Polydrug PhilosophyFine. So maybe I can't be anything can't be anywhere (really) and can't stand anyone maybe happiness is denied as well, save the blasts that are almost more a reveling in the absurdity a revulsion at the state of the worldPolydrug Philosophy
Let's melt these neurons caffeine pill and cloved cigarette and squat glass of sour intoxicating liquor thud and whine of hard music life is more apparant in the killing than the living
Trapped in a hot apartment behind sunglasses inside eyes that see flickers and rainbows in places where there is only one color &nb
I Want to Stop the Train"casle masle ooch nagga ibi ubi" while throwing sand from the beach which is the stereotypical place for mystical dreamy melancholy scenes, but today we are having a hebephrenic one. And the train cleared the sand from it's track, and left a path of metal. I lay down across it and the sand flowed down again and buried me, but the babbler unburied me, and shared more words, "ooosoo, oosoo bishna usundu." And I died and little pieces of me flowed out to sea. But the babbler combed the beach for them and reassembled me. And I realized I would never be happy and the babbler would never be sad, so I fell in love. And then I was very sad, but she wI Want to Stop the Train
Fusil PointMake my every word a weapon, every sentence a strategy let me plan in paragraphs, fight a furious elegy invasions weren't repeled, and last all we held was a vision, upheld, but soon to be lost unless victory appear, doom at any cost compress and shear, do many fear blitzkrieg through the ear?Fusil Point
Can we find the capability? Will we be fine with the culpability? Or do we lack the fuel and fervor for a furious assult? Be riotous, soul, as you melt, and run to the engines, solidify in the molds of a new generation of sharp symbols
A missile immune to s
Stratospheric DoorwayA very soft whisper of something synthesizing a sonorous symphony. It suggests a seduction, an illusion of tense closeness, of nursing heart health into heavy over-syllables that can rule whole paragraphs. A pagination error erases every asset from the books. I took what wasn't mine, wherever I went, just like we all take whatever we want, whenever. Why? I had to, can't handle it, encapsulating my caputures into copies of the pictures of big chores that accomplished. Ack! moi parle love, but in a strange dialect, straight direct, strangling dance, stratospheric doorway into a clear realm of whispering wind, of a symphony of cleansing calm.Stratospheric Doorway
Living wineYou equal PigWhat's the information that your seeking Will your mind speak it, or are you still thinking Something that is beyond your control Too long to throw away your filthy life You worked hard to get the title of a pig.You equal Pig
You run into a pen filled with dirty mud You eat the remains of another animal's blood Never a thought to wash yourself Your brain is clean, but your head is covered in sloth.
The opinions you seek is distinctivly weak The sense you think you have is insane And your heart is only playing a complicated game You can't rumage through the trash Wi
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Just thought I'd throw in my
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"A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."
F. Nietzsche.
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My new account ~materiae
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°°°°Have you heard the serenade of the moon on the night without stars?°°°~
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In a world so hollow, your breaking my heart.
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