but then who're you gonna kill after everyone is dead?

 

choking on the bones of christ

 

got there too late, no one alive

 

the absolute hell of being all you can be

 

In defense of my unpopularity,

I've read a selection of what is considered "popular" these days,

and a lot of it is fairly craptacular.

Just sayin'.

man who owns the country killing those with nothing because he can

 

NEW WORK AT

THE HEMLOCK

a lot of killing & dying

 

nothing but fools preaching the wisdom of false gods

 

ALL GRAVY, ALL THE TIME

like it was the first time

 

everyone says you're going to die someday

 

everything you believe in, divided by zero

 

all the motherfuckers in the world, and you

 

BUY

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everyone says your god is dead

 

i would place you against the flawless blue sky and call you beautiful

 

IT'S ALL HAPPENING AT

YELLOW MAMA   #117

HERE

angel of thirst vs. the angel of dust

 

the idea of joy confused with the idea of pain

 

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and maybe you're born an addict, or maybe you just die that way

 

and you know that everything i've ever written is a lie

 

everyone's a minor god, a junkie, a failed prophet

 

like sucking marrow from the bones of the past; like that

 

despair as the drug of motherfuckers

 

truth is never truth until it actually happens

 

can you be a man who builds bombs and also be a man who believes in god?

WORDS, SURROUNDED BY WORDS

 

message to the good thief, who died for no one’s sins

 

An interesting assessment from the publisher.

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he lives but he’s dead and she pulls the trigger

 

NEW WORK AT

LAROLA

[a happy death until i die]

 

everything broken will never be fixed

 

GOOD LUCK FINDING THESE

 

we were there, wrong place at the wrong time, digging for picasso

 

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NO GODS/NO FEAR OF GODS

 

incantation for the refused

 

you will spend your entire life being stained by the filth of strangers

 

all of the wars you're destined to lose, laid end to end

  

frankie b says he understands our pain

 

NEW MINI

the truth is only a blurred photograph of ghosts caught in the act of turning away

 

DON'T BE AFRAID

OF THE TRUTH

you make me laugh

 

even the plague years won't last forever

 

choking on the bones of lesser gods

 

the beginning and the end, in terms you can understand