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You planted seeds of cyanide, beneath
the earth in the back of our yard. It
was your dream to crossbreed such a poison
with a sprinkle of botany, from out of
the soil would grow a plant perfectly capable
of dismantling a man.

I searched the house for weapons, reaching
underneath the bed, my hand probing for
a blade, a pair of scissors or something.
Defense was now the priority, for the
children of madness were on their way. A
prompt arrival of insanity crammed into
little metal boxes rolling on rubber
donuts.

Has no one seen that nothing makes sense?
Can none of you see over the top of the fence?

It is all merely something chaotic and crazy.
 
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You can stare at a peach tree
all day long,
every day,
for the rest of your life.
You can yell and curse and spit and scream
and demand at gun point
that the peach tree
grow an apple.

But it will never happen.

Control is an illusion.

The only control you will ever possess
is found in how you regard the peach tree.
Frustrated by its inability to grow an apple,
do you neglect it?
Keep it in the shade?
Or do you water it, cultivate it?
nurture it? give it sunlight?

Do you resent the peach tree for not growing apples,
or do you ensure that it grows the best damn peaches
the world has ever tasted?
 
................adjacent............................................adjacent...................................adjacent

we.emerge.................from.our.............ever.falling......falling.sideways............................skin.
supplyless.sunshine.hibernation.............having.long.since.misplaced............... stretched.tight
.there.is..........................................standard.gravitational.procedures......................over.cheekbon.
........no.night......................................we.land.............................................wandering.fingernails
........just.black.................................beside.ourselves...............................like.skewed.family.photos
...........on.........................................there.are.no.pains.......................sink.deep.into.our.knuckles
...........black...........................no.regrets.no.reservations...........................................leaving
...........skies................................just.back.to.back.lies..............................................fleshy
...........no.........................................our.lives.on.lay-by............................................nubs.
......constellations..................................Russian roulette's................................we.land.beside.ourselves
....memories.sold.......................................sour.aftertaste.................................having..mistaken.this
.for..beans................................................a.1000.empty.stomachs......................cyclical.phenomena
..amplified.clocks..............................................wearily.............we…………………….................for.the
..and.overactive.ears..........................................emerge.....from................................momentous
..sandmen.weaving.nothing.............................seclusion.........................................weight.of.time
 
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………………………………………………perpendicular…………………………………………………………………………… …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
facial.monsoons…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
the.corrosive.prelude.to………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
...the.bukake.inquisition………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
……………we.daydream.of.…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
……………..Tentacle.Tokyo…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
……………………………where…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
bicycles.are.endangered……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
and.steampunk.samurais…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
……commit.office.suicide…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
…………………..to.save.face…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
where.underage………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
……..girls.deposit………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
……….panties.into…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
vending.machines………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
..for.dirty.old.men...................………...............................………...............................………...........................
driven.to.madness...................………...............................………...............................………..........................
by.decades.of...................………...............................………...............................………..................................
unfulfilled........................………...............................………...............................………...................................
fantasy...........................………...............................………...............................……….....................................
we.believe.deceny.will.be.resurrected..time.will.begin.again.and..by.some.unknown.miracle…………..
prophecy.will.catch.up.with.itself..gbd.revolution.never.began..still,.we.keep.the.myth.alive…………….
...we.believe.in.the.impossible.future……………………………………………………………..and,.we.wait………………
.this.post-moralistic…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………………
………….degenerate……………………………………………………………………....……………………………………………………..
.............playground………………………………………………………………….………………………………………………………….
where.taboos.are……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…………
……..recycled.into…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
.................styrofoam.cups……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….
.....................for.administrating...............................................................................................................
.......methadone.&.cordial.cocktails….………………………………………………………………………………………………...
while.idling.disoriented.in.purgatory……….………………………………………………………………………....................
and.otherwise.incapable.of......................................................................................................................
distinguishing............................................................................................................................................
….......between..........................................................................................................................................
................fetish.and.habit.........................................................................................................................
..…………………………………............................................................................................................................
 
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i am but asleep in kensho states
ripped apart by telephone lines and
energy wrested into aqueducts.
i discover purpose and meaning
in name disambiguations
and fortune-teller interpretations
like a day-by-day stock ticker.
i forget about the i.
turn around.
close eyes.
am silent.
om silence.
Om.
Breed truth like lost skin cells in the wind.
 
hiroshima deletes multiplication.
false transmutation of nous,
the propensity for paper.
to here knows where in infinity
except shitholes
filled with ibises, once gods
now digging up coke cans
from the bottom of trashcans.
paper jams dealt with people
filled with liquid breakfasts
alarms to alert you back into existence--
the existence being: get.the.fuck.back.to.work.
the supermarket sells 5 star mince,
which is really 3 star mince
as it always has been
so they can introduce 5 star mince
and continue to lessen the quality;
get your fucking gruel people.
it's economics, it's rational -
quantity over quality.
the cycle of depravity continues,
capitalism wins.
everyone congregate the car parks
of the golden arches,
have a happy meal-communion
with the clown.
wifi my existence to forget
the present.
repent at the feet of Obama,
he can solve the world's problems
because he caused them;
build a well in Tanzania
drone-bomb the shit out of Libya
it's all relative,
plus he's a Nobel Peace Prize Winner.
hallelujah America, New Rome
embrace its electronic meadows
or get flattened to fit the blueprint.
 
