her nose ring
they laugh at your multidimensional
altered by the abused flesh
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Sextus Propertius
The principle of my idea
Put into action
My beliefs are a barbed whip
That burns your flesh
With each and every strike
I have learned to get the most effective power
Out of a simple movement
Economy of force
To deliver your pain
Reflecting it in your substance
Dragging along with us the shreds of the famous
Always in an exceptional situation
I have rediscovered the allure
A new beginning
You will mobilize the masses
You will set the streets on fire
The politicians will hang at every street corner
We will be free from the oppressors
Discovering yourself
In the rule of rules
And the old expectations
Raising the ghost
Once only a promise
Obedient to a law outside itself
A need that required being satisfied
Regardless of the rules of society
Ignorant of the whims of power
Purely an animalistic need
Expressing itself in the most purest form
A simple act of obedience to self
The only law is to obey yourself
Do what you will
Make your will appear in the material realms
I moved mountains to move your heart
To set it beating again
your false claim for being
erasing that which makes you distinctive
dissolving into a resemblance
discovering the lure of the false
you are what the camera sees
existing only in the framed reference
when I burn your photo, you are gone
turned to curled up ashes
blown, you topple over the ashtray
and fall to the floor
a ghostly idol adored by worshipers
the artifice of the duplicitous
your witch in a Porsche
Camus on the night stand
he is talking to strangers
who can't weep for their dead mothers
you find it hard to instruct us
in your art of expression
that uncomfortable something between your legs
fingering it with intensity
braille on your fingertips
your gonads abstracting too much
it is a hard dose of penicillin
that we need right now
not maps of targets
and known unknowns
I fish your false teeth out of your cup
and try them on for size
I am ready to catch me a catfish
my pole is made of hickory
and I have 30 pound test line
my camera tucked under my arm
it is strictly catch and release
searching for that empty dorsal
Pablo from Toledo
with his self-reflective art
trying to emulate
a Witby goth weekend
selling your unmade animations
composing interpretations
Mona moans and groans
gratuitous sex
fucking her with a swamp tree
we were stranded in Dc
watching the Superbowl
and Janet's empty nipple
she followed me back to my room
tightly gripping the arms of the chair
as we went down
a love scene from a 70s movie
she is a body modification
cutting out the boxtops
a bundle of burning storm
she is about the moment
with her pants around her ankles
polluted with immune thought
chewing on the bone
she taught me about the conjugated verb
her sisters talking about her nose ring
they laugh at your multidimensional
altered by the abused flesh
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Kill them all and eat them all
Kill them all and eat them all
A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.
Nikos Kazantzakis
there is this urge to destroy something
to smash this normal world into bits
shocking them out of their slumber
pushing them over the edge
watching them fall
watching my shadow fall
it jumps over the edge
and floats peacefully down
unscathed
blanking out with the gun in my hand
I can remember a distant sound
like far off thunder
it was ringing in my ears
tossing it all away
dancing along with no meaning
there is never a time when the words could mean more
you thought it might be possible
but, that is the futility of hope
everything dies
even your hopes
in a flash
in an instant
it all goes up in smoke
driving your chevelle over the cliff
with a bullet riddled body in the trunk
pushing myself to the furthest edge of awareness
it all becomes so very clear
in that moment of death
running into the friction
things disappearing
flags that appear to be moving
what I thought about the situation was never considered
everything that happened, did so almost on its own
I followed after my impulses
without questioning their source
they pulled me along
and I provided no resistance
I allowed them to flow through me
freely
it was as if I did not exist
as if I had never been born
the question of why, never existed
I never was
I was invisible
without a body
they could see you
but not me
I was not there
I watched them speaking
they were beautiful
so very beautiful
I never saw such beautiful creatures ever before
they were goddesses that came down from heaven
I watched their lips move
not understanding their words
there words were not for me
they were only for you
that is when the shadow crept over me
when evil entered into my heart
it was then that I realized that the gods could not see me
that this world of faith and belief did not apply to me
I was exempt from believing
I don't know if it was something I was born with
sort of like a destiny
or did it specificallt happen at that moment
that the spark of rebellion grew inside me
specificaly on that day
what if I had never been there?
what if I did have that experience?
would it have happened someother way?
or would I have been just like all the others
never seeing the ignorance that we wade in?
but, I do see the ignorance
I do see the futility of your beliefs
there is no reason for us to go on
dancing with the irish catholic girl
her sweatpants say New York
she sticks her belly out
spin for me Kira
on your white gym socks
on your mother's kitchen floor
I like you better far away
for our first date, I took you to the landfill
in the future their will be only urinals
miles and miles of urinals
one connected to another
my irish catholic girl want to know why
questions about why were never covered in the introductory course
the first thing I ate was her peach
she could always be liek a slice of strawberry pie
at least in my mind
in my memory
a blue table
a blue lamp
all the pieces that don't add up
this room is you
I made it for you
to be your home away from home
I made it for you before the beginning of time
it was preordained by me
I made it so
I made all things possible
all you had to do was believe in me
and you do
don't you?
you can't help yourself but believe
embedded in your DNA
that belief spiral
it has wrapped iteself around your spine
everyone cries for you
everyone dies for you
I cannot be your shadow anymore
I have to live my own life now
the task is to find love or die
those are the words that I couldn't hear
the words of the goddesses
A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.
Nikos Kazantzakis
there is this urge to destroy something
to smash this normal world into bits
shocking them out of their slumber
pushing them over the edge
watching them fall
watching my shadow fall
it jumps over the edge
and floats peacefully down
unscathed
blanking out with the gun in my hand
I can remember a distant sound
like far off thunder
it was ringing in my ears
tossing it all away
dancing along with no meaning
there is never a time when the words could mean more
you thought it might be possible
but, that is the futility of hope
everything dies
even your hopes
in a flash
in an instant
it all goes up in smoke
driving your chevelle over the cliff
with a bullet riddled body in the trunk
pushing myself to the furthest edge of awareness
it all becomes so very clear
in that moment of death
running into the friction
things disappearing
flags that appear to be moving
what I thought about the situation was never considered
everything that happened, did so almost on its own
I followed after my impulses
without questioning their source
they pulled me along
and I provided no resistance
I allowed them to flow through me
freely
it was as if I did not exist
as if I had never been born
the question of why, never existed
I never was
I was invisible
without a body
they could see you
but not me
I was not there
I watched them speaking
they were beautiful
so very beautiful
I never saw such beautiful creatures ever before
they were goddesses that came down from heaven
I watched their lips move
not understanding their words
there words were not for me
they were only for you
that is when the shadow crept over me
when evil entered into my heart
it was then that I realized that the gods could not see me
that this world of faith and belief did not apply to me
I was exempt from believing
I don't know if it was something I was born with
sort of like a destiny
or did it specificallt happen at that moment
that the spark of rebellion grew inside me
specificaly on that day
what if I had never been there?
what if I did have that experience?
would it have happened someother way?
or would I have been just like all the others
never seeing the ignorance that we wade in?
but, I do see the ignorance
I do see the futility of your beliefs
there is no reason for us to go on
dancing with the irish catholic girl
her sweatpants say New York
she sticks her belly out
spin for me Kira
on your white gym socks
on your mother's kitchen floor
I like you better far away
for our first date, I took you to the landfill
in the future their will be only urinals
miles and miles of urinals
one connected to another
my irish catholic girl want to know why
questions about why were never covered in the introductory course
the first thing I ate was her peach
she could always be liek a slice of strawberry pie
at least in my mind
in my memory
a blue table
a blue lamp
all the pieces that don't add up
this room is you
I made it for you
to be your home away from home
I made it for you before the beginning of time
it was preordained by me
I made it so
I made all things possible
all you had to do was believe in me
and you do
don't you?
you can't help yourself but believe
embedded in your DNA
that belief spiral
it has wrapped iteself around your spine
everyone cries for you
everyone dies for you
I cannot be your shadow anymore
I have to live my own life now
the task is to find love or die
those are the words that I couldn't hear
the words of the goddesses
the Day I sold my soul
the Day I sold my soul
you see it in your mind
things that you no longer need
being back in the moment
a wonderful gift
falling in love as often as possible
as many times as you want
you say that you can open it for me
sawing open my heart
it is unfair to be the other
the dark room in your heart
shutting me out
I am the only one
can't you see me
you were trained to fight against me
so many opportunities to embrace me
giving it to no one else
the everlasting you
I power you up
and you are charged
your eyes are open and not closed
the skeletons hang from your eyes
weeping with the stars
they are lost in your words
this is not romance
this is a transaction between time and space
your heart cut into many pieces
the words that you don't believe
they explode in your universe
creating new worlds for you to disbelieve in
another inspired space
you are good for my red blood cells
manifesting my seed
pulling forth my good and band energies
I am choosing my own path
taking it slow
an open heart and an open mind
this is what I have become
I am earth and fire
the light in your smile
this is not supposed to be fair
no one told you that you could win
I have made you small
teaching you to crawl
to live inside your hurt
we all hurt and bleed
and I bleed for you
with my divided heart
my strength is for you to use
make me small like you
together we are lost
like angelic things
we posses our own individual love
the peace that you provide
deceived by your soothing voice
carrying the wounds to the store
with this pain you buy the strange
to ease your burden
I have closed my heart
I have closed my eyes
and given up
not wanting to go away
closing my voice with hate
I am not your savior
this is not your mercy
this is my broken face
muttering in your line
your dirty place from home
getting me in trouble
taking my chance
haunting us
I know the wanting
I have seen all things crushed
that something between us
is it honesty?
there is no control
not with our grasp
holding the devil's hand
this could be right
you could be wrong
with your lucky heart
warming yourself in my darkness
I am alive
I am the river
come and hide with me
in the crowd of normalcy
they will never find us in the normal
we can pretend to be like them
pretending to be sheep
when we are wolves
dancing with the fallen angels
dissolving into the nothing
see how the words bring anger
they pierce my side like a speer
water mixed with blood
is this peace and joy?
is this understanding?
