Hari-kari-ku

At just tiny cost

My colossal boot will descend

On your fucking face

Zombie Hat trick

There's so little we take for granted
And it's the hardest things that pass so quickly
Life's pale and uninteresting
When you don't recognize the little things
Brandon Lee said it right
Believe me, nothing is trivial
Everyone needs to find time to doubt themselves

Realizatio

My subconscious wants me to kill myself.

Shit! Fycl!

You were hovering quite slowly above my face so I blew smoke
over up at you. Sky shattered serenely, you lost all dignity. An
overflowing grin split your face up and I couldn't help but smile
back.

A sleeveless shirt is recipe for disaster in these locales, friend.

Growlithe?!

She's so anxious that necklace is choking her
Blowing glances from coiffed eyelashes
Blowing back facial wipes
She's holding back, she's an actress.

Swallow your tongue, don't even think those words again
You're sucking the wrong damn end of the gun
No match for killers, ears peeking out the mirror
Don't vote left right, the equilibrium's blown
Like the shattered windows those politicians blew
With the doves they shot with their twenty-twos

Fucking fascists, fucking beatniks
It's the common sense an obstacle
Burning all your bridges, scars your vision
Stop trying to listen, just stop to think.

Expletiara

Gorilla tranquilizers, I am accursed
Sweet coup d'etat, show me your purse ma'am
Far too small, fuckin' assembly line
Got bent on your mother's transmission fluid and lime
Now slow yourself down, corrupted mothership
Bank noted suicide, forget your chill pills:
this time it's real.

Lost perfectionism is that art unsaid
Gone blue and black, all pulled and stacked
Yesterday I lost the ability to spell my own name

Grievous child, your machinations are full-breasted.

Trainmusic

Rivulets ran up her spine, those virulent affections
Pay no attention to the undue digression
Mixing you back and forth in a waveform progression
Their denial might be protection but it's also a weapon.

My cake tasted like blood when I won it
Achy rusty and no correction from it
Dastardly bastard, the inebriate's a hit
Smile sideways you son of a bitch

Medioration

Sometimes the closest cut makes the least amount of scars.

Encircling rapture just flew up behind my eyes. I'm blind as a bat, mad as a hatter, and chewing gum like a beaver.

End of falltime.

All I did in August was work at Taco Bell.

Falltime.

All I'm doing in August is working at Taco Bell.