Raw dog
Posted on Sun Aug 26 09:19:00 UTC 2007
Viva la revolution, roll on Armageddon, can't wait, let us each attempt in our own way to hasten the apocalypse as best we can, anoint the head of the initiate in lighter fluid and then strike flint, sow my thoughts in gleeful sparks, envelope, consume, sear me red meat raw and set your mind! to kill, on fire, blaze it rough, erupt! our skulls, explode; now; you lustful volcano in your holy terror halo crown of bluster, flame and dust. spit out your angel guts in spiritual, visceral cough and expulsion: then rise sir knight! become a sacred agent: of entropy you luscious cracked lipped priest, decay, disease, go rot, go blow up some shit, fuck up, knock out, beat down and ground to flour, sad cunts deserving -- a note from teacher: you can cause as much trouble as you need.
A friend of mine, she says to me tonight she don't want to go to my funeral, a presupposition, she stated plainly, of some lethal cocktail: of reckless drug use and riding untamed hurricanes, that my body simply won't continue to condone the constant beatings, the vicious domestic abuse I put it through, and eventually, teary eyed, it having finally decided her had had-enough! it throw up her hands in disgust and stop playing..
But I grow calloused, gloved in habit and insensitive, I am leather to my fear. Maybe, I think,weighing up the options, maybe... on one hand... but perhaps on the other I actually think that the alternative is worse.
A friend of mine, she says to me tonight she don't understand why I choose to “ chase the darkness”, whatever the hell that means.
But I say she only focus on the lows, and I say to her, I say,: oh say have you seen, my god! the heights! the frosty delirious highs I've witnessed, these cloudy vertigo vistas I have had the galactic fortune to cast my eye upon, a perfect snowcone blue.
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To Lucy: I know you've been having some problems with guys and such recently, but these dudes, these poor guys have absolutely NO IDEA what they're missing out on. Seriously. Damn. Sucks to be them.
You're gonna break a lot of hearts.
A friend of mine, she says to me tonight she don't want to go to my funeral, a presupposition, she stated plainly, of some lethal cocktail: of reckless drug use and riding untamed hurricanes, that my body simply won't continue to condone the constant beatings, the vicious domestic abuse I put it through, and eventually, teary eyed, it having finally decided her had had-enough! it throw up her hands in disgust and stop playing..
But I grow calloused, gloved in habit and insensitive, I am leather to my fear. Maybe, I think,weighing up the options, maybe... on one hand... but perhaps on the other I actually think that the alternative is worse.
A friend of mine, she says to me tonight she don't understand why I choose to “ chase the darkness”, whatever the hell that means.
But I say she only focus on the lows, and I say to her, I say,: oh say have you seen, my god! the heights! the frosty delirious highs I've witnessed, these cloudy vertigo vistas I have had the galactic fortune to cast my eye upon, a perfect snowcone blue.
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To Lucy: I know you've been having some problems with guys and such recently, but these dudes, these poor guys have absolutely NO IDEA what they're missing out on. Seriously. Damn. Sucks to be them.
You're gonna break a lot of hearts.