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youth in love and such
love is eternal and so
bonds us to each other

and I'm still obcessed
with the cannibal corpse album cover idea

young couple fucking
in the next cubicle and
needing to get a room

with your impossible
people in the world, what wrong I
did and what wrong they

did, they did no wrong
and are blind from logs in the eyes
syndrome, which, I have

had at times...till they
are redeemed or empathic
either pity them or

remind them of the cannibal
corpse album cover...

at least KILL doesn't have
a bunch of dead stuff
on the front and all

that sort of music sounds
like cookie monster on acid
I wonder

eating macaroons covered in blood!!!

get back to you on
that and the boy no one would
mourn my death

ah, they wouldn't forget
me either...impossible people
are only useful when

buried 666 feet under you know

there is useless anger
that lashing out with a sense
life fucked me over

and then those who
start it, who try to provoke it will repeat it

point fingers, lurch communism, accusing like satan, then...in the end

like old mccarthy drink
his motherfucking self
to death like he should

have in the first place
save america a lot
of trouble

but there's a point to
clockwork orange, the life leads
to growing up, for in

the end, how can one
make symphonies on the street
with the old ultraviolence

maybe tupac but, we
know how that ended for him
too, tragic and ugly

it's easy to get caught
up in the moment of someone
else's mockery, to smile

and either show mercy
or imagine their skulls cracking open brains leaking out

I did say cannibal corpse didn't i? makes you think
don't it?

song titles like raped with
a razor, so gruesome, to be
honest, is rediculous

is that not the point?
oh, stormbringer? I've
some souls to feed you

why do I have a
strong urge to turn some
people on here into

a literal interpretation
of a cannibal corpse album
cover, rats eating flesh

to sf:

when you die, rather
than someone else, what will your
own last words be?

ouch

to snail:

keep the love up, I
think it will drive these marxist
filth into being

human

san francisco earthquake
angry at the world for not
rebelling, like they do

still you're a part of america
get over it, and live with that fact
unpleasant, resentment

who told me that there
are those who only feel joy
at another's pain?

when I get angry
he smiles with pleasure and shoots up
heroin again, they find

him dead, never knowing
pain because it fucking hurts
in his house of narcissistic

beat pulp pulminary
empty headed liberal dreams
uncreative and angry

we'd be better off
if you could get your head
out of your own ass

so you could see the sun

to sf...

the heckler is the guy
who got away with his ass
not getting kicked too

many times... but in the
end, one will have enough
and they shall carry

your sorry little ass
in a strecther to the hoperittle
where you can get

your clockwork orange
reset to mountain time
666 mark of the beef

I like the feel of
his hands gently guiding me
anywhere he wants.

Our eager bodies
flowed together perfectly,
gracefully touching.

heat waives obscure her
body so hot burns to touch
my cauterized lips

let's do mind control.
you read it. i'm a victim.
doing a backup.

Are you just bitter
because you have nobody
who would dance with you?

Hey bully, let us
engage in harmless chatter.
We're not fighting you.

hey love birds either
shut up or find a chatroom
you are both losers

You need some lessons
Simple and body contact
Then you need ballroom

black days here okay
yes I would do anything
my worst fear is here

really..yeah for real????
I'm at the end of my rope
it's around miiiiiiiiii neck

figures in the dark
joints flare orange at the tips
long alley ahead

Anything simple
that allows for vast amounts
of body contact?

I looked up "tango"
and it seemed much too complex.
I have never danced.

Dry humping? sounds Like
Dominican Republic
Bachata, "Sexy"

Merengue, easy!
can learn in two minutes tops
Steps left, right, left, right

It is a dance from
Dominican republic
For US tourists

I am not kidding!
Its fun but not connected
Most unromantic

It's easy to learn
we teach it to begginers
Before the real thing

I mean that in the
most romantic way that it
can be understood.

I just looked it up.
Sweet! It looks like dry-humping
only vertical.

Skull might be worth more
if covered in rare diamonds
and sold off as art

How is Merengue?
I think he has decided
we should try that style.

Tango is the best
"Argentinean Tango"
Not! "Ballroom" tango

Today is Thursday
Dress rehearsal for Friday
Weekend starts at 5

What kind of dancing
do you recommend for its
sensuality?

that made me laugh so
most likely because you know
I think it is true

Senior wine and cheese
They watch baseball loudly
And talk about sex

Hammurabis code
deciphered from the barstool
barrister says what

no one will mourn you
and at your funeral it
will probably rain

Yes it is like that
But ballroom is too "uptight"
You wo'nt find it there

If that's how it feels
to dance, then I can hardly
wait until I learn.

the sun disappears
leaden clouds pour their hearts out
on boston s shoulders

the sun disappears
leaden clouds pour their hearts out
on boston

no, I don't have to
you are smart enough, i know
add that up; that is

the big picture twist
silver linings come with black
rip, erase and dry

I agree about
the false extremes both leading
away from the truth.

God is love, not the
oppressive judgment that so
many people seek.

Confused zealots just
scream louder, giving the meek
an unfair label.

In rebellion, some
move to new darkness, thinking
"if this is light, then..."

britanny spears was
going through rough waters and the
news was all over her

this stupid thing, that
all her mistakes, her madness
reporting her every move

where is she now...once
the cawing and crowing of
the vultures is over

aren't people who find
virtue quite a bit boring
who whipe their lives up

and who don't end them
to end the endless talk
which is frustrating

and turns a man evil
and loaded and isolated
and cold and wanting to

just taste blood to
shut up a few because
they're too afraid to speak

once they run down his
lips, full and flavourfull
and devoured themselves

evil isn't it, but it
is a vampire like existence
to point out the bad

and so forth, I know
it well

crowley was in a rut
telling me i am in one
makes me more Satanic

I don't want to be
Satanic, ever, so if that
means leaving here

then, here i leave it
the old dust on the shoes
routine, whipe whipe

maybe I should just
mind my own business and say
forget this and leave

the writing to the egomaniacs
of the world and take up
stock broking

but all the egomaniacs
are on wall street

anger reaction provoke
other reactions, and the usual
silence follows

when will I leave this
damned website and it's secular humanists
to their own pretentions

oil and water
go play on The Real World
and buck for the camera

you bloody people

playing ping pong with
God and Satan, you acting as paddles
this ain't table tennis

this is my life, not
yours, lash out, get lashed out back at
game 13-666 love

twists and bends...don't make
me re-write naked lunch
maybe this is a cry from hell

a cry for help god damn it