born of

the simplish little haircut man i glimpsed at for
nothing at in the funnypapers that ought day forgotten
that brilliant shuffling of burnt edged drug
monies ... long ago , in an instance of
splish - splash clarifirma


the earth underfoot's messaged

tremble at the withdrawl of his spicspan excalibur

8 cylinder creepy crawl

limpnot limosine out of the ratcave ... fly by right to
capture the he- shes who're out of control
of themselves
return to bed barn occupation hazzard -
smells of desensitizing lotion from the sweaty necks
of slaughtered pigs , cows , vermin , and
fuck machines ( mechanicals with no other category since
they closed their eyes wrongly ...so tightly )


the king of the crippled directables/lost hook pullers - tell
to the second marvel casts , spoken everywhere eye wild , of
slabs of beef as weight of ascention , carried across ice sheets
thrown by easterly hudson river blast assaults

.... ice crystals sting

the wind has bad accidental intentions ... no brains , just brawn

(fear the wind - it's the fuel of the death of everything ...
blows oxygen up the skirts of fake females who want
nothing less than you can squander while not slowing to
remember little eyes looking up at you or them with nothing more
or less than love and need )


and the cobblestones are never greaseless

unsteady island hopping ... thousand times thousand times
your forgotten expenditures - rubbed on your gums - felt free
crash temporary crash so exploding like a super nova that
you sequestored from the now love you bail out on with
bad intent - bad intent

i think you're king of the come what mays - i think you're
greed is greed is good ( razor stubble flattering faggotry )



drag back to the meat market


with premium thought provoked assumptions branching off to
tragic trip fests/falls into congealed pools of blitz spray
plus whatever makes this place disgusting

puddles of unmentionable things - like cowfuck and eyejuice and
mixed in accidental donkey saliva

9th protein configuration before the dayshift breaks , and they
pressure wash it all away


it's all in there ...



mixed to the percentage points .. laying alive in
microfractured landscape - concretious wonderland

mixture marvel

it's so unsimple science playing itself out with the
helpful bacteria feasting whilst sitting atop the foodchain
they're presented with



there's as much god power in deceit and degredation , as their
is in crisis folly and fist fucking the fast unfortunates who
used to be beautiful until their fathers smacked them off
the teet .... leaving them adrift with dependent personnas and
claws designed for grasping , holding , and never letting go



life is life



maggots and he- shes - donkey butchers and coke dealers make
up a whirlpool on the meat market factorious floor
where victims drag eachother to victimize eachother and brag to
themselves and never anyone else about what they do in the pool of
what the fuck is that / where did that come from

it slithers but it has legs


it's life from loss


loss of humaness , loss of mind , loss of selfish control

born of / born into rampant infection

born of pleasure centers calloused from overuse

tap tapping heels precede reach around milkings - destination ..
straight down
is this evolution's selection natural?


don't make the mistake of thinking that the lights aren't all on
for this ... no one is bothering to hide anything on the other
side of the hands you cover your eyes with
you perceive darkness , then create it ... but the sodium halides
blast away all shadows - showing skeletons and insertions and density
and mucus
they're retina burning mini suns like arc welders , and H-bombs
throwing off life heat in exchange for complete , if only temporary ,
dependency


when it pushes itself to the slimy dry -- when it rolls , or slithers
from it's world to ours .... we must welcome it , our first creation


born of our consumptionism - born of our brokeness - born of what
it takes for life to be livable for those people and
practitioners - you won't look at

More comments:

• On Saturday, July 5, 2008, Mab (1196) wrote:
  
  may our creation be stillborn....your writes always peel back my pig thick skin and induce moral Chernobyls where the conscience should be...wicked stuff.
  
  
• On Monday, June 25, 2007, Mylissa (1128) wrote:
  
  this was utterly amazing. I am impressed with your writing, I must read more.
  
  
• On Thursday, December 21, 2006, carlosjackal (1804) wrote:
  
  I hate it when a piece is this good because I never know what the fuck to say..apart from, "Fuck it, thou shalt be faved."
  
  
• On Sunday, May 14, 2006, Circe (610) wrote:
  
  killer observations with your signature spin, brings so much truth and scrutiny in ordinariness that is lived without notice. and when you speak it leaves overpowering motivation to discover, and make things right? eye-opening..
  
  
• On Saturday, August 27, 2005, AniDayz (1051) wrote:
  
  the rapture...the verasciousness...the power...is all propelled in you fucking genius compatability...youve astounded me, awed me, and blown me away, consecutively. this is masterful--hell, this is genius---pure fucking genius.
  
  
• On Friday, February 4, 2005, flying_fox (724) wrote:
  
  with in-your-face imagery. I feel kind of smacked about afte reading this, like you've taken me by the shoulders and shaken me to realise what a filthy place we live in.. yet there is definite beauty in these words.
  
  
• On Friday, February 4, 2005, flying_fox (724) wrote:
  
  Ok... I'm now back and even though alert I am still struggling to make sense of my busy brain afte reading this. I feel... dirty? Depressed? I'm really not sure. This wa sa disturbing write
  
  
• On Thursday, January 20, 2005, flying_fox (724) wrote:
  
  okay it's 1.30am and I'm trying to digest this, but I know I can't do it justice now. So, I'll just say, THANK DOG YOU'RE BACK and come back myself at a time of less sleepiness to comment. :)
  
  
• On Monday, January 17, 2005, Solace (1282) wrote:
  
  The broken, the simplistic, the horribly complex...Gaping meatholes waiting to lap up the condensed form of garish particles...the bleak knowledge that we are born, into a world that dies the same way...
  
  
• On Monday, January 17, 2005, Solace (1282) wrote:
  
  Creations that are nothing, that hold no relvenace, that are just form.seeing is believing, seeing is knowing, seeing is being fucked over by the illusory.
  
  
• On Monday, January 17, 2005, Solace (1282) wrote:
  
  We are factory bred no less, little more than the base machines we work, chunk by chunk working day, generic production schemes...this is not life, this is not living...i wonder if i can remember what was, realise what is
  
  
• On Monday, January 17, 2005, Solace (1282) wrote:
  
  They're never greaseless, cause the hands that scrub away are covered in the grime, smothering everything, like midas with filth instead of gold...Once more you sputter brilliance like a lighthouse guiding the ships in...
  
  
• On Monday, January 17, 2005, Solace (1282) wrote:
  
  Guide me into harbor any time, my man, no resentment necessary...
  
  
• On Sunday, January 9, 2005, purr_verse (1324) wrote:
  
  woohoo, it's the capt! you've been missed. :) brutality, beauty and brilliance - this piece creeps and snarls and compels gloriously. marvellousness.
  
  
• On Sunday, January 9, 2005, Jonas (870) wrote:
  
  a broken and imperfect world... the vernacular you created illustrates your intentions subtly. beauty in the lack of.
  
  
• On Sunday, January 9, 2005, birdwell (154) wrote:
  
  awesome stuff man ~db~