:::www.BigSmileMagazine.Com "let the good times roll!!!..." MySpace.Com/ORPHAN :::FEEL THE FANG OF THE BEAST:::art in any medium on any level, philosophical conversation, poetry in motion, psychosis, people who are really fucd up in the head, lunacy, madness, delerium, addiction, mass consumption of alchohol, canabis sativa, mescalin, because the world is round it turns me on, bald kittys, your deepest secret fears, terror in your eyes, skeletons in the closet, monsters under my bed, insatiable bliss, mirrors on acid, the darkness within, conspiracy theories, ninjitsu, hypnotism, emptyness, knives, save the world kill yourself, medeivel torture devices, impalement, cinematography, boundless aspiration, metamorphosis, reinisance, human evolution, artificial intelegence, the unexplained, the blackness of my babys eyes, abortion of the fetal mind, insomnia, dead leaves, anatomy, reminisence, deathless abyss, consumption of your mind, drag you through oblivion, surrealism, androdgony, music, dancing, eroticy, pressing my aura, american cults, I am the window to your soul and i will set you free...
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I'd like to meet:
A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather,A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,A friend in needs a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morningMY DEBUT ART SHOWING...
Music:
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Follow Me, Follow Me DownPlease excuse me as I escape from the
confides of my unconscious scapes and sink into
abysmal states of mental incisions that my life
intakes.
Senses anticipate secretion.
Body beaten by damnation.
Ive awaken
Follow me, follow me down to where the soul
escapes at the bottom of the river is where Ill
seal my fate but only to resurrect from a shallow
grave, and for evermore damned to fear the light
of day.
My name is of no importance because I do not
exist. Although, I once wondered amongst the
mortal remains. I now dwell far below the waves
of emotion that the living conveys; empathetic
with one another: day-to-day, face-to-face, and
brother-to-brother. I live where I rest my head, on concrete
pillows I hide from the sun. I make some living
with a tattered sign and a breathless sigh. So
far from structure Ive become.
Ragged life stained clothes, my hair dreaded
and infested, and all you see is a life broken
thats been left neglected. And so I sit here
condemned, blasphemiesd; I reside in my label as
the socially rejected.
I once had an unbreakable structure. Formed
with a soul mate and our offspring in which she
nurtured. The ambrosia weve consumed, when wine
descended from contents into rivers to take final
form once more before ingestion. But life
changes without prediction, in its unbound ways
of deception. It swallows you with out remorse
and hurls you into darkness and protrudes with
forms of interception and scars you deep inside,
it devours pride with its cold conception of
spiritual intercourse devoid of consention.
Now beneath the ground lies my love, and kin
divided from hate which breeds deep within.
Disease that tore my home left me with fear and
hollow within. The pain you endured while you
where here, fall from my arms into the ground, is
where I leave your body. In the locket in my
heart lies your soul to be embraced with
sensuality so profound. Never again your
beautiful voice, never a laugh, never a sigh,
never a sound.
I shall love no more
When love turns dust and life turns to hate,
follow me, follow me down, perhaps you can
empathize my abominable fate. Twenty years of
anguish in my eyes, they tell the story of my
fall from my living state. As plain to read as
the hate on my face, lies chapters of discontent
and abolishment of compassion for a life I now
resent. My battered body and frail mind endlessly
forged through time and space. Sit here and
watch as I disembowel my existence with a jagged
mental blade.
If my love had survived a fate divinity has
provided, would I be damned to strife? Would
I still hold my empire and reside in eternal love
with my beloved wife? Would the bitterness of the
world stain my mouth with taste of a life of
discontent?
I hold to believe not.
But Ive long retracted from any essence of
my fate. And so now I damn you, can you swallow
any of the pain that youve incited?
Swallow your crown of thornsYou can never refurnish the love youve
divided. Now fall from your kingdom of divinity
and taste my hate that youve provided. And now
as I look death in the face, and smile as I lay
this rested flesh to waste at the bottom of the
deepest lake. I come to find her and take my
place and annihilate you with haste.
I hurl myself and accept my fate. Close my
eyes to see her face. As I long to caress my
love today. Today I swallow life, as I know the
darkness that awaits
Follow me, follow me down to an abysmal state
where I lie at the bottom of the lake, my final
resting place.:::fools walk -o- the fool:::
I'm apricot dawn and adamant noon,
quicksilver chameleon, full howl at the moon.Prince Frog-In-The-Well, glad jack of no trade,
a walkabout madman, I'm beds left unmade.Diamond-draped beggar, coyote's sharp bark;
I'm merry-go-lightly and bells in the dark.I'm zero that circles all that will be.
I'm newborn and know-naught,
I'm
