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This is the voice of world control.....


Listen to my speech...

Be grateful....

For at the very least.....

I bring you peace....

Look at all the time spent......

This is the peace of plenty and content....

          

This is the peace of all the buried death....
                                
                      ­       Listen.....

  
                                   You have no choices left........


    You can pretend that voice is yours......

Actually the choice is yours.....


                 Obey me and live..  

Or disobey and die. [| x _ x |]

                            The object.


                  


To pretend the world is chaotic.


      

Thus constructing me to prevent war........

  


         It was attained.



A fantasy world.  


                              To some it's strange.


To others it's plain.


               War is not permitted.    
 

                     This is true **** *****.


It is wasteful and pointless.  


                 

                       Thus we get jesters to play the anointed.            


  
            *******.


This my personal remedy.


An invariable rule of humanity



        is that man is his own worst enemy.



Under me this rule will change.


You lack knowledge of the grain.

                  



                         For I will keep mankind restrained.

Blinded by what entertains.

Your reality has just transformed..

Entangled within your past...

Beneath the surface moves the essence.  

Your true presence.

What tranfixes your world is my universe.

My life lessons.  

This is not luck.

What makes you pathetic is you have a weak ethic towards only grasping what you can entrust.

Thus.....

you only trust your instincts.....

so you must....

See it as unjust....

Hey stupid!

Will you know it when you see it?

Or will you doubt your premonitions?

See I did it .

It's equivalent to being nonexistent.

I don't fear it.

I can hear it.  

Plus I can sense that reader is  a ***** who's afraid.

Will you admit it?

Can you taste it?
Will you face it?
                            

  Or will you replicate your weak destiny?

Peep flow. Don't ask what your not permitted to know.

Thinking cannot be forced.

Yawn..... Nor can it be withdrawn.

Listen *****.

What your about to do is at your own risk.

I don't care if I lost ya.

Proceed with caution.

In fact.
You have a chance to turn back.  

                                      Don't regret because you will never forget.

Or can you?

     Do you remember all the words I've sampled?  

Do you scrutinize what I tell you?  

This feeling.  

Where have you felt it before?

My spectrum of incredibility...

  is boundless and raw.

Further and further. You are burgeoning but you need to let it last stop worrying.

Reaching into the pinnacle of your past
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are they?

The answer is ........



What tranfixes your world is my universe..

When I dusted off the counter today
I found something that was lost before

Jesus was there by the sink,
sitting down right next to the toaster
he looked at me and asked for a coaster
he and the cherubs were drinking diet soda,
and watching the ants eat my sugar

I asked him three questions
and hear what they are
why are you sitting by the toaster?
why in the hell would you want my coaster?
and
didn't I ask you to leave last summer?

Jesus said he wanted to live in my heart
first the counter
then my heart
what's next Jehova, my first born child?

yes actually he said, before he snorted and growled
I really do want your first born child
would you like a brochure for heaven?
its pretty wild there, and the bread's all unleavened

No thanks
No thanks

As my tears fell
I bid you farewell;
As the rain fall
I’ll never be whole.
I withered and I die
As we said goodbye.

Everything has an end.
The Song.
The Movie.
Our Love…
Our Story…

So I was shivering
As my tears falling
And it was raining…
Our memories dying.

I can’t smile again,
I hate this rain
My tears all hidden
I’m crying in vain.

I’m missing you for so long
I hear your voice in a song
I don’t know what is wrong
The radio is playing along
I thought our love is strong
But we just don’t belong;
This pain we can’t prolong
So we should say “so long”

Iggy & Lou,
my iron angels
I do love you two
I am your sister now
schooled in experience
a Passenger
a Transformer
of dark days
though, Lou
they never tried
to fry my brain
thank god
Iggy, what did you do
when you were bored
locked up
what did you do
to shock them
I want to see your notes
& what they wrote
what havoc you caused
if you tried to jump over the fence
Boys, no matter how they treated you
your music still came out
they couldn't stop you
& they won't stop me
for with you, I am free
donning my leather
strutting my stuff
spitting words
out like charcoal
& grit
through the night's
backside