holidays are sometimes a welcome change
from motions and cycles
and sometimes the book makes it
all worthwhile
you see the 6th day, and the 13th hour
shepard us into this ungodly plane
existence, rationale, superior logic
and sexual cravings
pangs and consumation, the jilted twisted words
of syren songs
beautiful angel
you've lost your wings, you're blinded by my palms
this deperate sanctuary
"mud-shelters" may01


there's a buzzin' inside the mind's eye
time's a wasting
a dronin' when she's pretty far away
walk away, from the centre of the earth
to come out alive
stronger than before
makeshift fanatics motionless in the twilight sun
forever and ever, the madness
and the humanising, the houses for the dead
shame the humility, and how can you boast
about your humbledness? it's a strange incident
was is and is to come
flightless in the dirge... soarless wings on high
this strange epiphany of noisess
clouding the ear-drums, and ejaculating
this vile dark blood...? 
"schematics" may07


fond of character
craticures of my fractured face
and i sprained my wrist
from masturbation
sell your lips
to the poetry writer
from there
she'll take you home
and you won't really know wot you said
can't take'm back
her's forever to keep
if she wants to keep'em
throw your ideals out the door
bolt the locks
motionless under the blaring loud-halers
can't think for wot its worth
can't see why i gotta keep fighting
these jihads of lust
forever in your arms... in her palms
and we'll never make perfect our lives
not even if we relive them a million times
but i don't claim to know these things
do i give in
to the lost causes?
who's found the reason
the meaninglesness of joy...
forgotten the true meaning of love
not that i knew wot it was
"5 tiles on the floor" may20


found my brain today
a chasm of deolate wastelands
hideous monstrosities and fire-flights
forgotten wot it looks like again
strange feelings of temporal 
out-of-body experiences
follow up with a side-kick to his phace
neagative influencers
blood gore violence
all rolled into a straw of grass
grown for your viewing pleasure
i'll never take these things away
force them down your throat
so you can think for yourself
even if you die from it... you'll live a better man
you'll do all you can
to make this world a better place
we're all init
to make it seem like nothings actually happened
either that, we don't really care
slides and paris
i dream of far out constellations
too shallow for your liking... 
we're in too deep
"unfinished" may27

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