I was nothingBefore I came to beI was contentmentI was obscurity Then I entered the worldAnd the grave world entered meThe world in terror I cursedThe world in return cursed mewith this bond: Eternity
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Teeth long past repairing picket a gape, perpetually despairing, beneath a thousand-yard stare (as if requisite, bad hair); Bulbous nose–Satan’s choice! blame it for the toad-fart voice (Yes it must be Lucifer; for what divine engineer puts a head this heavy on a neck this austere?); With pock-marked skin and gap-toothed grin (granted, a not-badContinue reading
The Obsolete Things
the bond of blood exacts in price,its own kind drawn from other types,man too must take his pay in kind,and pray relief from the divine. Or so it was, not long ago,but now men’s bellies all are full,blood and bonds are history,entombed with Guilt and Mystery. no blood no burden,thus no Divine,pray forgiveness, in suchContinue reading “The Obsolete Things”
Friday
Primal Scream, Loaded LCD Soundsystem, Home; NSFW (not safe for wussies) A little intoxication never hurt no one. Excuse me while I bust a freestyle: angry mothers and martinets,drunken brawlers and malcontents,city dwellers and suburbanites,phony players and proselytes,get down, get down tonight… confound tommorrow with yesterday,toxic bliss lures woe away,baptize yourself in neon light,parry existentialContinue reading “Friday”
