Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

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She broke both his elbows Before she let him be. Kicked in a few teeth For her other prey To find and see… Jane cut a cops throat Stuck his badge in his mouth So he could lay dying With all the reasons why… She went to a hardcore punk show, later on that day. (twelve bands vs twelve bucks) Smoked some weed Got into an argument With a young socialist About possibilities For parliamentary politics. Jane said “Go back to yer books and get yerself a real ideology monkey boy!” with his friends hanging onto his immaculate green dreadlocks, the boy started crying and ran away, presumably to call his twice divorced alcoholic parents for a ride home… Jane chased him down and with three swift kicks, broke some ribs as a lesson to him.

Maggot my second son Eat my heart, its up for sale Maggot my love Kiss my eyes, they burn Maggot the rich man Worm before you’re a man Maggot the dirty poor Dig your own hole Sea of sand Maggot sweet child Kiss my feet Hold my hand Maggot my only friend. AA 2666

All he ever wanted were options in the face of changing winds, windows, manufactured in an ancient hebephrenic partnership, to dip his wriggling toes in, he couldnt stop moving and is eyes tried to see everything. from absent minded childish voyeurism he grew into a thief of images, an assasin of innocence, crawling gazing with instinctive reptilian reactions air...the air vibrates, scalyt skin shivering in the midst of a heated argument, contestents unknown always the same... He leaned back into the flowing white wine...the room swam around his centre and he fell upside down...cutouts, clones, dopplegangers. he watched them fight and maim and kill with vicious intensity of purpose, he watched them flee once the mirrors became increasingly measured and calibrated, sharpening and shattering idealism, he saw that the mass production was a trojan horse. With the fall only days or months away, he began to panic and quickly disconnected himself from various well known ports of entry, leav...

i dreamt about weird hotels, complexes, apartments, office buildings and coridoors that stretch on forever again...this time there was an alligator in the airducts, male prostitutes in the toilets, people i'd never met before looking at me strangely. i dont know why either... then there was this guy with grey hair and one of those silly masks with the moustace attached and the eyebrows... he was tall and wearing this old black suit, with a white shirt, black tie...and he was smiling at me but didnt say anything just stood there in the middle of the coridoor...i kept walking and walking through the coridoors and opening doors into sunlight rooms which is werid cause i was sure that it was night time when i couldnt see outside there were fire extinguishers, and they were black i realised that they were to put out the fires started by subversives like me and i started moving faster thinking maybe that the guy in the suit was waiting for me to start a fire and he knew that i wou...

Ok maggots listen up! it looks like we're running four blogs mostly regular now so make sure you check em out... Now I'm gonna be as blunt and tasteless as i can here cause its 7.16am and i still havnt slept: http://lucienlaveylimited.blogspot.com/ --- SEXY KINKY DIRTY WHOREDOM http://audreyautonomy84.blogspot.com/ --- TRUTH LIES ACTION SIGNPOSTS http://punkpoetiks.blogspot.com/ --- PUNK POETICA MAD DREAMS http://buildingtunga.blogspot.com/ --- TUNGA CYBOIG CUT-UP DICE PROJECT thanks for all yall support over tha beers and make sure you follow the blogs, a great deal of my work will find its way up there! THE ORANGE FUR BEAST COMMANDS YOU!! AA, LL, NN, LHO & JRBNL. 04/02/09/666

burning it up curbside climbing fences jumping at the stars acid excitement turning over cuts to the face an elbow gone astray collective ritual soundscapes a temporary central intelligence lift me up! step on my toes! the pleasure is all ours this cultural artifact has altered my perception the blood, the sweat, the tears shouting hands and bouncing feet pricked ears and shining eyes frame our glowing smiles... audry 2666