MY SPINAL EXTRACTS, DRIPPING FROM THE NEEDLE:
OR, WHY I'LL NEVER FIND TIME TO SPEND WITH YOU. ALTERNATE TITLE: DID SHE KILL DADDY EVERY TIME SHE FUCKED?
OR, AS AN ASIDE, IS PENETRATION A SUITABLE PENANCE FOR A FORLORN AVATAR?
HYPNOKRISHNA HOLY WAR. HYPNOKRISHNA WILL PENETRATE.
8/28/02----End of The World Ballet...We are here to be absorbed into the fleshy sugarwalls of our Earthmother's cunt. We surrender to her whims and wills and wars and erratic mood swings as we disappear down the barrel of the Monotheistic FatherGod's aching gunprick. Creation and copulation and a hair trigger and a premature ejaculation becomes a catastrophe and someone's waiting to base a religion upon its foundations. Someday they will crumble. Cease to subsist motherfuckers.
START TRANSCRIPTION--Did we meet here to fuck, or just talk? Let's stop deluding each other: we're after the same thing. You choking me to death during sexual intercourse. Let's just be open, we can always deal with ramifications later.
--03/19/01 I'm still trapped in this same hole, the same sun shining through and giving me a shadow to tell the time by. Time for life to bring me to my knees again as soon as I think I got it beat. This is my crime: my deadened desire."
03/22/01we can cast spells in the middle of the night while you sleep and we can sneak into your homes while you sleep and while you sleep we take over your world.
This is the new look, victims. New highs, new taboos, more headrushes. Content is gonna get more subversive cause I'm ready to tear down the fuckers, the cowards, the knee-bent chickentshit rapists who keep trying to find us here in the heartlands. I am the beating heart of christ.
Do you miss the old page, the shrieking and forest green madness? Then follow me here and start the maze all over again.
--3/29/01 how hard would it be to stomp someone to death? would footwear be a big factor?
postscript: i think i could eat a monkey for food--
06/04/01--New media to devour, check out the new loop factory, a random, occassionally-changing forum of repetitive sound exploration where the layers of hypnotic rhythms will make you impotent. All you need is the love of Christ in your heart. Blessed be!
06/28/01 JUST WIRED--GOAT FLESH NO CHEESE VARIOUS RADIATOR
she break the windows
she change sheets and fluff pillows
she paramilitary fodder for the coming world war
she stingy with her vagina
she with a fist in the gas tank
she know intimately some toads
maybe there's a bankrobber
fondled by parishoners
held up on fishhooks
paralyzed by popsickles
ste sticks it in the oven
she cook it for three days
she wandered out of the garden
and now they done gone lookin for her.
PLEASE DON'T HYPERVENTILATE