The quiet cry was the only thing you could hear. One of those nights
fraught
empty
the sky was the only noise, and what a noise
I felt my arms turn to dust
what trust once lost was forgotten
November 18, 2009
November 17, 2009
Golem hater
There is nothing
There was nothing
When we first met
When I will say good-bye
Time was spent
as it was spent
Feelings felt
it was no surprise
Painted black lines cover my brow
She bent in wicked ways
Those fingers writhed like scorpions
In grey gloves
I am naked though I wear my clothes
I am shaking though I am not cold
A breath of fresh air
touches my wet eyes
floaters cross the sky
I am pretty sure that this is all dead.
There was nothing
When we first met
When I will say good-bye
Time was spent
as it was spent
Feelings felt
it was no surprise
Painted black lines cover my brow
She bent in wicked ways
Those fingers writhed like scorpions
In grey gloves
I am naked though I wear my clothes
I am shaking though I am not cold
A breath of fresh air
touches my wet eyes
floaters cross the sky
I am pretty sure that this is all dead.
November 16, 2009
Blase
Think outside the box
They've thought for a million years
For a thousand ways to describe it
The feeling:
what it's like
to say I love you
to kill someone.
To lose yourself so completely for a moment in yourself that you negate
any emotion
felt by anyone else
felt any other time
Falling in love is the singular most depressing thing I can think of.
They've thought for a million years
For a thousand ways to describe it
The feeling:
what it's like
to say I love you
to kill someone.
To lose yourself so completely for a moment in yourself that you negate
any emotion
felt by anyone else
felt any other time
Falling in love is the singular most depressing thing I can think of.
November 15, 2009
THEM
Face is weathered, stomped out the dirt and sweat from last night.
Deconstruct those manufactured shitbags.
They are not the seekers of lightning blitz polyrhythms.
Tasty like a gust of wind and pure planetary binary.
Halloween is the night that your cat will escape to its home planet!
Deconstruct those manufactured shitbags.
They are not the seekers of lightning blitz polyrhythms.
Tasty like a gust of wind and pure planetary binary.
Halloween is the night that your cat will escape to its home planet!
November 14, 2009
Burning Space
With no recollection of the dying tongues, they stood waiting in the rain.
"I have come undone."
The tower led up to the ivory sky.
These robotic fingers are spastic energy.
Holy Ghost, I beg of thee: do not consume what's left of me.
(Sacrament is sacrosanct, just as suicide is paramount.)
"I have come undone."
The tower led up to the ivory sky.
These robotic fingers are spastic energy.
Holy Ghost, I beg of thee: do not consume what's left of me.
(Sacrament is sacrosanct, just as suicide is paramount.)
November 13, 2009
"Dark, dark, dark!"
Savoury smelting melts: the ice cream was so delicious as it
rose out the ausstieg and stared at that wall. The urge to fuck
was everlasting, but the urge to die grew stronger. Musclebound
Ogres stood in the shade of a sunny day, the trees bursting
with some approximation of pure failure. The stars flooded
out, their beacons torched with the inescapable knives of
Pluto. Disappointed dilapidations crawled the Kind's men as they
crouched to emancipate the forgotten dreams of olde. Singly
plucked string divining the cure behind suicide as the rain falls
from under his umbrella. The night life consumed me with a
thousand emerald raindrops. Kisses laced with satin and amethyst.
Her face was now as pale as a fallen pearl from the sky.
Cheekbone flew from nesting eyeball as his realizations struck
the prime of his psyche. I made a wish that my heartache
would kill the children of unborn saints. His arms were taught
wires as he danced on the pendulum, swaying to and fro. Hands
were tightly knotted into tapestries with resentment. Diagonals
and horoscope condoms ironed out the cancerous growth on
her abdomen. Eagles made love in the valleys of rock and
roll. The ugly pitch of his hat churned his face, his gloves
could no longer house his sad old hands. The brain in his
computer typed sermons to small birds and kittens, the words
distributed through cassette tape. Folded in half, the sleeves
she loved with all her heart started to burn. Statements of
purpose and desire spilled over her bitten lips.
And the ashes started to bleed.
rose out the ausstieg and stared at that wall. The urge to fuck
was everlasting, but the urge to die grew stronger. Musclebound
Ogres stood in the shade of a sunny day, the trees bursting
with some approximation of pure failure. The stars flooded
out, their beacons torched with the inescapable knives of
Pluto. Disappointed dilapidations crawled the Kind's men as they
crouched to emancipate the forgotten dreams of olde. Singly
plucked string divining the cure behind suicide as the rain falls
from under his umbrella. The night life consumed me with a
thousand emerald raindrops. Kisses laced with satin and amethyst.
Her face was now as pale as a fallen pearl from the sky.
