hey baby, how you like me now?
with my feet in my mouth, my tongue on the floor?
my breasts in your face, my dick in my hand,
My oh My, what big teeth you have!

Hey sexy, how is this for a fuck?
how is this for a fuck?

stop it, stop it, stop it right now!

if you go tell your mother, i'll rail that bitch too,
i'll be sure to come inside both of you!
why are you doing this? why are you scaring me?
stop it, stop it, i mean it right now!

but what will happen if i vomit on your face? can i piss on your shit? can i swallow your come?
can I fuck your big teeth? can i swallow your pee?

i wonder, i wonder what all of this means.


it means everything. it is life in every way. in the reprocessing of waste, in taking out

making out, shaking off, wiping up, wiping under my feet, what do your excretions smell like?

take out your dick, it's making me sick.
remove this cock, come in your sock.





piddle paddle poo. piddle paddle poo. oh the things that we do, oh the things that we do!

essentially i'm an animal, and i feel too domesticated.

i'm going to start acting more like i have a reason to exist.

Goddamnit, I feel like I keep waking up from a dream and each time I’m still in college. What is happening to me in my life? I wonder. I look at the black and white division of my adolescence. It brings back memories of half painted walls, and their ironic nature, to be only half painted, half completed, always solidly locked into place. I was so pure, so pure, so divided from life, from death. The only thing that saved me was my humanity. As separate as I felt from life, I could not ever fully disengage from reality, it always clung to me like a heavy school backpack or hung over my head like the next day’s assignment. Just this casual backward stroll through memory lane makes me feel uneasy. Now I wake up into the dream. My villain has been replaced by an angel, my love of nervous thoughts with nervous thoughts of love. Just as a miracle can happen to anyone, a miraculous thing happened to me, transforming my material corporal being into an active body. The breath of passion I so often exhaled was finally breathed back into me. Trust and love, flutter, fall. The separation, the distraction. My return, my lack of faith. My promise, my committed decision. The chapters then fly by faster and faster. I still know my old master, but I cast off the spell caster, now that I face new disasters. Love is my master, and I remember the days I played my Stratocaster. Days with Frances and plaster. Faster and faster they fly by. Ali dancing with me in the night. Up on the stone benches in front of mom’s café. Sara and her smiling way, now I know why she didn’t dance with me that night. Not because I was bad but because I was good, and good is bad to those who have promised to do what they should. That my feelings now are what I want and not what I get somehow. Deep down, deep down I feel all around. I feel my heart and my head goes down. Nothing is found. Stop, dance, light up, speed, indeed, what have I made, but a place to get laid? Won’t my dreams ever fade? Why can’t my mind just sit in the shade, but now, it must always be played with, stayed with, running forward and back or tripped up and turned off, never mindful of rest, never taking breaks from the test. Read text. Speak next. Muscles flex. Shut out love from our sex.

Adorn me with your words
The broken bell
The virility I feel when
Such perfection obscures my prophesized purpose and clouds my thoughts
I want it to rain my tears
My eyes to swell
The soldier that I am, so proud, such a farse, to be felled

So badly I secretly wish something would crush my glory
Bring me to the knees and beg for mercy
As my spirit is brought down to dust

As bliss can taste too sweet,
So can my nobility wish to be at my feet.

This clearly is expressed through mangled dreams of tenderness which exclude my mistress and replace her with a natural happiness in protest of this drawn out love fest.

some things are too beautiful to be messed with. if you know what i mean. well, when one had entered another's world and done nothing but quietly observed. the things that he sees, that he has seen, that he saw, that he has yet to experience trip about his feet and he never can walk like he used to. The prettiness of expanding your reality to accompany those feet and walk over those footsteps. First steps, right steps. Be the monster of your childhood too far. Right way. Wrong steps. To get there, you're going to have to jump. That's unfortunate. But, believe me, it's gonna be worth it. Damn worth it, and it'll be the meaning of your life. Go for it, you damned devil! Run and get hurt, you owe it to yourself, you deserve it.



no one ever said it would be so hard.

yes

I play around with your face,
I like how the rain drops,
Your mind is a safe place,
I sit down at the end of a race.
Pulsing life into me,
Breathe your breath,
Through my words,
Don’t let me roll and don’t let me die.
My lung’s are filled to their maximum capacity,
Shatter worlds in your blinking eyes,
You forgot, the devil’s cries
At sensual obliteration,
This sexual sensation,
A crime of premeditation,
Universalitarium,
Universalitarium,
My school is just an aquarium.

Free your mind
Free your soul
Free your body
Let it go

Live your life
Through love or through hate
Discover yourself
Before it’s too late

Free your mind
Free your soul
Free yourself
Lose control


“The ultimate fear is not death, but that you didn’t live. That your life is over. That it’s all over, that there’s no more life waiting for you.”

Now in the sky lies a man in his blankets
He dreams of a world in which all is on the ground
He sleeps in his enclosed meaningless existence
Waiting and drifting until his purpose is found

Murmur through the night in my misery of knowledge
Pass by my eyes until we meet again
This fear of exposure keeps me close to the window
Waiting for the spirits to come knocking again

Bright eyed hope searches through this empty home
Disappointed with the current affair
The old dusty bookshelves, the creak of the door
My own mother’s home has become forsaken and bare

Floating off into the distance, falling into the horizon
We slumber and dream into nothingness
This blast of a horn that calls us from our destiny
Shall shake the very walls of the life we caress

Creep into the darkness before the light of dawn
Crumble away into the empty sea
Fade apart piece by piece until you are gone
Transformed by temporary light and action’s brevity.

Sometimes you just need to listen to another language
Learn to live another religion
Life through a filter
Coffee unfiltered black
Lest we fall into the pit of misery
Lest we become what we were programmed to be
And nothing else ever again
Purpose of the rules were to keep us in
Locked in for things we never did, but being born is a sin;
I believe in life and death
Sometimes how the sounds come out are better for us than how they come in
Promise me this
Promise me that you won't leave me
Promise that you will stay
And that I am not alone when I know I am
Alone in life, nothing in death
End nothing left.