Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Only Reason He Hasn't Killed Himself Is He Can't Figure Out A Way To Do It With Pudding

Thought I was alone in this prescribed pill prison but asexual reproduction gave me the cliched horror child chained to my chest and he's blacker than the empty space that fills my veins from time to time.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Totally Radical!

Warning 1: This may offend some people

Warning 2: Nobody cares about those people

Lady Justice has always been a hooker twisting for the richest john and today she sits on the examining table while I gladly vacuum each judge from her tattered cooter and stomp on their heads with golf cleats in front of an audience of emotionless lawyers sat snugly in their golden cribs.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Liberal Pussies And Conservative Nutjobs

No respect held for your passion/borderline rape

I drown wildlife in rivers of oil

I beat off in the evangelist's mouth

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Too Many Prisoners, Not Enough Casualties

When skies burn with the heat of a thousand negative equations am I eternally sentenced to be the ocean washing nuclear warheads to shore?


Like the naive soldier killing insurgents just to get back home I've tripped into the deep end so many times that I'm addicted to the bends so feed me some pills and squeeze me until my insides erupt from the throat because I no longer have a use for them.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

"Kill Yourself" by Dr. Robert Wilson

Scouring the cherubs for a rusted razor humanity dives in melodrama deeper than a teenage soap opera while forcing its dick in our mouth and claiming to be the victim.

Friday, April 22, 2011

With Legs Wide Open They Claim They're Not Whores

Transmitting open invitations to molestation when we were bored enough with your adolescent qualms and roofie hobbies what we really wanted to see was the next scripted breakdown or your child finally finding Baby's First Electrical Socket.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Slaughter The Birds And Replace Them With Clones Of Tom Waits

Planted seeds deep within my shoulders

Soon to sprout PCP by the dozen

I am your slapstick king

Awed by blue eyes through dynamite smoke

Stretching my arms across the interstate

All too happy melting in animated limbs

Sketch the kingdom for us, baby!

Paint gold over the dirt beneath our feet

For we're royalty and the world is but a jester

Monday, April 18, 2011

Human Gruel

Hell hath no pity for two dimensions

Lean and bend like a seeping whore

Paid to be dominated and controlled

Clothes forcibly stripped for essential flight

A paranoid bitch chasing heir tail

Be wary of the additives you swallow

Heed the signs that tell you not to inhale

Double jeopardy costs more than death

And the suits judge with floating eyes

Nameless except the one they stole from you

Thursday, April 14, 2011

We'll Go To The Looney Bin Together. I Don't Give A Fuck!

Orphaned highway lead to yellow home

The ceremonial burning of 7 leaves

We declare virtual warfare on the proximity

But for pleasure, never for bloodshed

Pity those who move forward with haste

For pleasure is best induced through stasis

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Damn Right I'm A Misogynist!

Dear God escort the seed out of this endless moist desert before it suffocates! Beware the swirling blond blades for they have been sharpened on sheep's clothing one too many times. She demands payment for the hostage's release in the form of Stockholm slavery. Put the poor bastard down to ensure their future as a second-rate abortion instead of an F-list lobotomy. We've all stood in shock at the nations in her wake resembling a thousand forgotten funerals. Yes, we've established the fortitude to brush her away like a sick horsefly...until the teeth gnaw in and psychosis lives again

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Don't Look At Me I'm Weird

Like drunken perverts, elected shadows toss money at strippers' feet as they dance on the Washington Monument. Capitol crawling on legs of disease refuses to be put down and the burden lands on the mandatory worshipers. They plucked technology from the tree of Eden and washed our brains in the juice. Their sugar melodies soften us up for suburban warfare fought in cyber battlefields and all they've given us are rusty insults for defense. Something is going on behind Miss Liberty's curtains but we only see outlines of softcore information. When they took the "I" out of "Individual" our future was sealed in brown bags and set on fire on our doorsteps. Smell the back of your boot and welcome yourself home, John Doe. The future is in your grasp as long you never reach for it.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Clown College Let Out Early And All The Students Got Government Jobs

Officially senseless

Subnormal representing Justice

Cold capitalist wasteland

Apply tinfoil for warmth

Give sympathy to the Assassin

For the deep end is blessed with 20/20 vision

Saturday, April 2, 2011

I Couldn't Pick One Thing To Hate (So I Chose Them All!)

Awaken drenched limbs

Sleepless future with the birds

Socialites brag with time

Meaningless upgrades

Immortal dragons reborn

Military-grade arrogance

World leaders on game shows

The abused gorge glass

Perpetual virtual death
Jesus trapped in syrup

Nicotine condemnation

Church of the whores

Binary Moses

Celebrities scarring charity

Brainwashed airwaves fizz

Apocalypse in a snow globe

I write a letter to my muse...