I have seen what is inside
summoning the spirit
I crawl into the wall
this hole is my place in this world
there is no conqueror for this madness
I am a festering sorrow
that cannot hold the echo
bitter is your fear
learning to be still
the whisper
there are no more connections
trapped in the flow
no direction to our hearts
we are alone
sitting with our desire
the only thing we know
to bury the word in your heart
it knows me
say the word
and I will broadcast my ego
being unethical
and dissecting your happiness
it comes from the badness
wrapped up in the obsession
I will rip this planet from existence
putting the heart in me
this is not a guess
this is certainty
you see it in your mind
things that you no longer need
being back in the moment
a wonderful gift
falling in love as often as possible
as many times as you want
you say that you can open it for me
sawing open my heart
it is unfair to be the other
the dark room in your heart
shutting me out
I am the only one
can't you see me
you were trained to fight against me
so many opportunities to embrace me
giving it to no one else
the everlasting you
I power you up
and you are charged
your eyes are open and not closed
the skeletons hang from your eyes
weeping with the stars
they are lost in your words
this is not romance
this is a transaction between time and space
your heart cut into many pieces
the words that you don't believe
they explode in your universe
creating new worlds for you to disbelieve in
another inspired space
you are good for my red blood cells
manifesting my seed
pulling forth my good and band energies
I am choosing my own path
taking it slow
an open heart and an open mind
this is what I have become
I am earth and fire
the light in your smile
this is not supposed to be fair
no one told you that you could win
I have made you small
teaching you to crawl
to live inside your hurt
we all hurt and bleed
and I bleed for you
with my divided heart
my strength is for you to use
make me small like you
together we are lost
like angelic things
we posses our own individual love
the peace that you provide
deceived by your soothing voice
carrying the wounds to the store
with this pain you buy the strange
to ease your burden
I have closed my heart
I have closed my eyes
and given up
not wanting to go away
closing my voice with hate
I am not your savior
this is not your mercy
this is my broken face
muttering in your line
your dirty place from home
getting me in trouble
taking my chance
haunting us
I know the wanting
I have seen all things crushed
that something between us
is it honesty?
there is no control
not with our grasp
holding the devil's hand
this could be right
you could be wrong
with your lucky heart
warming yourself in my darkness
I am alive
I am the river
come and hide with me
in the crowd of normalcy
they will never find us in the normal
we can pretend to be like them
pretending to be sheep
when we are wolves
dancing with the fallen angels
dissolving into the nothing
see how the words bring anger
they pierce my side like a speer
water mixed with blood
is this peace and joy?
is this understanding?
I have seen what is inside
summoning the spirit
I crawl into the wall
this hole is my place in this world
there is no conqueror for this madness
I am a festering sorrow
that cannot hold the echo
bitter is your fear
learning to be still
the whisper
there are no more connections
trapped in the flow
no direction to our hearts
we are alone
sitting with our desire
the only thing we know
to bury the word in your heart
it knows me
say the word
and I will broadcast my ego
being unethical
and dissecting your happiness
it comes from the badness
wrapped up in the obsession
I will rip this planet from existence
putting the heart in me
this is not a guess
this is certainty
Clumsy Hands and Stupid Booty
Clumsy Hands and Stupid Booty
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.
Logan P. Smith
my temples lie in ruins
I have slain all of the priests
we boiled their blood into pudding
I have driven their spirits into the ground
their heads impaled upon tall poles
their heads rattle against each other in a strong wind
let us pray for a strong wind
a strong and evil wind
they were unaware of the complexity of my nature
thinking they had identified my true self
they wanted to put me in chains
to hold me back
push me down into their hole
make me one of them
I closed my eyes
and the demon overtook me
we were tethered to each other
with a six foot leather strap
snorting blue buster chemicals up our noses
I'm thinking about fist fucking Rose
she always enjoyed a good fist fuck
it's the only reason she buys Crisco
Crisco and narcissism on her shopping list
wrapping her self importance in a brown paper bag
so she can walk on the street with it
living hand to mouth
shooting for the fucking moon
knowing that there will never be a payoff in the end
it's not what you did in the past
it's all about what's happening now
spraying poetry on street curbs
worrying about tomorrow
GO-go dreams with Iggy Pop sunglasses
when you walk towards me
I can feel the sex in your veins
where did you eat it baby?
that spell making kit?
was it from the cop down the corner?
I saw you buying it after nine
dressed like serpent
and walking that walk you do
when the wolf howls inside of you
when you do, you make all my wrongs right
I don't hate nobody
I loves me everyone
to death and beyond
you are always shifting and wavering
like a love that has been thrown against a wall
any wall and every wall
always running away from the hurt
and packing a punch
with a positive attraction
your full lips wavering
the slim lines of futility
I could tell that you had harbored a criminal before
you knew all the right ingredients
and each and every turn
still seeking for your lost self-confidence
a front is still a front
no matter how practiced and polished
I know what you did
that you somehow have changed
once again adapting to your environment
stepping into the shadows
and shedding your skin
you stole his body
and learned to reflect the light
you lived among them as an imposter
and they never knew
less than a pure idea
the form you take is really only illusion
the chaos seeps in under the door
comes in through the cracks in the window
everything is porous
we mix and blend with the other atoms in the room
you could be arrested for participating in the big conspiracy
you know the score
you knew it from the beginning
that life and death were at your fingertips
clawing away at your imperfection
your perfection wanting to swallow it all
make the arbitrary disappear
blind to your instinctual drives
like the chrome on my bumper
reflecting everyone who looks into you
I'm not your hero
never count on me being there
when you need me
I'm just here to apply the pressure
to turn up the heat
putting you back into your little box
keeping you safe from the dangerous creatures
they want to be here
so I let them count my thumbs
