I awoke from the disturbing dream with a clue as to how I wanted to write… Now I find myself struck by a lack of inspiration… It flowed out of me one minute, but then subsided as the frenzy lost its momentum… I write some disturbing stuff to launch it from my brain to yours… This is my sickness, my crude artistic merit under layers of bitter wit and droll humor, but I strive forward even as I feel I am only writing to a limited audience… Sleep has become a sport for edging closer to the remaining ideas intermingling within me… The dreams a harbinger for unreal ideas made out of pictures visualized in this state of listlessness… Does this shell feel as I do?… I sit and wonder where I am going with these ideas… The …
Here we are, the amassed, waiting to be saved from some imagined inevitable fury. Waiting for the grace of angels to guide us away beyond fear. Fearing the intrusion of our collective wisdom through fables and an idiotic literal interpretation of stories. Storytelling is the art of the free mind, to accept the damage done, and piece together the remains into a cohesive entity. A living breathing organism from which we can objectively face our greatest fears in an organized manner befitting a civilized culture. Culture really just eats away at our sense of individual freedom as we give ourselves over to something other than our own dreams of progress. Progressing beyond a vortex where we can live out the purest forms of ourselves at the peak of existence. Existing as beings of insight possessing a true understanding of …
alcohol and tobacco in hand, I digress on this plane of existence… pray for your friends if you need to, but I feel that you may have to pray for some perspective for yourself… suffering for the greater good has only gotten us all closer to the end of things… the only legal drugs through the ridiculous ‘Merican values that some of us are subjects to… oh how we have been lamed into thinking this is it, the apex of abnormal society, and yet the hidden agenda goes on and on… we have been lead lemming-like into the cesspool of genetic destiny manifested by manipulating hands… skeletal totems decree it so, and we have become so totally fascinated by their irate leanings towards conformity… the fiefdom must fall, or maybe all will be subjected to the same fate that …
verse one-
to dust, decay
to settle away
vacant for the past
extremely serene
under the dreams
of selfish things to last
silence in the violence
of words unsaid
bruise marks that
mark the dead
to figure out
what’s lost in my head
before wilting away
to dust and decay
chorus~
protesting
apocalyptic profanity
hyping on about misanthropy
infecting the mass disease
on a wasted biology
your god, a hateful entity
my god, something I will to be
justice for suffering…
verse two-
is that what
they’re trying to teach us
through preachers of disbelief
creating thoughts that betray us
acting as thieves
the puppets dangling in their puppetry
verse three-
puppets that soon forget
what words betray
to say restrained is
the mind-at-large
a mind in fear
scream it all so that all may hear
let it roam around humanity
for honesty’s sake
verse four-
it’s not very kind to scare you like this
cosmic killing jokes aside
these forms starting out
these forms that we reside within
more than self-aware shit and piss
can’t exist under these constraints
‘conform to this,’ cries the …
