gutter juice, nonsensical living, digestion blues, the human torture maze, bright lights through salty eyes, the squint, early bonga, your search for something, procreation of the wicked, the lies behind the eyes, shedding your skin, laughter, walking like there's no tomorrow, death to sexuality, scraping away your instincts until your left only feeling alive when someone smashes you in the face with their fist, the beautiful temporary pleasure when you wee yourself in your sleep, janine the ferret, hugging before catching the bus home
Sounds Like
do you remember jeanus, she was dancing on top of the piano with ramus, little by little i stood on top of weights, being lifted by sick strong men with tunes in their back pockets, i felt the weight of their depth, it was empty and shing shoes blues by swallows side, her pitching voice was echo zeed, plumetttttting sadness with the evil side of the enemy you will never see in a life of lies, your life is a shit brigades toilet paper stuck to the medicated louse on french fries hill, your sound is so harsh on my sound as i don't know your sound just mine, can i ever feel your thoughts truly? i want to so much i want to feel your pain and love, but i think i am too wrapped up in 100's and 1000's, my mind tries to find yours in the vast river, i remember sad puss russle, he was so sad, i could see the despair in his cheap jacket, so vulnerable, i wanted to hug him yet i felt my male pride kick in and kick the fucker to the curb. don't trust yourself.
a room with one light, three creatures with everything and nothing to live for, too much junk, bourbon creams, burn of the whiskey, improvisation station, red cheeks, failure, doors of perception, feeling the force, pure despair, tar, joy, finding a pound in your pocket, trying to fit into space, loud amps, discipline, chest fever, cathartic bliss, stretching your muscles, aching joints, the astronauts........... it started with passion and naive optimism, a desire to find some space of our own in a world already named and trodden upon by hideous beasts of genital misfortune, we have been climbing hills to find peace, we all know there is no peace inside or out, yet i still see sad fuckers on the grass, crawling through the dirt and rotten remains, trying to find a naked nurse to cling to....
I had to look up who John Ritter was! Wow, he was in Bride of Chucky! I think I remember him now. I was hoping for Crispin Glover but might have to see if Rick Moranis is available instead!??
We stand armed and dangerous before the bloody fields of history;
Devoid of dogma - but ready to carve, to defy the transient:
Ready to stab forth with our penetrative will,
Strain every leash, run yelling down the mountainside of Man:
Ready and willing to immolate world upon world
With our stunning blaze.
And let them all sing that WE were here, as Masters
Among the failing speciens called Man.
Our being took form in defiance
To stand before your killing gaze.
And now we travel from flame to flame
And tower from the will to the glory!
AGIOS O BAPHOMET! AGIOS O BAPHOMET!