they know several thousand was to fail
I'm just trying to be myself in this plastic world
reeling from the myth that is you
like the gravel being crushed under the tire
the sound of the cosmic void
ringing in my ears
I can hear the end coming
I can feel it in my heart
it is slow and unrelenting
like a glacier moving a quarter of an inch at a time
some have an inkling or a premonition
of the coming attractions
either they don't want to believe
or are afraid to face the full frontal effect
maybe they prefer not to make a fuss
they know that they can't do a damn thing about it
not me, I'm happy playing the mean roles
if you want it given to you directly
then I'm your guy
I'm not going to sugar coat it for you
give you the straight shit
never pulling any punches
but, don't put your trust in me
don't think of me as a friend
that would be a fatal flaw
as soon as you turn your back
I will be on you
with a butcher knife
hacking you into little pieces
I don't stop until I'm covered in your blood
from head to toe
I like it that way
pure and simple
and honest
I have mixed your DNA with the DNa of a jackal
I have implanted you mind with false memories
obsession, oppression, overpopulation, and pornography
you are worried about paying the rent
incest, injustice, and gangland murders
afraid to look out your windows
or walk down your streets
ignorance, immigration, intolerance
you are surrounded by your fears
there is always some unknown evil out to get you
gambling, rape, and self-esteem
self-consciousness, self-image, self-harm
suicide, violence, war
this is not a chance happening
it is a chemical reaction
that happens millions times a day
you can look out your window and see it happening
this is not my imagination
this is not my hope
what I hope has nothing to do with it
I'm still sharing the demons in my life
giving you my image of the world
where all hopes have been dashed
everything is going ugly
crashing against the wall
its the universe sending you a message
we are doing voodoo
creating a carnival freak show
and you are the star attraction
my beautiful freakazoid
go ahead and burn your bridges
leave everyone behind
with a knife in their backs
no one is interested in your survival
they have had enough of your wishful thinking
no one is buying your sales pitch on utopia
there never will be a revolution
until you change your heart
until you strip your words of all the bullshit
stop trying to be our savior
we don't need a guru
we thought you were a friend
but all you are interested in is your next hit
your next score
trying to find another number
that will send you to heaven
you have used up all all resources
burning your existence non-stop
like a fallen angel with a grudge
you can only pass off your shit as diamonds only so long
before we discover the true relationship
I must have been slower than the rest
it took me longer to see
and I defended you against the lions
I said your heart maybe black but there is still some gold in it
damn, I was fucking wrong
there is no gold in you
only darkness
so I send you back to the abyss
to socialize with the devil
I didn't mean to hurt you
I was only meeting a need
sometimes I go beyond the boundaries
break free from the guards and terrorize the village
making a choice and chasing them away
with fire and brimstone
a prostitute with the seven deadly sins
you were impervious to my words
even though I dipped them in silver
and sprinkled them with holy water
your brain could not register the impact
as they tore into you
dissolving into undefined worlds
you were afraid of the infinite
naming all of your crimes
studying each and every morsel of you
I fall upon you
clawing at you
suffocated with love
you were another person to me
falling from the heights of your dream
I formed you out of nothing
my thumb is imprinted on your body
the bloodhounds could never find you
for you slipped into chaos
enduring the jungle and the moon
you want me to remove your loneliness
to flesh out the carnivore
I undress you nice and slow
the first thing I remove is your red sweater
then your skirt and your blouse
lastly your bra and panties
I used a couple of Christmas ties to tie you to the bed
then, we both surrendered to the flow of sensations
participants in the sensual show
you played your part and I played mine
it wasn't business and it wasn't acting
placing a bowl of truth on the hot embers
the real world became out of bounds
the plasticity of life is what we trade in
we barter and haggle over the fake
and when the real life comes rushing in though the doors
we take notice
we place a mark
upon our hearts
to remember the moment
to escape for a little while
from this made-up world
we were all caught up in wanting to say something to each other
but we never really said anything at all
there was no substance to it
we talked about stupid little things that mean nothing
we wanted our lives to be full of significance
there were so many unspoken words between us
we couldn't go beyond a specific level
it was a if something invisible was holding us back
stole the spark from your mother's heart
I knew she wasn't ready to believe
to step away from the artificial
her costs were more than skin deep
they went straight to the bone
to the source of her ultimate downfall
I can kill anything for need
it takes the right amount of pleasure
to fulfill any need
with the smell of death and digestion
the decay and burden of birth
teaching us to be vicious
it is simple lessons that we learn
when we are not looking
smashing into the rock of ages
and denying the meaning of thunder
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.
Logan P. Smith
my temples lie in ruins
I have slain all of the priests
we boiled their blood into pudding
I have driven their spirits into the ground
their heads impaled upon tall poles
their heads rattle against each other in a strong wind
let us pray for a strong wind
a strong and evil wind
they were unaware of the complexity of my nature
thinking they had identified my true self
they wanted to put me in chains
to hold me back
push me down into their hole
make me one of them
I closed my eyes
and the demon overtook me
we were tethered to each other
with a six foot leather strap
snorting blue buster chemicals up our noses
I'm thinking about fist fucking Rose
she always enjoyed a good fist fuck
it's the only reason she buys Crisco
Crisco and narcissism on her shopping list
wrapping her self importance in a brown paper bag
so she can walk on the street with it
living hand to mouth
shooting for the fucking moon
knowing that there will never be a payoff in the end
it's not what you did in the past
it's all about what's happening now
spraying poetry on street curbs
worrying about tomorrow
GO-go dreams with Iggy Pop sunglasses
when you walk towards me
I can feel the sex in your veins
where did you eat it baby?
that spell making kit?
was it from the cop down the corner?
I saw you buying it after nine
dressed like serpent
and walking that walk you do
when the wolf howls inside of you
when you do, you make all my wrongs right
I don't hate nobody
I loves me everyone
to death and beyond
you are always shifting and wavering
like a love that has been thrown against a wall
any wall and every wall
always running away from the hurt
and packing a punch
with a positive attraction
your full lips wavering
the slim lines of futility
I could tell that you had harbored a criminal before
you knew all the right ingredients
and each and every turn
still seeking for your lost self-confidence
a front is still a front
no matter how practiced and polished
I know what you did
that you somehow have changed
once again adapting to your environment
stepping into the shadows
and shedding your skin
you stole his body
and learned to reflect the light
you lived among them as an imposter
and they never knew
less than a pure idea
the form you take is really only illusion
the chaos seeps in under the door
comes in through the cracks in the window
everything is porous
we mix and blend with the other atoms in the room
you could be arrested for participating in the big conspiracy
you know the score
you knew it from the beginning
that life and death were at your fingertips
clawing away at your imperfection
your perfection wanting to swallow it all
make the arbitrary disappear
blind to your instinctual drives
like the chrome on my bumper
reflecting everyone who looks into you
I'm not your hero
never count on me being there
when you need me
I'm just here to apply the pressure
to turn up the heat
putting you back into your little box
keeping you safe from the dangerous creatures
they want to be here
so I let them count my thumbs
they know several thousand was to fail
I'm just trying to be myself in this plastic world
reeling from the myth that is you
like the gravel being crushed under the tire
the sound of the cosmic void
ringing in my ears
I can hear the end coming
I can feel it in my heart
it is slow and unrelenting
like a glacier moving a quarter of an inch at a time
some have an inkling or a premonition
of the coming attractions
either they don't want to believe
or are afraid to face the full frontal effect
maybe they prefer not to make a fuss
they know that they can't do a damn thing about it
not me, I'm happy playing the mean roles
if you want it given to you directly
then I'm your guy
I'm not going to sugar coat it for you
give you the straight shit
never pulling any punches
but, don't put your trust in me
don't think of me as a friend
that would be a fatal flaw
as soon as you turn your back
I will be on you
with a butcher knife
hacking you into little pieces
I don't stop until I'm covered in your blood
from head to toe
I like it that way
pure and simple
and honest
I have mixed your DNA with the DNa of a jackal
I have implanted you mind with false memories
obsession, oppression, overpopulation, and pornography
you are worried about paying the rent
incest, injustice, and gangland murders
afraid to look out your windows
or walk down your streets
ignorance, immigration, intolerance
you are surrounded by your fears
there is always some unknown evil out to get you
gambling, rape, and self-esteem
self-consciousness, self-image, self-harm
suicide, violence, war
this is not a chance happening
it is a chemical reaction
that happens millions times a day
you can look out your window and see it happening
this is not my imagination
this is not my hope
what I hope has nothing to do with it
I'm still sharing the demons in my life
giving you my image of the world
where all hopes have been dashed
everything is going ugly
crashing against the wall
its the universe sending you a message
we are doing voodoo
creating a carnival freak show
and you are the star attraction
my beautiful freakazoid
go ahead and burn your bridges
leave everyone behind
with a knife in their backs
no one is interested in your survival
they have had enough of your wishful thinking
no one is buying your sales pitch on utopia
there never will be a revolution
until you change your heart
until you strip your words of all the bullshit
stop trying to be our savior
we don't need a guru
we thought you were a friend
but all you are interested in is your next hit
your next score
trying to find another number
that will send you to heaven
you have used up all all resources
burning your existence non-stop
like a fallen angel with a grudge
you can only pass off your shit as diamonds only so long
before we discover the true relationship
I must have been slower than the rest
it took me longer to see
and I defended you against the lions
I said your heart maybe black but there is still some gold in it
damn, I was fucking wrong
there is no gold in you
only darkness
so I send you back to the abyss
to socialize with the devil
I didn't mean to hurt you
I was only meeting a need
sometimes I go beyond the boundaries
break free from the guards and terrorize the village
making a choice and chasing them away
with fire and brimstone
a prostitute with the seven deadly sins
you were impervious to my words
even though I dipped them in silver
and sprinkled them with holy water
your brain could not register the impact
as they tore into you
dissolving into undefined worlds
you were afraid of the infinite
naming all of your crimes
studying each and every morsel of you
I fall upon you
clawing at you
suffocated with love
you were another person to me
falling from the heights of your dream
I formed you out of nothing
my thumb is imprinted on your body
the bloodhounds could never find you
for you slipped into chaos
enduring the jungle and the moon
you want me to remove your loneliness
to flesh out the carnivore
I undress you nice and slow
the first thing I remove is your red sweater
then your skirt and your blouse
lastly your bra and panties
I used a couple of Christmas ties to tie you to the bed
then, we both surrendered to the flow of sensations
participants in the sensual show
you played your part and I played mine
it wasn't business and it wasn't acting
placing a bowl of truth on the hot embers
the real world became out of bounds
the plasticity of life is what we trade in
we barter and haggle over the fake
and when the real life comes rushing in though the doors
we take notice
we place a mark
upon our hearts
to remember the moment
to escape for a little while
from this made-up world
we were all caught up in wanting to say something to each other
but we never really said anything at all
there was no substance to it
we talked about stupid little things that mean nothing
we wanted our lives to be full of significance
there were so many unspoken words between us
we couldn't go beyond a specific level
it was a if something invisible was holding us back
stole the spark from your mother's heart
I knew she wasn't ready to believe
to step away from the artificial
her costs were more than skin deep
they went straight to the bone
to the source of her ultimate downfall
I can kill anything for need
it takes the right amount of pleasure