Cheekbone flew from nesting eyeball as his realizations struck
the prime of his psyche. I made a wish that my heartache
would kill the children of unborn saints. His arms were taught
wires as he danced on the pendulum, swaying to and fro. Hands
were tightly knotted into tapestries with resentment. Diagonals
and horoscope condoms ironed out the cancerous growth on
her abdomen. Eagles made love in the valleys of rock and
roll. The ugly pitch of his hat churned his face, his gloves
could no longer house his sad old hands. The brain in his
computer typed sermons to small birds and kittens, the words
distributed through cassette tape. Folded in half, the sleeves
she loved with all her heart started to burn. Statements of
purpose and desire spilled over her bitten lips.
And the ashes started to bleed.
November 12, 2009
Drugged English Professor Cannibal Vocabulary Machine
Please take me from
a quiet life of
solemn misery.
But as I was
born to penitence,
I shall always be
proud of my scars.
a quiet life of
solemn misery.
But as I was
born to penitence,
I shall always be
proud of my scars.
November 11, 2009
Unicorn Machine
OWW!
WHAT THE FUCK
OW OW IT'S SO
FUCKING HOT
Dinosaur Tank
"I'm going to a funeral."
"Looking like that?"
"It's also going to be an execution."
There IS A GOD!"
<--- UFO
"AAAH!"
WHAT THE FUCK
OW OW IT'S SO
FUCKING HOT
Dinosaur Tank
"Want a piece"Why are you dressed all like that?"
of THIS ass?!"
"I'm going to a funeral."
"Looking like that?"
"It's also going to be an execution."
Dress Rehearsal Rag"Fuck you.
=
sex
There IS A GOD!"
<--- UFO
This hot dogO- HAPPY DAY
is blowing
my mind!
"AAAH!"
This cancer fell upon the children will not be done like the will of other dimensions.
November 10, 2009
This is the Alaskan plan
His hands were so pale. Nicks and scabs mirrored the only reflections of red under his skin. It was like the blood had died and settled in his face, underneath the enormous black and grey beard. His skin was wrinkled and stiff. In the shade of his beard, his skinny, wiry body sat back hunched. Let me tell you how he got this way, with his wild eyes and skinny jeans.
~to be changed completely
- he fell in love with the stars
- the stars name was Jessica
- she was a chain smoker and always wore hijab
- tired white girl with the celestial birthmark
~to be changed completely
November 9, 2009
Showertime Breathing
i'm a lightning bolt running up your thighs
through your lungs, blowing out your eyes
a river of pain, i am fear most despised
this will be you last fucking look at the sky
i want to kiss your valleys
draw fingers over chest
our love is a razor blade
and i'm cutting your wrists
jagged scars in perception rip out
you will be left clutching your eyes
a demon's tear on a rotten shout
this is... the end of your fucking life
through your lungs, blowing out your eyes
a river of pain, i am fear most despised
this will be you last fucking look at the sky
i want to kiss your valleys
draw fingers over chest
our love is a razor blade
and i'm cutting your wrists
jagged scars in perception rip out
you will be left clutching your eyes
a demon's tear on a rotten shout
this is... the end of your fucking life
November 8, 2009
Savoury
Cut Your Wrists And Suck Your Dicks
...possible Satanicunt song
Trucker Pope!
"Ah speak of
BLEEESSING
of Diesel fuel!"
(ford)
"Blessin's
o' wrenches
n' shit!"
"Moo?"
by a
CROSS
DRESSER!
Bomb
Mothafucksazs
...possible Satanicunt song
Trucker Pope!
"Ah speak of
BLEEESSING
of Diesel fuel!"
(ford)
"Blessin's
o' wrenches
n' shit!"
"Moo?"
PineKicked out
Fucking
Apple
by a
CROSS
DRESSER!
"What the fuck's up,Nukler
mah playuhz!"
KILL
COPS
4
CASH
Bomb
Mothafucksazs
November 7, 2009
Satanicunt - Obiwan Kenobi is a Fucking Faggot
Falling up stairs
Break your fall on my chair
I'll fill your face with maggots
Make you fucking puke you faggot
THE FUCKING FORCE
WON'T SAVE YOUR ASS
Crushing hand in air
I'll cut off all your air
Windpipe breaking
MY HEART IS SHAKING
My mother fucking name is Darth Vader
FUCK OFF MY SON YOU FAGGOT!
Break your fall on my chair
I'll fill your face with maggots
Make you fucking puke you faggot
THE FUCKING FORCE
WON'T SAVE YOUR ASS
Crushing hand in air
I'll cut off all your air
Windpipe breaking
MY HEART IS SHAKING
My mother fucking name is Darth Vader
FUCK OFF MY SON YOU FAGGOT!
November 6, 2009
Satanicunt - Fuck Obama's Mother in the Ass
Stomping mothers and babies!
