Cronenburglars stole my world
For the love of pretty girls
Cross dimentions, time and space
Somewhere that I have no face

Master what is thy command?
Tell me of your righteous plan
Bring to me the cattle's spore
You do this and nothing more

If you wish to spare his life
You must make a sacrifice
Dont you worry 'bout your wife
We'll make sure she sleeps tonight

Viscera comes raining down
Every city, every town
Diseases spread and do enlist
The pirates of the pancreas

Take me through your portal
Make me feel immortal
Student turns to teacher
Otherworldly creatures
Bureaucratic robots bleed just like you and me
If you're seeking answers I will give you eyes to see

bring it back around again
just to open up the can
earthworms call omnipotence
flying chickens have no fence

easy as it goes and goes
blithering mind seize the soul
granule stimuli reap my face
sweaty palms bound in grace

seminal sediment
choking on the grains
7 hole wall
on a backslide ride
carry rest on your shoulders
on your chest, holding boulders
crank down the bank shaft
hold er closer going down
crack rock
dark bock
framed my **** on a pulpit
golden toothache in wall streets jaws
tripping over roses
in a cold hand hold
rancid apples, candied roaches
shackled down, tenfold

mud slinger
skeeballing on the window
pulled artificial hair growth
climbing over nothing
toothpick pantyhose
brought another one down
wonder how so
caught a big one in a dental floss-noose
any other time wont be the right one
wrinkled lifespan sizzles in the saucepan
chewed bone drops
tell alice "bite me"
cold and weathered toys still work nicely

do i matter enough for my death to be an art piece?
will i just be one of 3,600?
what matters more, life or death?

cant have one without the other
like a child and a mother
so **** yourself just like your brother
and give thanks for one another

bring me some ******* clarity
                                                      do i matter?
                                                         ­                    or was i just inspiration
for a poem about how many boys loved and lost you?

                                     DO I EVEN ******* MATTER?!

im lost with no foundation
and im drowning on my own two feet
if its any consolation
it makes it really hard to breathe
i cant even think of you
without it bringing back the pain
of when i mattered
and the drugs
and i
just mingled in your brain

i called you in california
talked until the sun came up
and now your life is figured out
it feels our past is all made up

until i really meet you, friend
i guess i'll never truly know
was i an object of amusement
or the pain that helped you grow?