to fulfill any need
with the smell of death and digestion
the decay and burden of birth
teaching us to be vicious
it is simple lessons that we learn
when we are not looking
smashing into the rock of ages
and denying the meaning of thunder
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Sucking on the teats of humanity
Sucking on the teats of humanity
the words
the actions
into the loneliness
into this glass palace
recording every nuance
so busy as we move forward
recognized by the unreality
moves that no one cared about
she always thought of Tarkovsky
they have called her incurable
building a railroad to her heart
pounding the spikes into the wood
she was the wood
I watched the wood bleed
I watched the wood turn human
questions about what is left behind
when someone dies
helping you create your box of lies
it is such a pretty box
I have typed the names on your pillboxes
two names for two coasts
catching your bees in the glass jar
its not as easy as you think
everyone in the same boat
padding for the shore
running from this hungery life
they never talked about this in the magazines
they never showed your weakness for vermin
she would hunt them down and devour them
asking them to pray for her rotten little animal soul
I take it out and I put it back in the animal
while she rubbed her pussy up against them
her smile singnified a beginning, a genesis
turning the pages to find the black spot
all the time she would be purring
and then it would turn into a moan
a tornado, an earthquake, a hurricane
diving halfway through her dreams
reaching into her overblown name
being blotted out
erased from the book of life
the rolled-up sleeves of her sweatshirt
she rubs her pussy on everything and everyone
it is her way of saying that she owns you
somedays it is good to be owned
to have a bitch to come home to
she could not touch me with her weariness
there was nothing I could do
my presence could set her signals off
reaching me through a thick wall
ten, fifteen, twenty, the strokes of the lash
the bucket on top of the wet ground
cursing the caller that knocks upon your door
with a soup bowl in his hand
begging for viscosity
rising up in the middle of the night
to knock the caller down
I have been your spy
snooping around the house of love
I have written down the words of the lovers
not understanding the words
only sounding them out
they are not words of creation
they are only words of death
this love you speak of is only murder
a knife sunk deep into the middle of the back
when I am with you, the laws of physics are suspended
a physical dread seeps under the door
right and wrong become confussing
that is why I call you Anomie
you make the rich jump from tall buildings
you make soldiers jump on top of grenades
you make the young die for unjust causes
I am always sweating and shaking
and in a big hurry to make sure this works
I'm standing outside the fastest and cleanest show on the earth
and I don't have a ticket
I can't get in and I don't know anyone who can get me in
so I stand outside listening to the roar of the Harvard crowd
to be educated in the best stupidities
to sound like the rest of the assholes and idiots
to suck the tits of learning
another happy robot
consuming his portion of shit
we got to worry about the economy
we got to worry about fitting in
being cool
having something to say
I have nothing to say
nothing to believe in
I'm not selling my soul tonight
and I won't steal yours
no more faith in anyone's adding machine
it doesn't add up
and it never will
this is nothing but hopeless and wothless bullshit
if I were you, I wouldn't read anymore
I would stop right now
turn around and go back to your comfortable life
continue to believe in things that do't exist
subscribe to a news magazine
download some music
buy a sixpack of beer
do whatever you have to so that you don't think
numb your mind
keep yurself busy
work and work some more
get involved in politics
watch the news
just stop thinking
don't ask questions
just beleive
believe in the bullshit
it is good for you
it is safer that way
god hates you
money hates you
the politicians hate
the movie stars hate you
the musicians hate you
the writers hate you
your parents hate you
your teachers hate you
the cops hate you
the garbageman hates you
the mailman hates you
your neighbors hate you
stray dogs hate you
blackbirds hate you
everyone is out to get you
run, run very fast
and don't stop
there is this hunger
it unites us
makes us brothers and sisters
we come from different walks of life
lived different experiences
yet we have this things that binds us together
some would call it a demon
or a shadow
and angel or a god
regardless, it is there
inside each and everyone of us
a Benway and a Grand Inquisitor
Expressing my hatred
Releasing my rebellion
Fuck you mister businessman
Buy this evil product
Sell me your soul
Show me the numbers that don’t add up
Here is a bottle of poison for you to drink
A knife to cut your wrists
It is better if you do it
I’ll make the whole damn thing too messy
I always make a mess
I played no part in history
Everything is a contradiction
Seizing hold of your life
And shaking it out of you
Like a bad child
Who has been caught with their hands in their pants
Shaking the life out of you
As you swing back and forth
Moaning ever so slightly
The vibrator is set on high
I sit and watch you swing back and forth
Buzz, buzz, buzz
You are a busy bee
Reaching out to you
Grasping you
I bite into you
Pushing you
Pounding you
Up against the wall
Adjusting the counter weights
Dropping you
Just a little
Looking inside of you
I find nothing
I am disgusted with you
Disappointed
You must die
A horrible death
Just like all the rest
I attach myself to you
Look inside of you
And find myself
Self-hate and loathing
You have become me
the words
the actions
into the loneliness
into this glass palace
recording every nuance
so busy as we move forward
recognized by the unreality
moves that no one cared about
she always thought of Tarkovsky
they have called her incurable
building a railroad to her heart
pounding the spikes into the wood
she was the wood
I watched the wood bleed
I watched the wood turn human
questions about what is left behind
when someone dies
helping you create your box of lies
it is such a pretty box
I have typed the names on your pillboxes
two names for two coasts
catching your bees in the glass jar
its not as easy as you think
everyone in the same boat
padding for the shore
running from this hungery life
they never talked about this in the magazines
they never showed your weakness for vermin
she would hunt them down and devour them
asking them to pray for her rotten little animal soul
I take it out and I put it back in the animal
while she rubbed her pussy up against them
her smile singnified a beginning, a genesis
turning the pages to find the black spot
all the time she would be purring
and then it would turn into a moan
a tornado, an earthquake, a hurricane
diving halfway through her dreams
reaching into her overblown name
being blotted out
erased from the book of life
