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Press charges out of assault and battery, elecctricity no charge 
Weaning myself off the powerpoint and into the fire, into the
Phonebooth goodhead godhead, call the cops and coppers 
Weren’t we out here recording bush, hair pie eaten away
Have you seen the news, world war three has a new sequel 
Direct to dvd dirty prequel syndrome getting worse and sicker 
Cable is a boy’s colour shit shut up your white collar bitching 
It’s good enough for me 

Her skin is the crack of slight light slightly it does driftly, onto the art paper piece
Not in love but guilty grief, let’s get together and keep these thoughts in place 
Is it true what they say, that you take on the dreams of those who have slept there
The princess and her pushup bra, her symbiotic relationship with the man in white 
Too weak to survive sucking on the teat of love, 3 hairs later and i’m your dog 
Footsie footsie like this licking: reading x-men comics on the IV Pumppole 
Blaze of glory in the shape of a blade of grass, why won’t you laugh a little more
I heard the bettle clicking thickening, and i began to dream a little, no, no more 
Well i can’t say i’m fine but i’m certainly dandy, drano dandy happily roll on  
Deodourise. 

Thinking of you, thinking of the U.S of A, thinking of us. Dreaming i am too 
Thinking strange thoughts little miss little miss intruder alert inn and outed as 
Outed as, head spin and flick beaned. Let’see go where we die and get a transwer
Transe and transfer on the hospital bed rollerccoaster, fucking like alcoholic rabbits 
Sleeping together with spiderman and broly: war in my head on the hermit’s tv set
Starved of love, starved of honeycakes in hell i got a dick like cerberus i did done do 
Feels like heaven she said, breaking mirrors with my passing movements still alive 
I had such vivid ideas overnight, the world ending when it is fitting narratively speaking 
This is my very serious threat of becoming overwhelming and weakness arises  

Dier dire dirty conscience ten times over, over again. All quiet on the kind of times i want to remember
Ugly fat and bloated, bloated fat ulcers of memories, my memories mist and god-fog jesus christ spits
Out his aeroplane meals, because he was made a man with no option for preference or each to his needs
God was real reet drunk on the day he made me, and my mummy was high as hell froze over and again
When daddy dies, he will return on the third year like it was still just yesterday this monthly yearly 
Every day and every way is a will to life, riding schopenhauer cock thinking of the US and us and i 
Walking around naked at 3 in the morning wondering why my ears are still spinning from the spend 
Money money money in the honeypot, that tasted like shit, imma machine, machine man gun kisskilled
Intelligence found in the drowning dark: i get you ripped apart in order to love these hands 
You’re my church target to this drumbeat harmbeat, are you aware of your pain and suffering rippling 
Redpilling reborn rippling it is a scam it is a lie and i am it and all that bullshit plus more moresel 

Well i can’t be sexpected to pay for a morsel with a more-sell my soul. 
My shirt is bloodstained, i’m missing a shoe and a chunk of my forearm
Pain and suffering, little genius what’s a jesus, wants to be a hands-man 
Them hands in the highway alleyway, i’d love to love you but it’s getting
Serious and sickly, spread your legs and part your lips and holy dive in 
Hanging man the fool is in the them there memory mirror, let’s kill ourselves
Camus said to the man on the camel, do what prevents you from doing so 
Metal health (Bang your Head): expressed and actual self harm on the chart
No Nil option but it opens up and i am losing my mind little by bigtime 
Feelings feeling, i feel someone fed me a lightning bolt again and again 
Dostoevsky's Devils because something this way must it come (come)   
Female on female aphrodisiacs in the fridge beside the curry paste 
Don’t talk about anything else, we don’t wanna know, that’s dedication
Deliberation and the state that freedom is in these days.  

I like to put on the porch light when the others are out at night, it makes me feel like i’m helping 
500 seconds of summer was a dickhole jackhammer knifewound of a movie, but it makes me think
Of mass murder and shit like that for some reason. How are you doing this morning by the way?
Well i’m breathing and i feel my heart beating so it’s only downhill from there. Twitches bitches 
I didn’t want to mention it, but your green lingerie reminded me of Dio Brando, the high version 
I do what my doctor says and if the situation calls for it i do what i want to as well, luckily 
I was thinking a lot about people who have died from anorexia and Spider-Man earlier 
Karen Carpenter versus Doc Ock. That’s a good clean fight. Bloody hell it’s been a few years 

Welcome to the let me outta hear me out gett me outta this mood blued and bled 
Kissing the tv held up to the train tracks, that tracks and your arms what did you do
The god’s participation prize but i’m ready to kickback and feelup (lose heart)
I get sad thinking  things to be zero sum, i want it all and nothing more or less 
See the lightning in the background, gambling on the preborn face hood goodmum 
Practising motherhood on the hanged man magician in reverse, disability payments 
Infantilisation in the medical field the crowd gathers at the mental health zoo 
Blank hole generation with a hole in the head, you give good head, you give goodly 

He’s a lazy sod and he wished for it all away even before he ever got a name to speak of 
It’s got god dagdogdamn strange what the mirror can say in reply: hair pie and shirtless 
King vicodin wearing his donkey hair shirt with his henry his henry with a bucket of smack
Arizona for a year or two and discussions of the art of the zombie movie on the outpatient way 
You kids have a good day at school working on the good run times, suicide timing second twos 
A benevolent and necessary dictator in the land of me myself and i, broke and much too young
The specials and the special eds, i’m the coldest hell my mother ever raised, lay down lazy sod 
Law is lawless, just remember it’s all in your head (but i’m stuck there too)
Thinking of you 

a benevolent dictator or peeping tom, the little necessities
Waterboarding with cheap wine and urine troubles 
I walked past, you were nude, i had blood in my mouthhole
Yamcha death pose and the recovery position
Toothbrushes   tasting like blood n tobacco
The light burned my eyes 

Dreams 
Under the burning light, i see my eyes so clearly. All old friends and neonazis they were 
These cyclical mind games like a competition involving zombification and overmedication
Something to do with the industrial complex and fear of homelessness, fire and ice 
Overgrowth in the arena, plant matter and the chase is better than the catch 
Competitive solutions to the problem of starvation, something like the nemesis 
A crack under the world, through which i find the magic of a japanese restaurant in the 
Centre of the psychosis experience (it’s all in my head but what does that matter)
Hogwarts or the sanctum sanctorium, starving  and outta money pocket, eat chips 
Off the floor realising it is no longer the cursed crust of the earth, storybook layers
Franklin richards a little world under the world made for storytelling potential
A frozen world on the otherside of the kitchen door, a little mesopotamia 
Under the paper towels, little hobbiton the stovetop. A tunnel through time ‘
Using nothing but common household sheetpaper and bookweights 
Under the world there are jungian archetypes and the idea of evil aint that good 
Held together by muscle fibres muscle fibres, gore and medical meatbits 
This was the darkness, jungian archetypes and the narrative nature of 
The reality of the everyday, vampires and abusive dad’s death. Follow red thread
A war in my head, a war against the light that burns my eyes, you’re a good man 

Outhouse vampire rocknroll fatherhood, he wears a war in his head upon his back jacket 
Faceroll on the paypacket weirdo: nobody cares about you, so what? Uncut and dying 
Plant pots and “me and lorenzo rolling in benzo” kinda neighbourhood somethingkinda 
Muscle and mudblood madeup slurs for madeup people, says something bout her i think
Cold waz the memory of the cold hard ground, powerout under the IV lovepole pissstained
Tear in my beer: I only salt my pasta if i’m already crying, what a tearful matter on the mattress
Pick up the bible from its place in the medication box full of charcoal: i owe my soul to the cornerstore
I held a coin to the back of my head and thought of rabbits and the r-word. This is my world mine
Adult childhood survivor: it’s a war in my head i said i said i said i did, i did! It did it, the big it. 

All onboarding process of the disorent express: i’m going mad with a dead dead deadline 
The train line was down, i walked from the beach to the psychologist in the heatheat hot 
I have nobody and nobody has me, I’ve got myself and the nanny state for company 
I’d like to blame someone but i just havent the time or the effort to spare for that 
You’re my worst enemy as i stumble dazed and confused seeing afterimages again 
Dallas was the best day of my life i think: home recording is killing big brands shithead
Keep on moving the sucking noises and slapskin raw shickchicken sounds i hear your secrets 
Spinach and ricotta flavoured cunt: you’ll never be alone if you got love and terror 

I’m so scared man.. I’m so scared all the time, it’s sacred. 
What we do is secret but you can tell me, the manthingsmile 
I’ll envy getting outta this world alive; i was a millionaire 
Nothing has ever been alright: ptsd with an itchy itcher trigger
Mumma lost a lot on a coin flip and the CPR was successful 
People say that i’m no good, they hate the way i look/smell 
The city is the city is full of scary monsters and super creeps 
Emphasis on the latter, latte under the thumb of Hitler 
Cardboard houses drowning in the filth of tincan cars
I’d give you a call if i had somewhere to hide today away
Spitting blood to the tune of the real slim shady on the ward
A digital folder of what i’d like you to handover to the ED staff
Don’t do anything illegal 

Alligator death roll on my heartstrings, i struggle to cry as a medication adverse event 
All that i am is the upped-ante, fighting for fighting. I have fingers five on each hand 
Improper rhythm to the speakingeasy, drinking beside the ambulance sardine choked.
A schizophrenic told me he lived for the sake of luffy finding the one piece there 
The beatdrop brain damage was all done every way but her way, my way, bite bite bite
Nothing makes any sense but i still do what i’m told by the expressed experts 
When I Die play “When I Die” at my “funeral”, just a party in the lounge thanks 
It’s what i would’ve should’ve could’ve wanted to have done, all done it did I 

Struck with a blunt object with all the violence of the concept of profound empathy
Piss slicked highway of life: Don’t get close to me, the reversed magician rabbitfoot
I got to be sinking down and grasping at needles in haystacks for stable support 
If i got nothing to say, i cry in the shitter of the old hospital they think about 
Knocking down, burning down the house waiting for heavy weather 
My prison walls are all running off in different directions against the rest of the world 
Never have i ever but i’ve done it all. I been dead i been poor, i been top of the world 
Don’t ask me because it don’t phase me, I’m the white tie trash in purple  

The guitar hanged itself. I remember midnight 8am 
Echolalia earworm Your body isn’t working right
Nobody owes you nothing I just wanna talk: bad number 
Take a suicide drive bitch The psychiatrist said the psychiatrist

London falling: they were human after all. The wrong way
All the genuine things. Oswald the lucky rabbit had a noose
And the right idea die. Rolling in his grave heart beating 
How telltale, i can never be left around a secret 
Like a babe around bleach. 
Who have i got to tell? I got nobody 
And nobody my body baby.   

Dazed and confused. I love you too. GCS 14 she said slut said shame and guilt
Gone fishing for a week, fishing for the other fish in the sea, see me see me now 
Paranoid. A collection of my worst episodes like the b side of some pop classics
Some source of delusion within me says that i’d make for great reality television 
The whole wide world is a one way slippery slope, walking with bound feet mute 
Nothing to do and nothing to hope for but a new hope. Haven’t rewatched in a bit 
My saturday night love affair with memories of orders and nerd loser shit fuck me 
Fuck me jesus, do it again.

Walking nude in the kitchen, crying into the teddy bear. Leaky kettle kinda morning at 2pm
I was only tearful, the sobbing isn’t allowed by the muscle relaxants, of course. Of course.
Rest in peace, so i waited to make breakfast until a few hours later. Muffled sounds
Trying to catch up on lost sleep on the rocking chair, leather in my earhole. Hello hello?
Another love before my time. Sometimes i think you wish you had not the history with him 
Real love is a sickness, what we do is secret. It’d be easier if you met each other yesterday 
Singing hank williams in the shower and wondering where the cheapest shampoo is.
Probably the chemist near the felafel joint in the city down from the psych  ward. 
Don’t talk about tomorrow, right now is all we got. Friends to enemies, friends to the usual.
Thinking about thinking about someone else. I got a lotta problems and i want somma yours
Not saying that yours are any easier, that’d be quite rude i think. A change of pace at least
A distraction or dissociation or vacation or a changed way of bottling it up in my way
I was thinking when i last saw my doctor about how it’d be easier if the future was the past 
Like it’d already happened and been reacted to. Future feelings fucked up but set in stone 
If the feelin is undeniable then they the kids will never be divided. Sham 69 yknow. 
But i imagine, i imagine, that it’d be easier if it was anyone else, someone good. Lou Reed. 
And waiting for another perfect day.  

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And for a goodly time i wondered if i was really my personal Macbeth 
I just can’t rightly stand it, semen levels and dark space cream cropt
Roped into a love language of ultraviolence and self sabotage
Hoist by her own petard the time slows to a grind, nose to the stone 
The rolling stone is alone, leaving here without you is the healthy option 
A case against the hydra, the nemean lion has a restraining order 
The butterfly wore foundation and flapt it’s fuckwings, fuck off and die 
Side two and track 7, one track mind and a broken record in stockstore 
Little ants scurry to pixelate the pagepaper carpeting the lonesome floor
I feel that i fell asleep to your secrets and the falling of the atom bomb 

Love and murder, no appetite. The bread with a mould growth fistsized grown overnight
Broken bones and i break the chains of selfunreliance. Who to trust if not yourself 
Money lies and i make my bed to lie in it. The new shopping mall was opened just 
Just for her wedding and i pissed blood into an open porcelain mouth  
Which witch bitch was with her, and the fucking lovers went wild for the television 
In order to hold a grudge you need a ghost with big hands big hands big man 
In tents, tent cities sprung up in a puff of tastely fucksmoke, how intense 
A can of coke broken over my lap just outside the emergency department 
This is not a love poem.

So glad. So many are dead, and many more still. An aphrodisiac on the dinner table
There was a bare chest, surgical  precision, i never want to do something like that again
Two sides to every story, “hallucination to romance” of a cruel guilty feeeeeling 
Boned down, a brow heavy with someelse’s sweat. Oh i wonder who that could be 
Get on down and listen to the taste of milk and honey, sleeping pills in the dawnbreak
My mind is another slum. Don’t ask me cause i don’t know how to know better 
Family friendly secretions, since you been gone the therapy went up the river 
Motorboat against the current because it’s easy to deceive a child dance death discount 
Hallucination on the nature of secrets themselves, echoes in the mirror’s waters.

Discussing the beliefs found through CPTSD experience and treatment
Pretty things on the way to hell, hell ride. Big Ted in a black body bag 
Danger to oneself and others would make for a great album name
The passenger took off his seatbelt and pissed into the wind  
New rat away, the hooks are in you now. Know this nothing else 
Child abuse is on my mind sitting pretty with pretty pills 
This is brainwash and this is love, this is good, this is good 

Think happy thoughts. State mandate: gay and frolicsome 
My way is my war. Slapstick comedy adverse drug events 
Emulation of a sexual climax on the arcade machine set 
It’s all in my mind, my mind, but i’m there too you see 
I’m late for a date and a prune and a box of laxettes 
My heart is pounding but i deal in dollars and change 
The meat of my death will be halal and rare red 
This is a drive by shooting my shot at predicting the future
Medicolegally unable to drive at any foreseeable point
Wound up in group therapy at 1130pm black out  
My providence is a sign of sickness how karmic 

