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Purple Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's on the floor on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands like thunder it rings in her ears slapping thunder splashing in the puddles of her tears lungs heaving from the crashing dying dreaming that was ripped from her heart while BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy here, on this clean tile floor. Now there is a hole inside, where the ghosts and demons hide, whispering white wilting words of woe, hungry ugly crunchy things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS. in her head her mother whispers "spreading like a whore". weeping wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and dead with dreaming, wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more. |
| Cutman THAT LITTLE BASTARD, with his tricks and vile forms of play hacking shaving slicing mutillating all that will yield before him or that gets in his way. LITTLE ANDROID MAN HALF THE SIZE THAT I AM SCISSORS ON HIS HEAD SCCCIIISSSOOORRRRSSSSS ON HIS FUCKING HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Little android man-born without a soul without that force of reason- the scissors took control. Little android man- born without a heart if he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart! Here he comes there's no line it's just a game Don't look back he's right behind and here's my piece of mind. (cut cut cutcut cut cut cutcut) little android man, born without a soul without the voice of reason the scissors took control! little android man, born without a heart anything around him he'll simply tear apart. robotic retard counts his fingers 1 2 3 4 LITTLE ANDROID MAN NEVER- NEVER - NEVER TRUST A LITTLE ANDROID MAN HE'LL CUT CUT CUT CUT |
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Seven Tentacles and Eight Flames I'm mesmerized, a servant of the light, servant to the red and blue, the green, yellow and white. They linger in so lovingly to songs so gay i SCREAM!!! brighter than the stars themselves and sweeter than ice cream. the masses meld, the titans come, a crowd torn asunder to a quivering mass, they smile down to me and devour my face and hEAD!!!!! and everything - was washed away, i was bathed in a light screaming i won't break! WHITE!!!!! PUREST LIGHT!!! clean again but limited. aahhgfhgkuuuuuuukgfffffkluklyfj!!!!!! illu min ated hun gry smiles ca ter pillars and croc o diles light bulb flash pulse bright night bright light- everyone's fucked THINGS NEVER CHANGE just re-arrange like a suicide it's do or die IT'S COMING DOWN AGAIN like a grain of sand it's in your eye now you're blind. |
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Bunnies And a beef will rise again, broken machine in his hand. Ten words: snapping bunnies twitching gurgling forget the bombs in your eyes. Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies SMASH/SPLAT those fucking bunnies. Send them information in a sensationalist manner, THEY CORRUPT. Heads snapping and misspelling eyes twitching in response to the sound of the words. Red world-like words zooming boiling. Moons in the shallow sky. Roaring with whispers to the tiny bunnies SPLAT/SQUISH those fucking bunnies. Twitching bleeding screaming bring the hammer down. Screaming bunnies bleeding bloody bunnies smeared across the ground. Drool spilling down his chin unto his beard as he screams red words at A blank and pointless sky of mothers. Red words popping and crackling black. Ten words: Snapping bunnies twitching gurgling forget the bombs IN YOUR EYES. Forget the bombs in your eyes. Speak the words to crack open the sky |
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Big Blue Violence .....and on came a dawn..... YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red. it was all pedal down full speed anticipation- burning my belly, the scent and the hunger- waves crashing through amber coasts, twilight drives pacify ........and then ignite. all the stars gave way to a big blue violence, all the stars gave way to a big blue violence, everything like a gem perfect like we've always wanted. in the crack of dawn ocean air told me things, this was what i had been waiting for, HER DO OR DIE APPEALED TO MY SENSIBILITIES, APPEALED TO ME- LIKE A SMACK, That's right-do or die, i came back different |
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Handsome Shoved His Gloves a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a downward spiral trails of charcoal trails of gray half burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now. as scary as bees with the heads of raccoons, we seem to have split the embryo too soon. shape shifters bulging splitting reveal the underneath flaming stars, falling sky falling on me. shape shifter splays his face again a terrible bargain smoking birds dropping from the sky plummeting PLUMMETING! -and handsome shoved his gloves, with a fist he fed you reasons, brought you down from up above, made you strong but left you kneeling......this circuitry works best...........this circuitry works best..........this circuitry works best.... -and handsome shoved his gloves, with a fist he fed you reasons, brought you down from up above, made you strong but left you kneeling. |
