Anna May Gacy - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her screaming like a radio Mary lou left marks on you She just screams at the walls The kite string pops I'm swallowed whole by the sky We smoke the bones of baby dolls Techno-liquid screaming meat Heaven's cold beneath my feet Cyber love the anti-man we make love... because we can Virgins play where the bayou's blue Barefoot (and bloody) eatin' mushroom stew Work for pay and pay for freedom Fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em We smoke the bones of baby dolls Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement Everything's gone dry Like bottle glass scraping cross the pavement

My Interests

all that is audio and or brutal/ridiculousTATTOOS Music Playing Guitar Warping Peoples Minds GORE!!!

Music:

Acid Bath Deadboy and the Elephantmen (first album)Muddy WatersTom WaitsMorphine Dimmu Borgir BloodbathGoatwhoreeyehategod Soilent GreenCrowbarCOC origincanibal corpse slayer cattle decapitation Amon Amarth and so on....

Books:

Some of my favorite authors at the moment are:Douglas R. Hofstadter- for his "Godel, Escher, Bach"Chuck Palahniuk- For his books "Choke" and "Haunted"Irvine Welsh- For his "Filth"Anything by Aleister Crowley is always interestingAnd of course Charles Bukowski

Heroes:

Mom Bill Metoyer Emily Slayer Ryan Charles Manson J.W. GACY E.A. Poe JackAndrew (sometimes...)The Malignants (Minya and Zelit) MARK RYDEN

My Blog

merry random day

Cellulite syllablessuffocate solitude.All that instills are the pills that have slept here.Computer generatedartisans regulatedby narrow visioned politicians.Tortured yet gracefulour neighboring faith...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 07:36:00 PST

residue

She seems cryptically dismissiveand tragically romanticA weak link in the chain of soiled amphibiansIt smells of the burning velvetthat settles in the silver stomach liningof my sacrificial mental sta...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 02:04:00 PST

May as well spark one up at dinner

You are far more insightful after a quick break. Unfortunately, there are no breaks, only gaps of repression within the spectrum of time continuancy. Those don't count. Rocks are great historians beca...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 01:10:00 PST

I found the key!

the key to understanding the mysteries of the universe is in a minivan parked outside of an apartment complex in midtown Manhattan. Who wants to take a road-trip?
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 01:56:00 PST

2912166

two reckless midgets send out torsos in packages to nine nameless faces that hide them in matresses Moscow won't miss them but invertabrates will ...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 03:41:00 PST

to be continued.....

spiral stares from cylindrical strangers allure the heat to eat the weak a slave to dancing demons in grey screaming for freedom but beggin...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 01:10:00 PST

i love the smell of gasoline but it burns

perilous ventures of admission and greed pale in comparison to what was forseen your fingers guided my timid hands accross the keys of that modest baby grand i clos...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Mon, 14 Nov 2005 12:42:00 PST

for emily

streaks of gold demading undivided attention reassurance of a gunuine greed even the ribbon she ties in her hair dances when she walks as if to boast on its ver...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 01:32:00 PST

playing with razorblades

the result of razorwire jumprope games stitches never heal the pain &n bsp; i see myself...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 01:10:00 PST

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tom waits already said it all... "Well it's Ninth and Hennepin All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutesAnd the moon's teeth marks are on the sky Like a tarp thrown all over...
Posted by Anna May Gacy on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 08:04:00 PST