the rolled-up sleeves of her sweatshirt
she rubs her pussy on everything and everyone
it is her way of saying that she owns you
somedays it is good to be owned
to have a bitch to come home to
she could not touch me with her weariness
there was nothing I could do
my presence could set her signals off
reaching me through a thick wall
ten, fifteen, twenty, the strokes of the lash
the bucket on top of the wet ground
cursing the caller that knocks upon your door
with a soup bowl in his hand
begging for viscosity
rising up in the middle of the night
to knock the caller down
I have been your spy
snooping around the house of love
I have written down the words of the lovers
not understanding the words
only sounding them out
they are not words of creation
they are only words of death
this love you speak of is only murder
a knife sunk deep into the middle of the back
when I am with you, the laws of physics are suspended
a physical dread seeps under the door
right and wrong become confussing
that is why I call you Anomie
you make the rich jump from tall buildings
you make soldiers jump on top of grenades
you make the young die for unjust causes
I am always sweating and shaking
and in a big hurry to make sure this works
I'm standing outside the fastest and cleanest show on the earth
and I don't have a ticket
I can't get in and I don't know anyone who can get me in
so I stand outside listening to the roar of the Harvard crowd
to be educated in the best stupidities
to sound like the rest of the assholes and idiots
to suck the tits of learning
another happy robot
consuming his portion of shit
we got to worry about the economy
we got to worry about fitting in
being cool
having something to say
I have nothing to say
nothing to believe in
I'm not selling my soul tonight
and I won't steal yours
no more faith in anyone's adding machine
it doesn't add up
and it never will
this is nothing but hopeless and wothless bullshit
if I were you, I wouldn't read anymore
I would stop right now
turn around and go back to your comfortable life
continue to believe in things that do't exist
subscribe to a news magazine
download some music
buy a sixpack of beer
do whatever you have to so that you don't think
numb your mind
keep yurself busy
work and work some more
get involved in politics
watch the news
just stop thinking
don't ask questions
just beleive
believe in the bullshit
it is good for you
it is safer that way
god hates you
money hates you
the politicians hate
the movie stars hate you
the musicians hate you
the writers hate you
your parents hate you
your teachers hate you
the cops hate you
the garbageman hates you
the mailman hates you
your neighbors hate you
stray dogs hate you
blackbirds hate you
everyone is out to get you
run, run very fast
and don't stop
there is this hunger
it unites us
makes us brothers and sisters
we come from different walks of life
lived different experiences
yet we have this things that binds us together
some would call it a demon
or a shadow
and angel or a god
regardless, it is there
inside each and everyone of us
a Benway and a Grand Inquisitor
Expressing my hatred
Releasing my rebellion
Fuck you mister businessman
Buy this evil product
Sell me your soul
Show me the numbers that don’t add up
Here is a bottle of poison for you to drink
A knife to cut your wrists
It is better if you do it
I’ll make the whole damn thing too messy
I always make a mess
I played no part in history
Everything is a contradiction
Seizing hold of your life
And shaking it out of you
Like a bad child
Who has been caught with their hands in their pants
Shaking the life out of you
As you swing back and forth
Moaning ever so slightly
The vibrator is set on high
I sit and watch you swing back and forth
Buzz, buzz, buzz
You are a busy bee
Reaching out to you
Grasping you
I bite into you
Pushing you
Pounding you
Up against the wall
Adjusting the counter weights
Dropping you
Just a little
Looking inside of you
I find nothing
I am disgusted with you
Disappointed
You must die
A horrible death
Just like all the rest
I attach myself to you
Look inside of you
And find myself
Self-hate and loathing
You have become me
Your Hemingway is not my Foster Wallace
Your Hemingway is not my Foster Wallace
you are thinking about survival
calculating it on your fingers and toes
the birth of your knowing
you are a figure in my stories
they listen with open ears
I tell them of the story of your slaughter
the mind knows what it is doing
a body can be a dumb beast
that flows along blindly
but the mind knows
all the bodies in the world
they don't know
they are respectfully hypnotized
the mind is a patrician
and the body is a plebian
the rightful ruler has been banished
the mind has been dethroned
an evil scondrel of a soul
sits upon a false throne
spilling out a putrid bile
poisoning everything it touches
robbing the body of its dignity
everything is illuminated by the soul
an erie yellowish light
that sickens the mind and imagination
this light from the soul is artificial
we bask in its aborted glow
we indulge ourselves in the soul's sickness
even when it hurts so much
more than we can control
wanting everyone to notice
our love with the sickness
we pour it all over us
wallow in the ugliness
we are children of the mire
apocalyptic children
waiting for the end
waiting for the bomb
to end our desire
to end our suffering
bring it on now
we are ready
I taste your candy
It keeps me coming back for more
I am addicted
Sawing off the fingers with a hacksaw
They come off so easily
This little piggy …
Embracing you
Preventing you from giving
To take
And scream
As you watch me cut
I touch you with her severed finger
A well-off 20 something
All bright and sunny bottoms
This is the best sex she ever had
Dreaming of my penis
Allowing her to see through parallel eyes
She is horrified
You are horrified
Good sex is always about the approach
How you proceed from one thing to the other
Both asking me why
Grunting as I thrust myself inside her
I am covered with her blood
Shit, blood, and semen
Showing her the horse’s mouth
Sipping Bourbon
I stick three of her fingers inside you
And both of her thumbs up your anus
Noisily subversive
Dipping them into my favorite sections
Dazzled by the strangeness
A gargoyle’s grin upon my lips
The scrappy ordeal
It never lets up
Until she is dead
Getting on with the job
She stops making noise when I pound a stake through her skull
Life is so weird when you take it
It is best this way
Now they cannot touch her
Those people who always get into trouble
Rubbing her blood all over you
Gorgeously sordid and transformative
A dead fish soup
Poured into bowl-sized portions of the world
This evil little world
This dark little room
Where I sacrifice the world for you
Looking for a sympathetic face
The powerful voices
The sheen of worship not so glaring
You whimper
And cry
As you taste her on your lips
Our lives are beginning
to run parallel to each other
Saying what I think and feel
I feel you
You are so soft
I cut you
You bleed for me
Parallel lives
Is that even possible?
