PERFECTING THOSE BLOW JOB SKILLS?

Keep practicing, little man!

Don't give up!

INBREEDER UPRISING

Stop by.  Let them know what you think.  

Use small words, I'd guess.....

MY SECRET REASONS

SOMEDAY YOU WILL DIE IN THIS PLACE

frost

finds joy in music and

                in silence

sits in the same blue room his

marriage fell apart in

but no longer writes about it

those days are dead and gone,

like kahlo and pollock,

like ernst, and the

sky here bleeds beyond its borders

the woman he loves sends him

letters from 3000 miles away

he goes to bed depressed,

wakes up frightened,

stumbles out into the painful

light of too many ordinary hells

wonders when time

became the enemy

why his scars are only

beautiful when no one else

can see them

YOUR FALSE KING IS A DYING WHORE

A NATION OF MILLIONS IS DYING WHILE YOU DREAM

EDUCATE YOURSELF, BE BETTER THAN YOUR FUCKSTAIN GOV'T

miro's gun

minotaur at the water’s edge,

end of winter,  a
direct hit

the days all laid out in

delicate tangled webs of
silence & despair and
fear is a weapon, yes,
but not yours

the hands can be broken,

the heart pulled out

the children can be

made to sing

show them their

mother on fire

let them see the

humor in human misery

all of these fuckers who will

tell you that they’re not
monsters, and what they all
have in common is that
they’re monsters

all of these gods

demanding your obedience

your money

you call it politics or

you call it religion and
                      either way
                        you bleed

THE ENIGMA OF COWARDICE DISGUISED AS STRENGTH

DO THE OTHERS REALLY MEAN TO DO US HARM?

WAITING PATIENTLY FOR THE CORPSE OF THE FUTURE TO ARRIVE

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diogones

and nothing and

nothing and then ten
below zero at five thirty in the morning

  

no FOR or AGAINST

no TOWARDS or AWAY

  

am just trying to remember how to

breathe and how to be

am through believing in gods

in heroes

am moving from room to room
with absolute clarity and i  

need a gun or a window or the

doorway to a different kingdom

need to be a fist

a believer in those happy

days of open wounds

a priest waiting to

fuck or be fucked

  

i would give you hope if i could

just for the pleasure of
taking it away again

THE BEGINNING IS THE END

THE EMPEROR OF LITTLE DEATHS LOVES YOU

A CLENCHED FIST PUNCHING A BRICK WALL

HARBINGER

ASYLUM

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LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BURN

NOWHERE, AND HOW WE GOT THERE

YOU, IN YOUR WISDOM

EVERYTHING IN YOUR LIFE IS JUST A PREMONITION OF YOUR DEATH

BELIEVING IN THE PAST PERFECT

BABYLUNG

DRIVE CAREFULLY SAVE A LIFE

BECAUSE GOD HATES YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKER

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A CASUAL VIOLENCE

ANOTHER MORTAL SONG, ANOTHER SILENT ENDING

and laughter and meaningless joy

the storm and then the

silence before the storm that follows



pale yellow skies over car crashes

and prayers and the

steady buzz of insects



the river

where your son took his life



the hills repeating themselves

endlessly in all directions



you get tired of being told

what to do but so what?



your choices come down to a

diet of bitter shit or a

diet of starvation, and even these

are offered grudgingly



and so you live or you

die and the world keeps

crawling forward



the house on fire

becomes

the palace of ashes



call it home



dig your grave



you have a long life ahead

of you still, but

it’s best to be prepared

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A BARREN FIELD, A DEAD LAWN

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