

Nine Fine Waysconform - no thought - watch your t.v. submit - obey - don't question authority consume - get married - reproduce This is your god - WORSHIP US This is your god - WORSHIP USNine Fine Ways
The world is asleep We sleep The world is asleep They live We sleep
Break your grip on reality Don't you want to - Look beautiful? I know you want to - Live forever!
SUBMIT Submit to your god SUBMIT Our lord is the law
Living life the way they want you to live
Line yourselves up in rows Do as you're told Listen closely


ShipwreckedI slip to find my way back Out from underneath the wreckage that has surfaced With a stare so profoundShipwrecked
As to baffle even the Gods
The endless stretches beyond my means of reason I can see no further now than I did then All Time stopped for an instant too long to define Walking this endless path Enemies licking at my heels with each step, They chase me, tireless dogs without sanity Maddened in this endless pursuit of a victim just out of reach


EloperEvery ounce of my being Every ounce of my bleeding Out on display Tirelessly studying that which is beyond belief The hungry sleuth of minds sequester to question me Vandals in their own right Auditing my faultless funds lacking Chopping off my legs and arms Errantly hacking and Deforesting my heart To the point of obduration No appropriate exemplum To vent my frustration No affiliate artifice to induct my carapacious indignationEloper
They aim to profuse refuse Enslaved lips touching the surface Tastelorn 'pollution' rank with ingratitude, disser


O Tyler PerryO Tyler Perry, O Tyler Perry I wish your career was lost and buried O Tyler Perry, O Tyler Perry I wish your career was lost and buried On the screen you played a transvestite Of day your movies should not see light O Tyler Perry, O Tyler Perry I wish your career was lost and buriedO Tyler Perry
O Tyler Perry, O Tyler Perry I hate you more than the Cable Guy Larry O Tyler Perry, O Tyler Perry I hate you more than the Cable Guy Larry How often have your movies sucked Seems like one crawls out your ass every month O Tyler Perry, O Tyler Perry I hate you more tha


addiction in the third person. For years, she claimed thataddiction in the third person.
a monster had woven its way through each vein-
-and the only way to calm it was to
give it a taste of its own power, but what has always startled me is how terrified she is of the
night-strangers coming to collide; exploding in X and sin and sex.
She prefers the intimate slide of the needle that makes love to her, and leaves her in a heap on the floor
(she hasn't moved on from the men who did the same).
She says
it calms the monster for awhile,
but I think it just creates new ones.


GratuitousMessySoundsWeMakeIf I go down I'm taking you with me Love is sleeping tonight in a field of poppies Disdain has been spoken on this day As we all are floating awayGratuitousMessySoundsWeMake
Tonight, people are becoming their nightmares
Meh
If meh were ever to be said in a poem, the poem would die. Or would the poem survive, and the poetry die? Supposing though that the poem did in fact live and not lie, Would the poem purport to remain on life support for a time?
The world is a monkey in my head that's high on AIDS Antigen says hello from the precipice of the pits of hell
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