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there's an archive in the universe
but for now we lay in a garden
and part clouds with our fingers
 
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we bend the universe
for love and stuff
you moved out of state
and brought flashes of lightning
to the turquoise sky
in darkness
and then you went to a forest
and left a handkerchief
and bread crumbs
to follow you
all the way
deeper
and then you left me there
with nothing
and you went
away
far away
forever
and I'm left
drinking tears
hoping that you'll return
but I know deep down
it isn't going to happen
i love you more than my cat
but I can't prove it
I'm not a scientist.
 
I was testing out a keyboard by spewing a nonstop stream of consciousness at the keys and this is what came out at random:

the big brown fox leapt over the purple fence and stabbed the luxurious
cotton horse in the heart. in response to this affront the sabotage king
of the west indies flew in on a rusted sleigh and slew the fox that
inflicted the wound upon the cotton horse. thus a hammurabian
tale ran its course and the actors fled back into the cuckoo clock
to await their next performance for the spring & cog technician.
Click to expand...
 
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hiroshima deletes multiplication.
false transmutation of nous,
the propensity for paper.
to here knows where in infinity
except shitholes
filled with ibises, once gods
now digging up coke cans
from the bottom of trashcans.
paper jams dealt with people
filled with liquid breakfasts
alarms to alert you back into existence--
the existence being: get.the.fuck.back.to.work.
the supermarket sells 5 star mince,
which is really 3 star mince
as it always has been
so they can introduce 5 star mince
and continue to lessen the quality;
get your fucking gruel people.
it's economics, it's rational -
quantity over quality.
the cycle of depravity continues,
capitalism wins.
everyone congregate the car parks
of the golden arches,
have a happy meal-communion
with the clown.
wifi my existence to forget
the present.
repent at the feet of Obama,
he can solve the world's problems
because he caused them;
build a well in Tanzania
drone-bomb the shit out of Libya
it's all relative,
plus he's a Nobel Peace Prize Winner.
hallelujah America, New Rome
embrace its electronic meadows
or get flattened to fit the blueprint.
Click to expand...

Beautiful.
Thank you for sharing your words.
 
A blood tinted sunset, and
a ream full of feathers in the
dires of loneliness, still I
carry a beacon. Timeless flaws,
and pirate swords, the dream that
I once held so dear, has been thwarted
and reckoned outward. The stale
taste of a miraculous embrace, in
the winter when the clouds brood grey,
and the chickens have no eggs to lay,
the enemy is stealthily approaching, and
all of the screams sound the same.
 
murder narcissists.
toss their strangled corpses into open pits
let people spit on and mock their bloated faces.
shit on their decaying skin and flesh.

nuclear bomb the psychopaths
implode their heads
destroy their quasi-human façades.

draw and quarter politicians
anal-rape conniving advertisers
"stop putting a fucking dollar sign-
on every single fucking thing you can."

Long death marches for sociopaths
Lobotomies for their spawn.

Glib and superficial,
Manipulating, false.
Consuming, tunnel vision.
Wishful thinking,
Kill em' all.
 
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these blood diamonds
hibernating
in the carpet fibres
don’t cut glass

this miserable mirage
underfoot
blades of dead grass
in the needle stack

the sunset or the moonrise
which came first?

clockwork retirees
blinking blinking blinking
first-contact lenses
alone

these inanimate automatons
(batteries not included)
teeter between nothingness
promising avalanche

the rising sun; the setting moon
indistinguishable

deflated skin balloons
contemplating dregs
paralyzed by indecision
blinking blinking blinking

these blood diamonds
hidden throughout
the carpet fibres
this miserable mirage

neither nocturnal
nor diurnal

they await morning
these procrastinating parasites
basking in the dull glow
of normality

they feed
vicariously
taking half our night
and half our day

never to sleep
never to wake

these blood diamonds
blinking blinking blinking
hibernating in the carpet fibres
promising avalanche

these inanimate automatons
these skin balloons
clockwork retirees
alone
 
Sisyphus & Friends

the show must–
(what goes up must come down)

the show must–
(implode/explode)

encore,
rattlesnakes!

venomous standing
ovations

fuck the
critics

the show
must go on
 
cogs
turning in unison
synchronized slaves
born into perpetual servitude

life as we know it
is all that there is
we look forward towards
our designated future

self-imprisonment and isolation
fuelled by fear of the unknown
ignorance & original sin
don’t warrant empathy

democratic idolaters
navigating the great machine
conscientious cogs
concerned only with

turning
forever turning
always this way
never that

we look forward
clockwise
clockwork
cogs
 
oh, Clock… [an ode to the odiously organized]

an extract from Tyrannical Timepieces: Thesaurus Rex
self-published by a rich talentless man blinded by insecurity
……………………………………..Book 86. Paragraph 4. Section 17B.

(translated from English into Spanish,
then back into English again… twice.)

tick-tock. unquestionably quintessential: chronometers complete creation, permitting periodic perceptiveness, and/or bequeathing binary-blind blizzards with another obnoxious obsession.

“oh, Clock. although the traditionalist timekeepers defy your divine differentiation – second-guessing your sixty second sermons – the pious & the punctual punish unholy hourless heathens.”

tick-tock: an interval for idolators or a metronomic miracle?

“oh, Clock?”

tick-tock.

“Amen.”
 
Ease, my stomach
Don't betray my
Sour lifestyle
Through belches and aches
Mumbles and grumbles

Under the freeway overpass
For you,
Madman
You've unravelled
Now you're gone.
 
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