Blink Blink away the long long hours the deathly pallor of long gone flowers and eye lined tears chocked with fears of spiteful peers and sinners, la de dah. Blink away the long long smiles traipsing down a long gone mile kissing sweetly yet never neatly caressing ever with their leers. And so, sigh I, with impassive eye Bleed away the long long years with disheartened spears in the damask drenched place of my disgrace Hell, is not too far from here

they sang of revolution and lived for conformity they spoke of revelation from lips that cannot see they look for emancipation to condem reality and all the while we sit and smile pretending not to be

Flipping Off Satan I went to hell last week it's nice this time of year so nice, in fact that i stroked the devil's beard he squirmed and squealed i did not relent he curse and reeled but I didn't give up yet lurid fumes came up in time but not even that tickled my spine and finally when he spake unto me I felt an itch, itch, itching at my nape mayhap it was time to flee yet "nay" I say, for he's full of hay (not to mention his shoes don't match) so with a defiant grin I further tickled his chin and flashed him the bird Hooray!

wandering in the pants of another dreaming why, no love, no hate, no frowning smiles nothing terribly diverse no life for all no all for life nothing, yet to fall deep into this well and lust to unbecome myself

tremulous cadence of genocide once more, indifferent again click click click spite in three time click click click silicon clouds and digital trees 210 degrees again click click click glass sky; pristine cage no stars to cloud the rage, the blood once more, indefinite, again click click click Styrofoam grin masking heart unfelt tinkering with my digitized minds eye once more, indefinite, again click click click BANG

Mr. Lobotomy Look my friends and you shall see My fine comrade Mr. Lobotomy He comes in many colours And always leaves in spite He'll drink his own urine And mambos every night He's never fancied logic so he's never ever right But he just shrugs it off, tries to scoff and bids us all goodnight

ode to the suburbanite angst your white bed sheets and linolium daisies distort actuality your blanched rugs and floral finishings mask confomity I don't need it I don't want it so keep your blinders to yourself your liar's smile and pressed suits scream for freedom with your high income you're just as scum as what you would condem

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