Could you be me?
Can there be another?
This power overwhelms me
It consumes me
Exuding out of my pores
My pheromones have been corrupted with life
Exposing the stupidity
I didn’t really give a damn
One way or the other
No remorse
No fear
No reason to stop now
Everything was working fine
It seemed like things were working together
Killing them little by little
Just a small dose
Untraceable amounts
The poison builds up over time
No one was the wiser
A nightmare producing more and more insane asylums
And prisons
They pop up everywhere after a toxic rain
The greatest misery
In the midst of the jamboree
Your blood on my hands
And a shit-eating grin on my face
I should have wiped that look off of my face
I traded a piece of your mind for a water-bong
Smoked the shit that I grew in my backyard
A special blend
A frenzied blend
It controls my mind
Calms me down
For this manic episode
Seeing them through the eyes of vengeance
I didn’t care anymore
This was not about them
It was about us
The love between two lost individuals
I would have said souls, but I don’t believe in a soul
The soul is a social creation
The rich and powerful made your soul
The purpose of your soul is to keep you down
To pacify you
Make you wait for your reward in heaven
And not here on earth
My rewards are here and now
Live for now
Don’t put off anything for tomorrow
you are thinking about survival
calculating it on your fingers and toes
the birth of your knowing
you are a figure in my stories
they listen with open ears
I tell them of the story of your slaughter
the mind knows what it is doing
a body can be a dumb beast
that flows along blindly
but the mind knows
all the bodies in the world
they don't know
they are respectfully hypnotized
the mind is a patrician
and the body is a plebian
the rightful ruler has been banished
the mind has been dethroned
an evil scondrel of a soul
sits upon a false throne
spilling out a putrid bile
poisoning everything it touches
robbing the body of its dignity
everything is illuminated by the soul
an erie yellowish light
that sickens the mind and imagination
this light from the soul is artificial
we bask in its aborted glow
we indulge ourselves in the soul's sickness
even when it hurts so much
more than we can control
wanting everyone to notice
our love with the sickness
we pour it all over us
wallow in the ugliness
we are children of the mire
apocalyptic children
waiting for the end
waiting for the bomb
to end our desire
to end our suffering
bring it on now
we are ready
I taste your candy
It keeps me coming back for more
I am addicted
Sawing off the fingers with a hacksaw
They come off so easily
This little piggy …
Embracing you
Preventing you from giving
To take
And scream
As you watch me cut
I touch you with her severed finger
A well-off 20 something
All bright and sunny bottoms
This is the best sex she ever had
Dreaming of my penis
Allowing her to see through parallel eyes
She is horrified
You are horrified
Good sex is always about the approach
How you proceed from one thing to the other
Both asking me why
Grunting as I thrust myself inside her
I am covered with her blood
Shit, blood, and semen
Showing her the horse’s mouth
Sipping Bourbon
I stick three of her fingers inside you
And both of her thumbs up your anus
Noisily subversive
Dipping them into my favorite sections
Dazzled by the strangeness
A gargoyle’s grin upon my lips
The scrappy ordeal
It never lets up
Until she is dead
Getting on with the job
She stops making noise when I pound a stake through her skull
Life is so weird when you take it
It is best this way
Now they cannot touch her
Those people who always get into trouble
Rubbing her blood all over you
Gorgeously sordid and transformative
A dead fish soup
Poured into bowl-sized portions of the world
This evil little world
This dark little room
Where I sacrifice the world for you
Looking for a sympathetic face
The powerful voices
The sheen of worship not so glaring
You whimper
And cry
As you taste her on your lips
Our lives are beginning
to run parallel to each other
Saying what I think and feel
I feel you
You are so soft
I cut you
You bleed for me
Parallel lives
Is that even possible?
Could you be me?
Can there be another?
This power overwhelms me
It consumes me
Exuding out of my pores
My pheromones have been corrupted with life
Exposing the stupidity
I didn’t really give a damn
One way or the other
No remorse
No fear
No reason to stop now
Everything was working fine
It seemed like things were working together
Killing them little by little
Just a small dose
Untraceable amounts
The poison builds up over time
No one was the wiser
A nightmare producing more and more insane asylums
And prisons
They pop up everywhere after a toxic rain
The greatest misery
In the midst of the jamboree
Your blood on my hands
And a shit-eating grin on my face
I should have wiped that look off of my face
I traded a piece of your mind for a water-bong
Smoked the shit that I grew in my backyard
A special blend
A frenzied blend
It controls my mind
Calms me down
For this manic episode
Seeing them through the eyes of vengeance
I didn’t care anymore
This was not about them
It was about us
The love between two lost individuals
I would have said souls, but I don’t believe in a soul
The soul is a social creation
The rich and powerful made your soul
The purpose of your soul is to keep you down
To pacify you
Make you wait for your reward in heaven
And not here on earth
My rewards are here and now
Live for now
Don’t put off anything for tomorrow
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