mutanphetamine


no one knows what it means but it sure has a nice ring to it; here the echoes blend to
awaken,aken,aken the gods from their permanent state of slumber,slumber,slumber - who
knows what they write down when it comes to keeping track of all these spiraling
vortexes of blank hymns and prayers; dreamworlds colorblind and tone-deaf but beautiful
on the outside can’t,can’t,can’t feel the numbness of such a complexion - silence! will tell
me what to say - the bottle speaks, save yourselves; i will love no one, i will love no one -
no need to break this heart again, no need to make the broken mend, it’s just that simple
- i will love no one, i will love no one - keep talking stranger i’ve got quite the ear to listen
and a mouthful of time to spit at you, keep me interested with your drivel about
nothing,nothing,nothing; stock quotes and sports news; who just got murdered last night
on the corner of west sutherland and mayfair, those god-forsaken drug kings never see it
coming; scarface knew but he was face-down in a heap of - yeah, right, throw it all into a
heap and smoke it i say, give my heart a name and give my eyebrow a twitch and angle
my nose downwards because i will love no one, i will love no one - it’s that simple when it
comes to come, i will love no one i will love - who needs forgiveness, who needs solace, i will
love no one i promise - billy addly addly i could just barely understand you even when i
was in my right,left,left mind but even then i knew it was because those frail screams had
taken me by surprise oh billy addly addly can’t you hear me, i suppose not if you’re as
comatose as i; it’s all a part of changing, all a part of the healing process cause you call it
your bitch; consciousness,ousness,ousness exploding awakening,kening,kening but shut the
curtains i’m too busy dream,dream,dreaming again about toilets and vomit and porcelain
goddesses and liquor and the stench of paint thicker - oh the bells; the
ringing,inging,inging in my brain toil to think and spew out like whipped cream onto a thin
pie crust, i am the glaze of cyanide lining your mouth on a hot day - that’s got to hurt - a
sweaty carcass graces the pavement below a hollow sea of oceans, all an illusion but just
between you and me no one will ever question why - why were the dinosaurs killed off -
bulk - evolution will fix the problem, whoosh and there goes humanity down the sewer
grate with a riverbed’s worth of sediment and flesh; nuclear warfare bores me because
this is what everything turns to - rust,rust,rust - the midnight crossroads of disaster, who
are we to wonder,wonder,wonder; why am i asunder?,under?,under?; not sure but i push
onward, tread forth, what’s ahead maybe i can understand but keep decoding the drivel
my friend, the more i speak the less it will make sense but that’s because it wasn’t meant
to - if life makes sense then you can be rest assured you’re still under the influence of
death; in the wake of tomorrow, only been dead a few times, never quite like this because
i refuse to fall in love for fear of falling - no regrets, no voices, joy is a poison; any
extreme, anything beyond paranormal spins webs of treachery in chaos - so far out on a
limb it turns to limbo, nowhere is forward; bright colors and dark alike blind me, make me
see grey, for grey is at the opposite end of extreme; a martyr of redundancy, fuck you i
say, it’s that simple because i will love no one, i won’t even love nothing, just to say sane
for when something falls into place it breaks; it’s all a part of the healing process, do not
disturb, where did that echo get to?,to?,to?,to? ah yes - why people are afraid to die is a
mystery, fear the unknown, there’s not much reason to fear otherwise, it just turns to
para,para,paranoia - the afterlife is a dearth of everything that life itself
offers,offers,offers; you can’t really see clear things, and you can’t be sure if they’re really
there if you can’t see them, what if everything were transparent,parent,parent, what
would the eye interpret that to be? - you don’t even know what you’d see if you could see
it, you see what i mean?; i hate you,you,you, i hate you because i will love no one, i will
love no one i will love, no need to pull this through the end, no need to make the broken
mend, it’s just that simple, i will love no one, i will love no one because in the end
it’s easier to say goodbye than to say forever;

it’s just that simple




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