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My ghost is lonely

All caught up in fright

Drink from the bottle

Whos whoredom has stuttered

Blood, bone and semen

All caught up in this ocean

Live wired dreams working in the real

Masks, smoke and mirrors

Begging to begin

Their trickery and longing

To debunk the plan

I knew it from the end

Inner demons fighting

To keep the devil at bay

But surely this is merely

A copy of a copy

A silly hex

Another day is red nothing

Rolling into the next

Bubble, Pull, Choke.

The trees wither and rot

A baby is born into a river of snot

Swine flu and congealing blood

Soon the cities will all flood

People mill around for hours and hours

They don't know of my hidden powers

I darken my heart and blacken my soul

As I direct a car into a metal pole

The metal screeches and wheels turn

I laugh manically as the family burns

I rise into the sky and let out a squeal

I dive into a hooker and cop a feel

She screams, she cries, she runs

But it's too late, I've got a gun

The safety clicks

The bitch shits bricks

I shoot her in the cunt

And stub out my blunt

Without a second thought

I continue to walk

Along a dark street sprayed with pale

I steal a boat

By cutting some cunts throat

Then proceed to set sail

Super Mega Bong Time.

You know when you feel like you're floating and the room is spinning?

n_______n

I love this.

Stab Wound Orgasm.

The flowers are forever sodden

The heart forever stained

The blade is never sharp enough

To over ride the pain

From autumn days

To winter clouds so grey

For this spark of hope

I would have to fucking pay

There is a price

Of high ideals and looking nice

I hope you choke you fucking cunt

You will never possess anything that I want

Feeling ill, living in dirt

Stumbling through a concrete hell

Time spent protected from the hurt

Just keeps me from getting well

False emotions inside hollow heads

Remind me of dead flowers in a garden bed

It's a story told over

A life wasted is a life spent sober

The mirror is shattered

The illusion is broken

The kiss is meaningless

No truth is ever spoken

We Wont Relaxe Our Axe

So, Sinead and I accidentally wrote a song:

Fuckin' relaxe or I'll axe you wit mah axe,

Yeah dawgggg we aint frontin for no frills

Sit the fuck down or therez an axe in ya grill

Ya blood be spilled

Axe. Hate. In ya tooth ache, axe you in tha tooth,

theres ya proof, dont relaxe the axe, blood spillin,

mah axe be chillin,

Axe in my hand, bitches at da stand.

Relaxein' or not, i'll be axein ya tooth rot.

You guys think we will succeed? : D

Circles.

So right, August 3rd 2008. What were you doing on this day?

I bet you can't recall. Uh huh, you can't.

I was spaced out on benzos in some bullshit white room. Marijuana induced paranoia. Bat shit paranoid of death I tells you.

Alright. Okay.

So, a few months ago, I don't even remember how many, I started smoking this godly substance again. Everyday, every night and oh sweet Jesus it felt good.

The catch is, smoking all this pot is making me bitch out again. So, as of today I am quitting all over again. I have spent today and tonight sober. It just seems to fit. I felt like announcing this to you all. Wish me luck.