Reset to zero down deep in the hole, down the shitter and into the fire 
The depth of another integer integral to the function of daily living 
The economy of nausea, what are the flowers even for pretty things 
Good for nothing scumfucking faggot freak, together is there strength 
The indecision is delusional parasitosis, infection from the poison bed 
Beds are burning in babylon, the baby babel tower went we we we 
Star pressure, hit it big oh mummy oh me and mine, mainline stream 
Of consciousness and a speedball and asleep on the porch floor home 
An experimental mental antidepressant called clark kent with the 
Radio one on  

Cut me open for the sake of breathing holes, a ghost in a shell sold by the seashore 
Put me to your ear and i will tell you all my secrets, eeyore and tigger disorder 
I don’t know about you but the dreams are a pickme poison, do you share his 
Dreams by means of proximity like doglitters with fleas, off into the undermoon 
(Forever 21 with the taste of alprazolam and black betty’s rotten dogteeth mouthly)
This lady is the fair de lune and the lunacy, the agony and the ecstasy, i am the animal 
Everything rhymes with the clockwork orange, rage and a child that looks like a deer
Oh dear oh dear i wish you were here, the bedroom is a pregnant emergency department 
He is just like a lover, i hope he is not my mirror schizophobe gnawing on the phone 
My med’s aren’t working and are twice the price as when i started working 
Eat my anal pussy hair 

Let me loose on the partygoers because good dogs get let off the leash at the dogpark 
If i did good then i did good for you by the name of you. What a little loner 
Close quarters combat with tongues and not much chance not much hope 
The crimson corsair in the crimson court. Drown town in my tears unshed my skin 
When the serpent’s egg hatch-t – wait, it already has - is this the idea of femininity 
I’m not evil, i am behind bars. 

Because of you. The favourite meals remained in the pity pantry. 
I try and i try. 
Sorry is a word as bitter as your tongue no matter the language.
Eating to starve 
The Guitar was touch starved and crying for its mother 
Lying kind 
Falling out of love with me myself and I penniless penis 
Blessed with 

A nervous breakdown reward at the newborn new year, janus in a panic 
The surefire cure to the amassing tumour trauma. Give me an answer 
#happy #beautiful #love. Dissonance face-wise, show me a wrinkle
All i’m saying is. 

Textured soundlikes, a wedding was held while the epileptic was choking 
Multiple organ failure, a miserable piece of shit. Agoraphobe in furs 
Sex sex sex, agoraphobia is an aphrodisiac. Who believed in learning 
From mistakes and miss-takes, an ace in the facehole, winning is this 
This is all i’m saying,. My body is moving and skinpicking it goes 
Young and looking to the sky for something like a nail in a boot 
All set for 50,000 leagues under the weather, the loving is so happy 
Original scent deodorant ramble, the skin is marble and scratches easily 
Listening to Eminem in the nautilus, i taste blood and choc chips 
Put a little love in someone’s heart and put a little hate in your own

That one mural made by that artist who died of aids, the thing and his double features 
Left unfinished was the map of the selfsame cityscape, even thought it was one and done 
Welcome to the shark’s mouth, it’s like a hotel lobby in here, happy to have not to dream of 
I’m getting better at getting worse: i am a worse judge of character and executioner i was 
Fit for human consumption and fit for human sacrifice she was.

There’s someone i met, she’s so close, almost you 
The sick and the dying, i feel a feeling almost blue 
Wishing for a piece of peace on earth, silence is this 
Because the hills have eyes i wander on the beaches 
The bodybag smell. If i smell the ocean i scent 
Innately i withdraw from the cadaver cologne 
Chocolate chip double tea bag cuppa on the wetted
Mattress and matted hair sticks to my sweated face
Soap opera daydreams make me, a rose i bent to smell 
If i could ever fall in love again, i’d cut out my tongue 
And serve it with a silver spoon to your boyfriend 

The very nature of secrets. What do you two think? 
I’m not even really asking a question. 
I imagine that you’ve kept some in your time 
Keeping secrets together maybe, like a couple with kids 
More often than not i want to talk about myself 
And i keep a lot of secrets myself. All my own
May i take some pride in that? I hardly tell 
And i have a horrid stutter and a propensity to forget 
But anyhow. What’s much the point of them anyhow?
I don’t know if you know the feeling, maybe it’s only me medically 
Got no reason to keep it. Like a terminally ill man saving money 
Keeping on the bandaid when you oughta rip it off.
The bandaid on the lid of pandora’s box maybe.
I shoulda told a lotta people a lotta things a lot earlier. 
And what about you, what do you two think. 
Anything to say on the matter?

 

The homoerotic tension of the average buddy cop flick (beans and rice on toast for dinner)
You love like men at work and children at play, making my tea to the tune of “slip it in”
So lucky to be in the witness box of love and war, all is fair in the arms of a teddy bear 
I don’t remember falling asleep, but i remember waking on the bathroom floor falling 
The nights running hot, what to do to earn the cold relief of cold itself, cold cold fish 
A heart full of rainbows and silver linings, minamata has met her. The fish begins to smell
Brainless and heartless, slide through my hands and into the horse pit   
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Antipsychotics offered 0313. Standard reversal agent
I thought about his hair, and wondered if the breeze
Was blowing the smoke in my direction i hoped 
The museum exhibit had sexcaped and lay in my 
Imaginary lap, like a dog with a bone and a daydream
And i loved him, in the order of three two one and gone 
I wasn’t medicolegally allowed to drive, i wanted to tell him
Ask him for a night drive, i never had that kinda taste in my mouth 
It’d be guilt tripping and i felt a bit bad about that, but why not 
I missed out on a lotta things, i get what i deserve, i earned this 

Much of most of anything feels underwhelming, are you understanding that 
Superrealistic magical delirium, these were my sex pants and you love it 
Psychotic experiences, pinky promise you’ll visit and i’ll scratch your back too
The black cubes follow each other like ants and pheromones i see you’ll see 
Monkey see monkey do the dishes and the laundry, build a home for the trees 
A home for you is a home for me, this land is your land, old man river running 
That’s a song that we shared, i love  that, but love is a dirty word, the dishes done 
I think i need some water, is it me? Nothing but intentions, i mean to think the best 
A series of black squares, maybe a net of grey lines spinning in place and places 
My my my i could be the follow-leader, Manson and his invisible tears tear me up 
Paper and ink and the damage done, down down down in the hole. I’m lucky to have
And lucky to have met you.

Drain you and drink you, thank you for picking up some bread on the way home, i know you’re busy 
I am another workload, the patient to the patients, i need your patience, i am a good nurse i am i am 
Compliant i can be if you need me to, i take the pink and i take the yellow, red hotting up in the west end
The baby’s drowning in the bathwater, toss it, save the money invested so far a far far father figure fuckt
 The happiest day i ever learned , i learned i could be loved and i was a natural born loser, a substitute 
I was and always will be, i am not an easy friend, a misery friend and you have two broken legs and a 
Good story to tell.

 

TV flavoured suicide, it better taste like you meant it. Ice cream bucket cumbrain  
This kinda life explosion, golden showers of bliss and self discovery, shower of hits 
Water boarding with cheap wine in a fancy college killing time and appetite for loving 
Lifesteal and the anorexic vampires made a dog’s dream dinner of it. Lentils and piss 
Bergen in the fridge. I paid for the tickets and i paid my dues, a piece of it i breathe in 
And breathe out, realising that i am a living thing walking ontop a glass ceiling 
May i have your attention please, i am so lonesome i could cry, the pills hit the stomach
Sugarcoated in mouthvomit that doesn’t come out of the closet, i make myself sexsick 
Slimshady under the shade of a heavy sweated brow. I am not doing alright 

At 4am, I woke, with no memory of falling asleep, upon a piece of wood on the seaside
A pallet from the factories and the warehouses down the main street, that kinda town 
I felt like a hook on a fishing rod, if that made any sense. No dollars to my name i found 
I wasn’t too far from the rental. Mental. The pain was reaching me, and it felt real bad 
Like VD running through all your nerves. A crab was walking beside me now, i was walking
The steps were parkinson puppeted, what had i taken? The usual evening medications 
As usual. How unusual to find myself somewhere else, a hermit ccrab outta a shell 
Vomit in my mouth, that tasted like bleach. Body bags, the sea reminds me of, dunno why 
I wanna go home and suck my thumb and hug a teddy bear and pickskin skinpick bleed
Goodnight moon and goodnight sand. 

All strung out, hung out to dry with the dirtsocks. 
 poet to poet, port to poet, and boy 2 man
I have a secret to tell (this is will ever last) 
Fondness made the heart grow, distance gave me 
The superhero in the shithouse, shitbox gave name 
More a name than i ever received 
What a gift, what a grift, i tore open my knee
And opened the doors of my home 
Bleeding on the shower floor 
Digging my ditch bitch 
You’re gonna reap just what you sow
A blight on your fields.

I trust a soldier with a gun like a butcher with my surgery 
Conan the barbarian got diagnosed with moral OCD
Daydreams of alien invaders between the cortices 
An eclipse by my high noon my moon is blue 
Untotal pereninal, in this candlelit love the sun daybreaks
Like a mothebird to its chicks i drink in the pose poison
Spit out the excess into your mouth, because the dog beware 
Sticks and stones may break my bones but i make my leanto 
Make do, i can’t do anything and i am a poseur and i don’t care 

I am scared and lonely half pregnant with a book full of fears

Magic spells and the smell of sweat and smoke, skin for me 
Daddy and the holy father, some things are made for the law 
A slower kind of love, a flower unplucked kind of love, set free
The boogeyman in the joy division dopamine bitch with white teeth
Dirty dirty delirium in the bedroom floor there are words and wiles
An idea to ponder by the lake found amongst my braincells 
Pornographic snipe shot in the prefrontal cortex, informational anal
Fear and fewer fewer less is less and more is more, hunger 

With apologies to the noble cephalopod, jellyfish babies are bowing to the kowtow king 
Skeletons in hospital beds, halloween is hallowed in these halls, disorientalism art work 
This just won’t work out i know it, don’t i know it, figure it, figure you and i and you 
I like to read japanese surrealism and comic books and see ptsd specialists weekly 
The young ones march lemminglike, historically recommended to go inpatient 
Passing on my passions to the paper, piss in my pillbox, a war in my head 
Creative frustration a national anthem of echolalia no location found here 
Everybody’s happy nowadays with the imaginary friends in the couch walls 
Put me in a padded cell, the call is coming from inside my hearthome, 
Dogshit by the fireplace      

The darkness laid a serpent egg in my eye folds, i woke at 1 am and 1 pm 
A mouthful of sulfur, a series of worms in my stomach it feels and felt again
Seizurific and beloved by all, but an acquired taste of the subconscious sperm 
The great white whale wiled away the night, staring at the spear in its speaker 
Sightjacking off and plugged into the electric imaginary friends, tight and whole
In the civil war the god is happy and well fed, fruit and labour juices are drunk 
Little trouble in the big man’s china, ultraviolence makes the world turn round 
In a roundabout way, the silence eats away its way to the east, sanity sanctuary 
Under my big umbrella, the terms and conditions of starvation addiction schtick
Left hanging and hurting like windchimes, music of the stomach gases break
Oh the humanity, horror and hypersexuality  

numbered, numbered, measured, divided
numbered, numbered, measured, divided
numbered, numbered, measured, divided
My forced awakening, my force all awake
The source of the hard sciences gets me on
And a stranger came to town, stranger still 
These things are fated to cross paths again 
This is an observable truth, Jesus whore 
God bothering and the door has no key 
Maggots in the adam’s apple she ate out 
Pregnant in the way of wasp nests again 
worms in her womb, worms made of sulfur
Some people are just rotten to the core 

Yellow magic on the tongue and over and under and over and out 
Smooth and smoother it mover and moves so many tongues speak
A dictator in a white suit and yellow coat, yum yum underbelly 
Eat the eastern horror, quit the quiet paranoia and break down doors 
My church will be full of qi and wizards with staff and aides 
The man on the little high chair, fat on the dragon’s hoard hill
Banned from the river song and the phoenix drowned in drugville 
The sounds of violas wrapt around my bones in shape and skeleton
A brick is a brick and all in harmony the temples build brainlike
Avantgarde oneself from the fears faced with blind eyes blind   

An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind 
Human sacrifice, one man blind tainted dirty sick 
Thousands of bibles printed with ants for ink sick 
Cry cry cry, genitalia are crucified in shame sad luck
Fall into the fade, pits of red and black and white 
Doom doom my soul is stained tainted my only one 
My one and only i gift this upon you, both human

Napalm under my hair and i am itching for the real thing, real human contact 
Psychostrip away the fancy skinlike outclothing our time is due and dullglows 
Germbomb and neurotoxic compulsion, up to full production of near madness 
Electronic texts and long distance masturbation between the brain hemispheres
Rattling my brain in my hands with the dice: i lost, double jeopardy oh pardon me 
Hoist by my own petard under the growing light of love and ceiling fans birthing 
A child with devil horns growing through its optic nerves treading water carefully 
Smoke under the water, green fires have grown on my rotting skin, lose the nuts 
And let slip the dogs of war, raw and hungry they are, brain melt and puddle by my 
Feet upon which i stand on a grave six feet over and under and under and over 
Tell my children that i am dead long before they were ever to meet me halfway    

The peace advocate, there is a raging war in as many heads as heads will roll on doomsday 
Shed a tear and shed your skin, naked to the sweetness of the violence in our work world
I fucking love a lust for live, it is cartoonish to believe in belief, licking up drug puddles
Who could be worth the wait i say to Didi and Gogo, bolivian marching powder brains 
Trainwaiting, i spy with my little eye a cheri love affair, marriage of muscle and meat
But i refuse to say the name, names have power said the young adult fantasy, really 

Crying behind the door with a gun in my hand, i am thirteen years old with blood
In my heroin and it all goes to my head, where black leather and jumpsuits live 
Love in the time of the festival, love in the time of endless bloodshed, shit on my prick  

Dirty dirty digital heaven, the music of a million razor blades makes me an orchestra in one 
The land we live and die upon is friend and foe, master of us all, sequestered in sunburnt 
Suburbia born, tyranny is found in your neighbours and all you best friends, static rays 
Time and location are radioactive, rags and riches collect on the outcroppings by the falloff
What to do when the world is falling past the moon, there is a farm and social isolation 
Cure my heart, it is good meat if not for the worms and the low protein, pray and prey
The new rot, the new mold, severe and slight, slight and severe, maso schism splitways 
Schizopsychopussy run run run, run your mouth and moths in the bloodstream 
The act of cutting yourself fine julienne, golden brown nosed and missing a part of me 
Just shrewed from the floors of moss and mold and white colours forever and ever   

Rudimentary Penis envy, money power and the inversion of this version of me 
Me myself and i, a woman all in black and white getting up on the dream rotation
Her body was broken and her mind long gone, my god and her head, my god gold 

Freedom freedom fever dream dreamt, on the mountains of me 
I was worried for a real moment there, mass and momentum 
This is the unlimited and ultimate rebellion, death in a handbag 
Every power is another kind of pretty pill, beauty with jagged edges
 I am nothing but sicker and weaker and poorer, hell on earth in me 
I sisgned the magna medicinal carta, i have a healthy relationship
Because all is fair in love and war, i surrender and i was only 
Following orders, the rats were in the steel butter, baby cheeses
Mother mary was probably a teen mum if she came round today 
Commin home in communication defunctionality dead dead dead  

A promise broken by the simple equation of equal and opposite reaction 
I tell you all my secrets, i am talking to a brick wall of berlin, my dear 
Video entertainment enters my brain through the optics of the situation
politics and bombs falling like snowflakes, learning fragility freely 
What have you got to lose living through nothing in the bedroom floor 
Voyeurism is the game, i am playing solitaire with tarot and bad luck dames
The age in which my heart is made of polystyrene, a barbed wire chain choker 
Wrapt around mother mother mother nature, it’s only natural too
Anger is an energy and his mind is in my blood, and this is good, this is   

Hello mr zebara, hello mr zebara, hello from me myself and I 
Barcoding up to the black and blues, masturbation blood sacrifice
Abuse my body and abuse the little loungeroom found in the aorta 
I don’t even care about self destruction anymore, no more no more 
Rose coloured homestyle, rose punkpink, high constant contrast 
I wrote the contract i signed, i am the devil i dealt with dead 
Take me down with you and i’ll see you on the way up again 
I am the miseryguts in a bath of needs and needles, needless
Mr manic and mrs depression, hail mary was sleeping in shit 
The soul is too corrupt and frail to return to the body breathing 
Horse power in the morning pep pills, put that on her grave 
In her grace she was a saturday morning cartoon villain 
The animal the abortion the alien

Straight from the gullet at the mouth of madness 
A lip of the cliff face, far to fall with pride in hand 
Unfinished emotional development floorscraps fed 
Bite the hand that feeds you, it’s just meat anyway 
Chew, devour, chew, devour, i am bored boring 
Brainbeat off rhythm inhale the exhalted one 
I don’t know where my world is, bored to death   

Martyr domination, outta the matrix and into the fire, my mary was merry and cured by smoke
Make my prediction and take my prescription, one 2 three 4, a fuckt up tradtion condtion  
It runs snakewise snailtrail through my devil double helix, lick the snaketongue back in a kiss
Men without women, me myself and i with the company of no one else no one else again 
It seems like you’ve been lonely forever, there’s blood trails through the silence black 
In a silent way i mourn, i mourn who i shoulda been, uncle ben stays dead in spiderman
An ugly ugly ugly kind of immortality, the darkness comes and it’s psychosupersexual 
Herr giger drinking my piss, the infantry march with legs made of carpentry tools, touch me    

The healers and the million dead. Million more, million more, painted black and white 
Up and down like the call of nature to the empires, it bleeds for 5 days and still doesn’t die 
A timeless classic with paper scraps between one’s teeth, the skin is cold and burning up 
The nights get hotter than the days since the end of the war, the wall i faced with a smile 
“Will you marry me” i asked upon my rifle bore and the bullet holes children it bore 
Love isn’t a sexual thing for the real lovers, this thing is no woman but i don’t mind 
Ugly ugly ugly, dirty dirty dirty, a source of infection but the bonesaws are green clean 
ouch

Love me touch the sky, i broke the glass ceiling for nobody else with a third a magazine 
A window to the world i’d never touch again, this is poison in a pill for a giant,, dear me 
Padded cell, letters to the brain are found in folders by date and hour, month and year 
I’m in my grave, it’s nice all round, begging for food money, this is my dignity on display 
Display the names of god, all thousand of them, on a series of metal fleeces golden 
Green gills in the blues of my very own ocean, red and yellow flags feeling dear dread
Submission to my subhuman mission, the style of suicide i have chosen for me and us
Living like enki on the man i made myself into, living on an island of meat and meet me 
Halfway housing the song was sung and the hair crown gathered its children and nested  
Itself on the stigmata and the stigma of a flower blooming from the remains of a heart 

Not much chance, never any hope. No family man, a bleed that tastes like milkhoney 
This lady and her son, a dream merchant bought out all the stock, mom and pop shop
A princess with alopecia at the top of the wizard’s tower, suicide knighthood nightly 
I have no reason for doubt, all apologies and supplication multiplies itself in my womb
My new entertainment is another definition in the big law book, struggle struggle hell 
Desperation o’clock, sulfur and the months flutter moth wing’d, pandora’s anthrax box
Squeeze box, the thing is, the things i’m doing ain’t good for my health, cleaned out god
Human Godliness is equal to the essence of evil, apotheosis from the deathbirthbed 
Gunshot gunshot, the apollo missions led by an amputee from the otherside of magic 
Madness madness maddening is the isolation, edging out the shape of love-hated me 
This heart beats for nobody, plaything puppeteer of mind soul solely suck off this 
The teat of meat and bloodflesh, flies fall from the milk ducts, it’s all gone red.
This is blood.

