When I was hungry, you fed me by sending me to the grocery store I tried to use my dollars earned to stock up on some wholesome scores when they met me and told me I could not pass into the promised land without denying my face to my self without first putting on a … Continue reading To Spread The Truth Like a Disease
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A Prayer to the Devil, And Sympathy
My advice to anyone newly born to this planet Try your best to keep the shit out of your eyes If you want to be Lord don't compromise (The Flies) They panic when you relativize In the attic, where children play dungeons and dragons they see satan in the maneuvers to outwit authority's bland magic … Continue reading A Prayer to the Devil, And Sympathy
Everytime We Ask A Question, We Ask It Of Ourselves As Well. Sometimes, To Not Ask Ourselves. Sometimes, We Ask Louder. Sometimes, We Ask So We Forget.
Haiku For Queen Ida
the world feels sticky and disgusting, like a cunt unsupervised (ha)
Why Now is A Great Time For ya Boys To Embrace Militant Feminism
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ6O7Jk4MXs We Need Each Other. Ol' Boy Nietzsche said "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster." Alternatively... The Monsters are always out there. That's how the world is. Best way they don't take root in your heart... Take someone you love by the hand, and … Continue reading Why Now is A Great Time For ya Boys To Embrace Militant Feminism
The Peasants – Are Revolting!, While Massive Golden Billionaire Phalluses Spray Hope Across the Sky
To slip the surly bonds of earth And flash my ass at God The poor kids in their base currency Of memetics and - just a bunch of jokes Distract themselves pointing at my DICK ‘His rocket looks like a cock’ huh huh Butt-head games are necessary To dissuade the anger of the rabble The … Continue reading The Peasants – Are Revolting!, While Massive Golden Billionaire Phalluses Spray Hope Across the Sky
We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor
There's a man in an leather chair, jacket unbuttoned, in a shadow bearding onto past midnight, 5 o'clock and the last call for punching out - all the work-a-day seems years ago Now he sits, almost self-assured, in the midst of a harried mess; Sipping a glass of something steadying and resolving, to write down … Continue reading We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor
The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart
I wander around this compartment - this house that wishes it were home And the lines are weary and trace displacement, the cartographer is not master of his art Either, or, the building is bereavement, a place they put him, and depart, He takes his compass, it weighs heavy, the moral, protracted, angles too... uh.. … Continue reading The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart
Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS
April 29th 1999, I am handed a grubby xeroxed flyer that tells me I am being fed lies. The media tells you what your puppet masters want you to hear. It is the MACHINE. The military industrial complex. Work, Consume, Die. What is a wildin' child to do!? BECOME TO MEDIA, and well now! Isn't … Continue reading Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS
She Asked Why I Was Smiling, And I — Dumbfell Silent – A POEM
“My heart is haunted by…” She was bearing her soul I was chewing up the scenery Drunk on her watermelon scent And how she breathed like spring, to me What melancholy mystery She whispered secrets gingerly Remember when they locked us in separate chambers And made us exchange notes through desperate aisles You were a … Continue reading She Asked Why I Was Smiling, And I — Dumbfell Silent – A POEM
