I stir the *** and if we let it stir, it’ll all burn
If I don’t throw a jab, you’ll never learn
Make my stomach churn with your anti-Human ways, you spit in my face and make me cease
I throw one more jab, and you call the police
Come on and test me once more
I’ll out the B-Bomb I’ll out the B-Bomb
I’ll out the B-Bomb I’ll out the B-Bomb
Just once more, and I’ll blow you away
The B-Bomb always stays
I’m down to Earth, so I guess I’ve gone to Hell, and they sent me my victories from the sky
Just once more and I’ll blow you away
I’ve got the B-bomb B-bomb B-bomb
Don’t call me bud, I’m not your bud, Bud
That’s my grand-daddy’s name
I’ll blow you away with my B-bomb
I’ll blow this Kingdom away with my B-Bomb
Cause God is just a dog barking in the heads of the people
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
*Celebrity car crash,
Diana's obliterated,
so sad so sad, and the world goes round
Twenty-one years later, and it's no accident
The Ryder had killed them poor *******
But we'll get the ********** we'll get the **********
The sidewalk ain't safe, the playground ain't safe, the schools ain't safe, but hey, my home is safe for now
I'll eat spaghetti out of a can if I have to,
I'll **** in the bucket if I have to,
Just to keep my poor *** safe from the loonies
Marked safe, I'm listening to static all of the time
Living under the rock is cool and calm
Until the jackhammer penetrates my skull
You're safe, you're not safe,
and the world goes round*
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
i see an object not really part of the picture. it recurs, I see it only with my eyes closed. everything is going by in front of my eyes. losing all touch, i search for Laniakea, my place to hide where noise crashes into objects, where people are objects.
but me.
no one can tell me what do -- the singularity experience defying my employers' silly beliefs, because we are all one as God; still only human and foolish and sinful
us.
two particles stimulating friction which becomes energy, a free spirit born into a living Hell
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
I promise I'll be on my best behavior
But I hear a thing calling me for the keys
As lofty as I try, they drop into oblivion
Serious, I better come back to inhibit
The picture opens up sideways
And they single me out like a crusty chutzpah
The peeling pages ffffffffffffff nnnn
Coccinellidae attacks his family grave light
A nod to the growling and glistening moray next to me
He is big, and he is covered in my spit -- I tell him one
Find a better party whose postponed
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
When I had fallen off the horse,
I could say it was a blur, a blur of a thousand drinks
A blur of two lost lovers holding hands,
LOst my beer in the sand,
She lost her man
Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good
Drunken flashback to the summercamp,
We're talking and laughing under the sun
You smile at me, it's just like country!
Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good
Fast forward to me being a drunk,
I only hear rap-country on my *** walkman cassette
Where is the country and where is my beer, it's all messed up
I can say I've missed the Country Western Days,
I can say I've missed it
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
Guess I gotta find out who I want to be
But you know it’s a lie when they say you’ll know what to do
At the age of twenty three
In the next twenty years I’ll just be another John to the corporate ******
Hell, I’m already am, but just still half-awake
Dependant on the food and drugs, and the Ministry’s shortcake
Find out who I gotta be before I’m dragged down the Gov't pie-hole
Guess who I am right now, just a sad and confused *******
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by love and its bounty
Guess whom they are
Today’s the day, today’s the day, I call in sick
Give myself a warm bath and play with my ****
It’s called “stimulating”, to those who don’t know or don’t feel
Give myself another twenty years, and I’ll have nothing to play with
But bare with me, there’s still time, there’s still a chance; some kind of retribution
I grab my Phillips, and shave her down to the woods, an open landscape
I’m an open book now, and I’m singing to myself as I go against the grain,
I punch in the info, stroke my finger down the list, ask who's to blame
Eureka
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by love and its bounty
Guess whom they are
Today’s the day, and so I grab my pliers and duct tape
My hunting knife, my hunting bow, my hunting clothes
Dressed for the **** but smiling like the loonies who broke into the Whitehouse
Today’s the day, a redemption song, I found me a ****** to lynch
And I found me a ****** to shoot, as I say goodbye cruel world
Hallelujah, God bless my sick little show
Caught me a tiger by the toe
And if he hollers, I’ll let him croak
Onto the next one, I’ll make him choke
This is who I am
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
Awoken, my brother and I step out to **** on the dead mice
With our gun-gee hair gluing the mosquitoes to our heads
The strong pleasant and familiar photographs pinned to the wall,
I admire greatly
As if I were there, spitting out fish bones and wiping the fish oil from my mouth
I remember we'd horseplay on the porch, under our rustic safehouse, our place of love and care
Lost now, I've returned to regain myself
I inhale the scent of my second love
It's beautiful
A dream so vivid, my tears of joy succumb as I am awoken to see the carpet's rigid brilliance
Sharply drawn out cats worship, aligned to our center
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
I'm always good, I have to be
People don't care,
Otherwise
But whatever, the corneal pain will speak on behalf
I know life's a ***** but there's always help
The best remedy comes from Maryland
And it's a big, tall glass of beer
Yet I settle for wet potato skins on my eyelids
Because drinking brings out the monster in me
That's when people care
But yeah, I've woken up with sand in my eyes
There's always a first, and you're new so you'll be next
I'll be running at you with a blowtorch
Just waiting to make contact
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
the victims come forth, the victims stand down; the innocence shamed and shunned, and the rapists come out from the shadows with some who still linger behind in their menacing twilight.
the actions are irreversible; so the complaints do nothing, and the consequences are a careless wave of a hand
The place of dreams and destruction; of the glamour and grotesque
Hollywoodland is a deep, dark secret in disguise
I walk in a Government-official building, I know that there are Free Masons scheming below the ground floors, and pulling the strings from above, watching us below
Monsters with masks at rich celebrity house parties behaving the way a mentally balanced society would deem atrocious. Let's wait and see who else is going to come out from the shadows.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
**Like something of an animal,
There's hunger, there's thirst
It's within all of us
But a deeper, darker thing boils in our midst
It's what we fear, it's what makes us of not an animal
But a spirit with pale flesh and weary eyes
It's Our end that fuels the creatures, the monsters, the madness
They slide on their bellies
They shoot acid from their mouths
They carve our heads like pumpkins
They drink pure blood from the good
It's their deepest, darkest thirst that must be quenched
There is now only evil, and
Our survival**
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC