I'd rather be alone in the woods
Starving and dying

if a fly makes rest on my still living face whats the difference if it nests on my corpse? the only difference is its a different fly. unless it lands while i die.

a fictional character lives on in agony

crisis averted

a being
pre-human
plays so perfectly
a violin
inside the belly
of a leviathan.

the sea swells
with his emotion.

the leviathan will never wake.

i had to do something
i had to go somewhere
i was running
i saw his face and i don't remember
i saw his face

true love will find you in the end.
theres nothing left to mend.
youll live your broken life.
and youll find your broken wife.
and youll buy a house to fix.
and adopt a broken mouse to fix.

her beauty is a baby bird.

i cant wait for it to hatch.

i eat the egg.

am mauled by the mother.

my stomach is warm on the floor.

the yolk and i cook
and enjoy one another.

I sold my soul to the devil and he sold it back to me. I am $35 richer.

everything i touch touches me then turns to death..
so i suggest you dont start loving me and allow me to hold your breath.
                                                         ­                     
                                                                ­       sincerely- the end

suffering is your enemy.
do not mourn your suffering.
love it while it is still here.

I wanna **** myself.
its your birthday.
maybe then
i won't have to see you
watch me **** myself on mine.

i spread pictures
of your past
so you can watch.

there are none of my own.

they're kept in a vault
called excommunicate.

something that never was
will disintegrate there.

goodbye.

when the top dog prevails
on a small enough island
the food source depleats
and the species will die.

the last words
of a dying man
are enscribed
on the walls
of my skull.

if you want to find me then you can find me in the morgue,
unless theyve changed the policy on where corpses are stored.
my body was spiritual contraband.
my life was a borrowing of the devil.
my laugh was a thing that god couldnt understand.
HAHAHAHAHA..my suicide note wasnt written by hand.

the body is
draped over you

in the secrets you keep
in your drawer,
or,
in the brown spot
in your heart;

that is where you go
to be delivered.

talking to opaque shapes
floating through me.

family is unnerved
abandons me.
i continue
speaking in tongues
walking on all fours.

i burn symbols
into my skin
with my fingertips.

i read them
with just
the whites of my eyes.

the language that lives
in your nightmares.

i speak the evils
youve commited,
and those you still desire..
..i speak you from the room..

alone in this world.
no food,
no water;
this body will last
for centuries.

in my body is a ****.
on that **** is a tumor.
the **** is my heart.
the tumor is me.

its like a well
inside of me
that i want to
draw from you.

i break out of me and go out of sight
its all echos of dead horses

you are the grass on the hillside
where i lie

apache colors lift off a lizards back
and come down to dress me

they fold my eyes closed and im
put away for awhile
into the earth

i grow there like a seed under you

a hellish hunger frozen over
icecicles for teeth im sober
like chewing rocks as i get older
one day it will be over.

life is a 2D four-leaf-clover
theres nothing when you turn it over
one day it will be over.

the devil died and came back
to build houses on my shoulder
rocking chair on front porch
creaking cracks til black
is what the snow turned.
there was death
in every breath
i ever told her.

i cant wait to see it all crumble
and cave in my skull
so i cant think of it.

there's no one in the streets.
they're all dying in their homes
rotting in their chairs
collecting flies and
huffing raid.

bark

very often
im under the impression
that life is boring,
but then
i am reminded
of my obsession
with evil.
it takes me alive
and skins my heart.
it cries a bath
for me
to drown in,
laughing.
it is fascinating
and inescapable
and possessing
and voodoo
and inherently human
and pure.

there are bugs
on these words.

they have colonized
my hands
my hair
my head.

the ocean is my neighbor
and the sky lives in my attic
and I build many houses in my head.

I watch the sun set sail
its glow creeps in
through my window
its ******* in my backyard
and sleeps in my shed..
when its tired and it
wants to go to bed.

I make sure that its happy
and I keep it well fed
because it makes me happy too
its true yellow orange and red.

I used to breathe in paleness
the colors of life from me fled
my thoughts were snakes
my body started rotting
but now its shed.

at some point I had had it
the point is I was an addict
but I quit cuz I was tired
of all the times that I was dead.
I quit cuz I was tired of being dead.

now I'm aliiiive.
busier than a beeeeehiiive
haaanging iiiin myy living roooom...
making me ...dance.
til a fire starts in my pants.
but I don't care and I continue to tango with the moooon.

Life's so sudden
and far too soooon..

i sleep inside the lions mouth
and pray that it will eat me.
it never does.
there is no god.

i do every irritating
and filthy thing i can
in its mouth
so it will finally become annoyed
and be rid of me-

-  trying to swim down its throat
   ******* under its tongue
   chewing and scratching
   its cheeks and its gums.

but i must have faith
only in myself..


i have been eating my own flesh
for three days now.
ive amputated my left leg
below the knee
and am enjoying myself
very, very much.

i will work my way
up my body
until i am finished.

it brings
such a spread of delight to my face
so immaculate
to know that
my own smile

is my dessert.

what a fascinating man i was.

i cant believe
ive been a
fictional character
this whole time.

my moth flew over to me
and with a sheet of cloth
i broke off its wings.

i tried to make a mercy ****,
to cut off its head,
but instead
it was left damaged
and shaking
and ill.

it bled from the breadth of its neck
and i feel its breath in my head still.

why have i done what ive done.
where is my heart from.

im coming back down
to the ground.

this where i belong.

i wrote this dream in a song.

no.

im never coming down
to the ground.

this is where i belong.

everything is a
lack of genius
around my neck

if you try your very best to lose
youll eventually win.
parking somewhere
after driving nowhere.

iremember being in a tree
At the park in my neighborhood
Watching two clowns
Smoking cigarettes
A man and a woman together

And we all watched their Macaw walk on the dead bush branch

When you're ****** out of your mind and you're laying in a tree, watching this, about 15 or so, you talk about it when youre 30 or so.

several dozen leaves fall
all at the same time
around me
on the
ground
and there
is no wind

its abscission.

god i love children
i catch them and **** them
i empty then fill them
up with my own blood.

i tare out their eyes
so they see no more lies
now i dont compromise
while im chewing my cud.

i creep while i watch them
i catch them i wash them
then surgically botch them
so their bodies flood.

the truth is these youths
well i do keep them fresh
(well at least all their flesh)
and then i take their death
drape it over my head
and i wear like the red
of a budding rose-bud.

you can crawl
into your own mouth
but once inside
you can not
climb back out.
dig a system of tunnels
from ***** to *****.
set up camp
in a hollowed out heart.
make a small fire
rubbing two bones together.
a smoke plume rises
and mushrooms in your skull.

ascend through fire.
you bang on the drum.

my girlfriends last name is Woodcock... obviously invented before the rubber *****.

he realised he wasnt enlightened
and still he wasnt enlightened.

nothing he did mattered.

life is meaningless
and thats ok.

there are
huge blocks
that dont fit

but they hum
and they vibrate
and make you think
theyre something else.

he played it on my guitar
36 years after he wrote it.
and my guitar made
his sounds appear.
and when we become that dust again
we'll be broken down into something
born from sound.
something that truly listens.

and my soul fell through the hole in my soul which fell through my *******.
                                                                ­                                  signed:
                       ­                                                                 ­                    -abe da babe linkin.

insatiable and
eating my way
back into my egg

the costume is a veil

my life is an
abandoned circus
from the depression.
sad clowns
killed themselves
and caged elephants
make great big
piles of dust.

las pécas en el ciélo
son las constaleciónes
en tú piel.

.im hungry
.youre the fruit
.on the tree
.in my front yard
.and im fasting.
.waiting for you to ripen.