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The Immense Defecation of the Bunt This suffering must come to and end! These razors within me must be expelled! Whoever dreamed such a glorious dream, that a tremendous expulsion could bring me such joy? The release of the pressure, an end to the suffering, a warm, moist feeling as I leave you behind. The glorious emptiness within me brings tears to my eyes, but now it must be filled with the giver of life. Gorge myself with its sweetness, keep it all for myself. There is none left for you, I am not yet complete. I must devour you as well, your life's blood will become a part of me. Become a part of me, for I'm the almighty Bunt. |
| Pol's Voice Its name mocks its silence, a worthless beast born to violence ears and whiskers flapping as its yellow flesh comes slapping across the rank filth of this ancient subterranean floor. its hate knows no bounds as its home knows no sounds (but the) FLAPPING-SLAPPING-SPLATTING OF ITS- YELLOW- FLESH. *i am the herald of light* I withdraw a shining glory, a single loving-end of story, the only weakness, a grace like wings, my bow sings. *UNLEASHED* and in the silver light my arrows take flight *UNLEASHED* splits pols voices head and spills its thoughts and dreams *UNLEASHED* in crimson red across this floor *UNLEASHED* a host of yellow bodies comes crashing to my feet NEAT! A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles A HoSt oF sLapPinG YellOW BodieS cOMEs CrAsHINg iN cRImsoN PIles RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR OWN VOICE RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY RUNNING AWAY FROM POLS VOICE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! |
| The Legend of the Flower of Woe this i know, there is one who captures me, for an age i stared at the heart of the moon, rise and fall rise and fall. i close my eyes i wish for freedom when i open my eyes i found myself asleep. the emptiness of my eyes the memory of moonlight whispers seductively. worlds away worlds away worlds away. trying to forget i looked in the heart of each perfect star each so full of myriad wonders of their own. but in the night one cannot deny her, there can be no shadows without her defining light. my life became a dream as it sank into the void of the fantasy i constructed from her intangible attributes from which i awoke i had to again learn to see. she is cold, she does not have the power to sustain my life, upon her i would die. love non absolute love. love imperfect love. love non absolute love. love imperfect love. an inner closeness a mutual respect the power of trust the thunder of laughter shared words, we are the same, we are so different. i dared not look at her speak to her but i did. i dared not look at her speak to her but i did. fact's a fact, man was not meant for the moon, this one fear, it was like an open wound. we are so close, the distance between us is a kiss, a kiss that does not exist, a soft gentle petal flying on the wild wings of the wind. a single petal from the violent grace of the flower of woe. may we all vomit at the stench of its perfume. |
| Stabbers of the Knife by Kenny Pelts warm flesh and oh so smooth skin TWINS a sun and moon I could have been anything leading the armies of the free or building the great elaborate id. but one of them i dared to love so long without defense my eyes went white and blind. now i know -only two, two wretched sisters fucking-lying sisters woe and hate. the ghost of a carcass, chipped away its morsels RED + WET losing warmth RED + WET cleaved, hacked from my back RED + WET yielded from me by a stabber of the knife. THRUSTING/ PUSHING/ FORCING/ SPREADING/ THE HEART/ OF ME/ CONCEPTUAL KNIVES/ COLD INSIDE/ FUCKING ME/ KNIVES/ FUCKING ME/ THRUSTING/ PROBING/ DEEPLY/ SLOWLY/ FROM HER/ SWEET RIGID DEVICE and one of them i dared to love so long without defense my eyes went white and blind my eyes went white and blind my eyes went white and blind. TO ALL THIS i SPIT AND LEER, CHEERING VAGUE OBScENITIES IN AN EMPTY ROOM..... ON A DIRTY FLOOR.... WRITING PAGAN POETRY ON MY BIRTHDAY CARD, ANOTHER DAMN BIRTHDAY CARD SPLINTERS.... WRITING HOLIDAY COMMENTARY. |
| In the Wake of the Bunt debris, dirt disease, we've been brought to our knees, anything and everything is torn away. our world turned upside down and torn to the ground, shaking thanking god for surviving this day. IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT! tattered masses digging through the remains of the lives come and gone. that elusive light broken and reborn a brotherhood combines by the fury in our eyes. giant, looming all consuming the bunt strikes like lightning citizens feel fear! The world turned upside and and torn to the ground shaking, thanking god for surviving this day. IN THE WAKE OF THE BUNT! hearts aflame- we call the name -of justice- and nothing more. strike up the song- and scream along- vengeance will be ours-THIS TIME IT'S WAR! we set upon its quivering mass and at last the moment has come shaking voices cry as innocents die avenging their poor broken homes with fury and violence we strike down she who defies us-bodies reach a horrible sum then its horrible eyes lock on our thighs like they were appetizers in a feast to come. THEN OPENS THE MAW OF THAT WRETCHED BEAST!!! dear god help us it wants to consume us eating the flesh of those on the hunt peeling skin from my bones i want to go home..... dun dun dun dun In the wake of the bunt! x2 we set upon its quivering mass and at last the moment has come shaking voices cry as innocents die avenging their poor broken homes with fury and violence we strike down she who defies us-bodies reach a horrible sum then its horrible eyes lock on our thighs like they were appetizers in a feast to come. |