Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

Fried chickens are an overgrown empire of enterprising means. I watch busy stressed fat men take their shots in the mouth, driving big metal plastic automobiles incorporating this eating of death. They exit onto highway rivers running wide, seeded, wild in an increasingly automated overflow. Their small faces that shrink in an explosion of technocratic, rationalizing binary morality plays... (written whilst hanging out at KFC, not eating as though, as i'm boycott the fuckers for all their past, present and future involvement in all kinds of ugly nastinessesses, especially but not in any way limited to, crimes against animals.)

The board members smile at each other, nodding their vague approval (strictly according to company protocol.) in a collaborative critical mass guesture. The company demands absolute agreement, divine and automatically structured, so shall it be. The end. The "yes" men/womyn are all paid in equal, pre-recorded, amounts that selectively materialise in their lap-dances only once successful death of the relevant idea (or thought process) has been properly verified through psychic interrogation. There is no exit from the executive suite of the international hotel. All requests for brain matter transplant or semi-permanent (partial) lobotomy are considered highly suspicious, noted as such indefinately, and forcefully denied. When the board is in session, and it always is, members are expected to maintain a strict diet of pure water, lard and/or purely petrochemical based vitamins, proteins and minerals. AA200999

I had a falling out walked into an immigration overload. Swept up in denominations, hamstrung by the common sensual agreement over (inside an arena manufactured, a containment period) reality principles... You're a good man, angel of death played you, your cards right. I paint my face illuminated... I paint my face intoxicated... A second song circle of stones something missing choose life. AudryAutonomy 200969

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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...