Satelightweight, ink and beauty
Look me in the eye when you say it
I hand you a piece of paper with a 
Mask and a what’s the matter 
Goodbye for a forever or so 
Stumble home into the loveseat 
Backseat driver playing third wheel
Playing with some heartstrings 
His face was cut into pieces and
Placed on the letterpage given 
Goodbye gift, the sun shone breathily
Radio static on my prefrontal face
3out of 5, another gone so far 
Visual snow on my hidden heart, so cold
Oh no, she’s spent the night alone 
A social circle like that of salt and sigil
See me bleed me, black humours grow 
Gallows humour so far in advance 

Love you, animal thing. I am nothing and i want somebody
Let me down and back to the wolves, snowbitten bleeding 
It’s hot out today, i am so lonely. My sealegs got lost at sea
Chew on this, see them run ragged. The source of art suffering 
I don’t want anyone else. The duality of man, you are two 
Dreaming dreaming, broken legs i can’t escape you. I want 
And desire is the root of all suffering, all on my lonesome 
21 years ago, just another imperfection: reap what you rape 
Reap what you sow, i pray to something karmic spinning 
Out of battery my electric dreamer. Sheep they are walkmarch
Mad as!

The sweetness of the 220 perhour; my temptation tastes like dresstable tassels 
7 degrees of separation between the firefighter and the foetus and his teddy bear 
Leaking the green glow from my fingertips and my phallic metaphors fuck this 
A marriage between a man and the wounds the dog licked. Cowlicked and childlike
Born with it, pigeons have magnet heads and i am a badluck magnetism prism 
In my head and in your hair, get on the dirge drive nerves, funeral times 
History rhyming: i wish for a written apology from providence and calamity 
How would you feel when the doors come down, how would you feel 
Eating out tonite, night pussy. Craving a meal, getting a snack 
The moon was silver and thin as mercury in your palm, the temptation  
It builds character but don’t be so hard on yourself. Function over form 
The body is a temple but it’s more a social thing than a place of worship

Welcome home to the place of work, it won’t work out 
Should i stay, this is a social construct, heading out 
Blood shit and glory. Eat it up mr personal sexcurity 
Curiosity killed the population of my lone ranger company 
Weakness. This is chemical warfare, hormonal and hexed
My magic is here for a spell, nap time for dr strangelove 
Darlin sitting on  the edge of a teacup, self critical too far 
Don’t you want to drown, draw me a blood bag for supper
Draw me like a french girl, satre, long and drawn out 
Elvis’s backroom, this is my life forever 

168 colours. She came home crying. The name of the paper was genevive 
I’ve been practicing my memory. Or at least she was close to tears, close 
All in honest fun. Life is sometimes thrust upon you. An ounce of something 
Overpopulation baby fever. Someone let out the plug in the sharehouse kitty 
Sweat, i’m sorry about that. The panic attack spareroom, and those old medicines
Splinter god damn. Hate and love, let’s let this be the perfect day. Mother 
Father sister brother, a cousin to a beggar begging, choosing. Roulette wheels
On the 6 year old car owned by her halflover, maybe. Leading the charge 
And outta battery. All steam ahead and a full assault on the senses, chocolate   

Nostalgia is a rose wine with rosy cheeks and a silver tongue
Poison magnetism the gravity radiating from the sun in my eyes
6 inching forward and backwards progress is made in art and craft
Feel and fill me up, touch me and the pain will be a final decision 
Mighty decisions question the law and life is a longer thing than this
Fading in and out, in and out, of consciousness and the panopticon 
You look like you’ve seen a ghost, give it up and tell the truth
Daddy’s little girl, she had a knife and a bad bad bad dream (hair day)
Big bill got blasphemed i know exactly what real evil can be 
I want to fit my complex into a simple little labyrinth the demon lays
Lazy sod, dying on the bed sheetless no shit, time is resuming 
Bambi was born last night.

One whole self deep in the hole. A lotta 3s and 9s 
I got no reason. Find me please. Please me please
Human contact on three occassions on the calendar 
Down and out of the mind that keeps me in mind 
27 miles high weaponising my emotions and suchlike
A one inch mountain of flesh and i love you so much
The brittle bitpieces of my partipiece soul are all in hock
This poem is about the idea of a girl and the sense of 
Fragility, i am not the picture of health and wellbeing 
And that nice young man asked me for his picture 
There are drafts in 3s and 9s, no hope for hopeless me
Wisher wisher walls have eyes, i wished upon this girl  

I’m on the drug that keeps me flowing like the river running wet and dry 
Oil and water don’t mix, i have filled my brain with paint and lentil soup 
I’m waiting for something in particular and nothing at all can sate this 
26$ in my prefrontal cortex, for context i am the sickness spreading sexly 
Waiting for the bolivian army for the war inside my head to run its course 

This poem is about vampires and ghosts with a body full of pain
And i was just about ready to get back onto hating and hating again
If found please return to the poison of the status quo, quote me 
If found please return the pieces of my heart to the warmhome here 
The guitar, the bed, the “favourite meals” and cheapskate habits 
Pure pissfuck poison, my lover gives to me, and i loved her 
I was sitting on the wall with humpty dumpty when i told her 
Bus stop cheri love affair in downtown chernobyl knight shining 
The night was young and i was too much too, so was she 
My heart wasn’t bleeding, only crying for the want of you 
Dark storm clouds came on my face (turning japanese)
The devil wars in my head, the devil wears lovelocked lace
I was on the front cover as a substitute for a god goodly man  
And for a goodly time i was a new technology 
Crash and burn and meet the burning cock of the winter sun