Withering social decay
EATS UP OUR PATHETIC HEARTS
They fucking want you to die
(FUCKING WANT YOU TO DIE)
Dismal entrails in the doorway
Catacombs in our mouths
I AM GOD I AM GOD
On a mission for salvations
(FUCKING WANT YOU TO DIE)
CHEWING WITH OUR MANDIBLES
BURNING SPIT AND CUM
You taste like an ashtray
YOUR FACE IS AN ASHTRAY
PULL MY DICK OUT
HAMMER THE STATUE OF LIBERTY
WITH AN AXE WITH A FUCKING AXE
Velocity impedes my soul
an urge to live, my fucking goal
I'm a concrete slab of Frankenstein's lab
And I'm falling like a halo towards your fucking skull
Withering social decay
EATS UP OUR PATHETIC HEARTS
They fucking want you to die
(FUCKING WANT YOU TO DIE)
Dismal entrails in the doorway
Catacombs in our mouths
I AM GOD I AM GOD
On a mission for salvations
(FUCKING WANT YOU TO DIE)
CHEWING WITH OUR MANDIBLES
BURNING SPIT AND CUM
You taste like an ashtray
YOUR FACE IS AN ASHTRAY
PULL MY DICK OUT
HAMMER THE STATUE OF LIBERTY
WITH AN AXE WITH A FUCKING AXE
Velocity impedes my soul
an urge to live, my fucking goal
I'm a concrete slab of Frankenstein's lab
And I'm falling like a halo towards your fucking skull
November 5, 2009
Star Wars
"I want to eat
ASTRONAUTS"
"RAHHH!"
C-M xx
oG "musik judgeaaaah"
W. B. Hood
together comprise...
THE
TWEENIEFUCKS
Cannibal
Sexxx
Machines
satan-
(sucks dick fo' thruppence!)
i-cunt
(everybody kill yourself!)
ASTRONAUTS"
"OHGAWDIt's a vagina robot destroyer!
MYBELLY"
"RAHHH!"
ANTARCTICAHard Core Porn
---> doctors
C-M xx
oG "musik judgeaaaah"
W. B. Hood
together comprise...
THE
TWEENIEFUCKS
Fuck!
"Where
th' fuck's
my
wizard
???"
"..."
"Fucking
NO!"
~fin~
Cannibal
Sexxx
Machines
IAMAROBOT...
satan-
(sucks dick fo' thruppence!)
i-cunt
(everybody kill yourself!)
November 4, 2009
I'm trying to tear out my brain
Walking like I remember how to do it.
I am no diagonal, I do not cross
Swords or whores to weather my hypocrisy
A stringent green majesty
I am no diagonal, I do not cross
Swords or whores to weather my hypocrisy
A stringent green majesty
everything is jitters and I can't fucking sleep
I need more rest and less cure
riding a jetplane down the spine of a guitar suicide
November 3, 2009
Pressured Phone Cord
I.
"Man, I'mfuckin' messed
UP"
sexAW YEAH
HOOKUHZ
LAZERPolice
cock
!! Smells like weeeed !!
David HasslehoffSlippery when soaked <- Pot Leaf
I AM [insert picture of a vagina here]
II.
Charles Manson
Reincarnation Jubilation!
FUCK YOU
"oh fuck
i'm in space"
Reincarnation Jubilation!
FUCK YOU
(No pregnant
chicks plz)
i'm in space"
Whine; and thePIXEL PIRATE
world knows you
suck.
Bark; and the
world howls.
November 2, 2009
Time Pellets
We'll have compressed time pellets soon. Taken from
those experiences we all have about time that
seems to take sooo long. You'll be able
to crush a few pellets in your tea or
in a cigarette and bingo... instant time-
of-your-life moment in sweet slow motion.
those experiences we all have about time that
seems to take sooo long. You'll be able
to crush a few pellets in your tea or
in a cigarette and bingo... instant time-
of-your-life moment in sweet slow motion.
November 1, 2009
The Wormcocks - Lizard Girl
Hey sexy lizard girl
You reek of bile and I think aiii
Wanna hump yaaa
Hey stop sign
What the fuck sign
When you try to run up aiii
I gonna gat yaaa
Brainded from bonerz in the basement
Shut ya face, you're excretement
She's a real girl (bitch!)
and you're a loser loner (shit!)
Smoking up and your friends' houses
Jump a gate every day and lerrrn
How we can sniff sex out any time
Except fucking Mondays
You reek of bile and I think aiii
Wanna hump yaaa
Hey stop sign
What the fuck sign
When you try to run up aiii
I gonna gat yaaa
Brainded from bonerz in the basement
Shut ya face, you're excretement
She's a real girl (bitch!)
and you're a loser loner (shit!)
Smoking up and your friends' houses
Jump a gate every day and lerrrn
How we can sniff sex out any time
Except fucking Mondays
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