The Hellboy Bird

I.
look for two more seconds
in the right direction
I feel empty inside
really far past the sky
the back of my eyelids

II.
mixed up and fucked up
give her a second
just to make this ok
it's so fucking cold
and sweat is beading

III.
I'm in this deep
rub my body with scars
the grey fog came
to fuck with my eyes
open the clouds up

~.~
wellwishers be villainized on a cosmic scale lick the diaphram
slowly pull it down right below your ankles they're cankles I
would say it's rather self-evident that you have left your brain
at another undisclosed location

Torpedo Smile

Black eyes and bassinets
You got the coldest hands
Quit interrupting
Black glass for trusting this

give it away to someone else
you don't need that anymore
just one more broken toy

intimate hatred was her only desire
i repaid my debt and burned in the fire
blowing smoke at insects
wiped the windows clean of mud
twigs all wrapped up in sheep's blood

Tapeworm Accident

I hope you feel a little less encumbered,
a little less hassled by everything.
I hope you realize our unawakened potential will sometimes wake itself
and I hope you let it sweep you away,
even if it's just for second.
You can fix the wrongs you've made right
Nothing is permanent enough to last forever
I hope you grow the balls to try:
don't forget how easy it is to die.
There is a hidden pattern that's waiting for you
A framework crushed to the smallest mesh
If you find it (it's easy when you free your mind)
You can do anything (you already can)

The Man's Daughter

Dislocation, our intrepid desires find some vestige point
And inofthemselves our reactions bend to the most
Suitable point! An ulterior motive consolidated
Into a word, one sound, two closed eyes
Looking back into the stone garden of your mind
What it is to be a quiet person
Truth and a tidy disposition unconvinced of everything
What's after death doesn't matter, but
It's something to live your life by

Disbelief

Problems
Solved

EXIST IN
DISORDER

I want somebody who is
willing to get lost in thought.

FUCK FAME
FUCK STYLE
FUCK YOU

Echidna

She Screamed in the Hand

Seeing drops billow from out
of my frozen spine
the hairs are back
it's an icy prison
but, like everything else,
the ice does not kill

Serendipity

I looked to see what time it was,
and it was one thirty-eight in the morning.
I laughed out loud at life.

Scraplets

assorted dreams:
- Crawling through grates with Steve
- Tron girl

MUSIC THAT I APPARENTLY SHOULD LISTEN TO BY SOME RANDOM DUDE I DON'T REMEMBER IN GERMANY:
Ltj Bukem
McConrad
Horizons

Hey long time no see
Yeah man
How's things?
Oh you know hanging in there
...
got any blow?

"So, this is Hell. It's not much different from everyday life, except here everything is

Blue Headshot

love is simple
not a complicated thing
love is someone
you want to come down with

wherever I am at
laughter always sounds
like crying

Idea

Imagine if in Lord of the Rings, a boat from distant shores came up to some big ol' hobbit or human or elven city and shows them guns and Victorian values and culture and shit like that.
- The wizards probably knew it all already
- The hobbits would hate it.
- Sauron would love it.
Steampunk of the Rings?

Abraham Lincoln is a fucking genius.

Let's have a wonderful American Thanksgiving. Bring out the microwave turkey, the can of cranberry jelly. Dad bought a few sixpacks, and the TV is ready to record the big game. We've got everything set to impress the whole family; even the dog got a haircut. Little Susie made patriotic flags and turkeys out of construction paper in school, the colours rich with brown and orange. Mom had taped those effigies to the cupboard door as she finished preparing the mashed potatoes. Junior mowed the lawn, the good cutlery was all washed, and all the kids' faces had been cleaned. The doorbell is about to ring. The nuclear holocaust is about to begin.

Moment of Production

I'm trapped in this little bubble with little metal windows with little stained-glass fractals filtering just a little bit of skylight onto my skin. I look like an iguana, scales biting and slithering and coarsely ingratiating themselves into my raw, rubbed flesh.

Pink Book II

it's like a disorder
or an infections
definitely a way of life
definitely not healthy
self-immolation
manipulation
I just want a kiss,
and it turns into an
elaborate psychological torture.

Pink Book I

There is an owl flapping by my head. It is tiresome to believe and even more difficult to breathe. When the lights turn on, it's florescent holocaust. The lines are neon jags.

God and Society:

worthless distractions that need to be put the fuck down.

British V

spy spy
I got nothing
in my eyes
try try
there ain't nothing
that can fly
I've been the remover
Let your sentiment dissolve
I'll be the last conceiver
Let the precipice contrive

British IV

"FUCK
THE
FUZZ"

Chapter 42?!!

Barnacle Booty

~.~

Botch.

Turn your face
To a heart
Made with rain
And all this bacteria

British III

Forget... me not. There is no destination.
Ignore... my thoughts. A total lack ____.

sensitivity

TRUE POWER

"Bogey!"

Let's Rock Out

Soundrel Fought

Scoop
Dribble
Crack
Chicks
Waffles
Gents

"I'ma FUCK you up" said the fish.

British II

"I want to kiss the internet every time I use the dictionary."
11:45 to something
2088 humanities
THUG LIFE

"What the fuck man!
Oh my fucking God!"

British I

society
would be a lot
better off if every-
one had a lot more
crippling personality disorders