Hamburger Hell |
The hot and burning cowthat fed on melted fuel and yellow cakeand leaked a cloudof certain kinds of dustthat drank the rain.The hot and burning cowthat baked in golden fields oftoasted grain.The hot a... Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 15:01:00 GMT |
LOW HUMAN BEINGS (work in progress) |
The food that fell from heaven was divine, as was the music and the wine that fell from heaven.We made them get down on their knees and beg. We broke their spirit and their legs. We made them wish tha... Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:09:00 GMT |
THE SUDDEN, SWEET SENSE OF INTRUSIVE PARANOIA |
There it was, destined for death and digestion and helplessly lost in a hopeless depression with no place to hide from the rats when they smell a few flashes of panic and salty, wet mattresses. There ... Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 07:54:00 GMT |
INNARDS OUT |
Those rats you think you see between each blink are really real and maybe mustard gives you gas and mustard gas, it gives youHELL.HELL.HELL is where the heart is. What the Hell would Jesus do if asked... Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 21:56:00 GMT |
INTERNAL DAMNATION |
The soul slips through to breathe relief before the breath is blown.The cold creeps in to keep the meat neat and young.The mess is blessed and then the best is first ingested then digested and the res... Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 21:23:00 GMT |
READ A BOOK, GOOK |
The face of your favorite Pope being superimposed upon pictures of bodies of babies disposed of in dumpsters in shit soiled diapers with hot liquid bowel movements stinking of sulphur. &nb... Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 17:36:00 GMT |
Jehovas Wetness |
The girls make sounds like the dirtiest hounds and they scream about the demons sprouting out of the ground and they dream about obscene amounts of teeth in their mouths and they swim without the brea... Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:43:00 GMT |
My Heart Just Started Stopping |
They fuck my mind and rape my flesh and leave the rest stinking with the sickening stench of all the red liquids that i'd ever had bled and all the dead chickens that i'd ever been fed.They rip my eye... Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:26:00 GMT |
They Often Worked Nude and Late At Night |
One hundred mothers of male schizophrenics find solace in prayer and repeating their penance and sweeping up carpets and putting on faces and hiding emotion beneath medications while one hundred fathe... Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:10:00 GMT |
A FAIRLY FRUITFUL FATHERS DAY |
Come on in, i'll treat you nice.I used to know your daddy, once.I used to sit in silence watching daddy watching you.We used to celebrate your life with steak.You'd salivate on sight.We'd blow you up ... Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 12:14:00 GMT |