Saturday, March 27, 2010
The moment when you look at the sky at twilight and realise for the thousandths time how alone in the world we really are. The pink tinged clouds absorb you and you wish you could bleed into the clouds and paint the sky red before the sun sets on the city you hate so much.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Through a thousands moments, they'll all be gone
In the morning it's all just dirt
It's funny how an idea can be so worshiped and heart fluttering-ly wonderful
Just to be messed up like a newspaper left out in a storm
Drink Plenty Of Liquor
It's A Full Days Work
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Last night I was talking in my sleep
I was discussing wine
You suggested shiraz
And I was happy with your taste
When I see the Autumn leaves
Dying slowly on the tree
Soon the leaves will wither and fall
Giving way to Winter frost
The sky sings to you
Here comes another great sordid calm
All my love
Am I lost?
I can taste rain
And feel it on my face
You picked me up on a dark winter day
Your car was warm
And I expected this to be always
Monday, March 15, 2010
So much has happened over the past week and a half, it feels as though it has lasted a month. In the past week I have lost my home, my possesions and my Snowy (greatest dog ever to have lived.) God damn it Snowy you mad cunt. All to the hands of my Dad. Thanks Dad! You're such a great parent! :)
I'm fucking pissed the fuck off.
This was infact night 12 of couch surfing. I hate this shit. I want my fucking clothes. Bawwwwww.
Bludgeon you to death with a claw hammer, take a potatoe peeler to your finger nails, stomp on your cunting head, smash in your half-rotten teeth, poor candle wax in your ugly fucking eyes and shit fucking rageeeeee.
YOU FUCKING PATHETIC WASTE OF OXEGYN DIE CUNT DIE
It's not all that bad, I'm eternally grateful to some good friends who have let me sleep on their beds/couches.
Over the past few nights me and some mad cunt have been watching Lord Of The Rings and I have to say they are some of the best fantasty movies ever. Of corse the books were better but the movies fucking RAPE BABIES AND KICK ASS.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
My monument is progressing. Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all means you’ll be alive. But not intact. I’ve sewn your lips to smile.
With your own defecation on your lips I’ll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face
Abnormally disfigured designs. You observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted.
You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel. And my license to kill.
Anal seepage flowing. I can’t repress the urge.
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth.
Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal. I’m alive.
She cried out helplessly again.
I ripped her limb from fucking limb. Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth.
I will spit right in your fucking face.
How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist.
You will never fuck again.
My scalpel gleams. My attention cast aside.
Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. Byproducts of digestion soak the floor.
I’m searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste.
Flowing in your jugular.
The heart is pumping faster.
As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice.
The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work.
No anesthesia applied.
This will be everlasting.
In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered
Friends are so alarming
My lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street
People dressed in plastic bags
Some kind of fashion
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm a shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
schmatte, schmatte, schmatte -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah
Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered
Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter