Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

simple rhymes only last just a little so many times whats left in your life? is it only now time? the phoney labeled Sony gold marriage black pony finding marriage too lonely? all your savage reactions, damaging actions, tired reflections? foresaw broadsheet dimensions your famous name a mention in a sentence whited out without a doubt found letters to your foul comrades reports to your betters of kissing the lord of the bored and all for naught with no one to blame zero sum you felt shame so now grow some feel pain burn pages make flames... audry

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by filter, starving hysterical filtered, dragging themselves through the filtered web at dawn looking for a rubber fetish blog......who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the fascist filter haze of Conroy......who choked endlessly trying to speak but wound up with a sob behind a filter in a censored web when the violent and corrupt government came to blind them with a filter......who demanded sanity trials accusing the government of censorship and were left with their insanity and their filter and a nation of apathetic moronic cowards... AA 2009(666)

"you dont know where you are" and thats what the pint took up until her fill smashed it always takes you first nice shot "fucking hell was her damn fault wasted nights wasted days" bar accomodated high ceilings walls covered in posters SOMETHING NEW passed for pasted hello my name is now words are naysay streets turn back and more swingers hit themselves down low dont ya know cranky and back again i know somewhere we could go somewhere you dont know hello the room rushed in and all he could see shades of scarlet blank tapestries of mummified masons...surgeons in head to toe white gowns, bloodstained, heavily armed with a huge variety of sharp instruments, bone saws, each of them wearing an armory (fathers , lock up your daughters with scaples, knives, axes & syringes...the whole atmosphere smelled of shit and death. he searched frantically for another exit with no place else to go. one of the surgeons proffered a servered head, ears and nose intact, and then pul...

he couldnt see a way around it, there had been so many past dangerous, debilitating, depressing intersections with the industry, sometimes directly through its major institutions like the hospital wards, the pharmaceutical benefits scheme, the years of doctor shopping, could he crawl back again on his will and stand up to swallow the uncertainty of successful treatments however long term they become, the constant fear of little breaches of confidentiality like the more bizarre details patients confessed sexual promiscuity or stories of shocking public seizures or pleas for something to help this awful feeling or sordid details of psychic terrorism and toxic magick or genocidal ambitions or possession of nuclear weapons or plans for world domination or religious responsibilities to cannabalism... did he have the necessary abilities for coherence inside that fucking terrifying cubicle interrogation chamber busy desk hotel room smells everything perfectly sane and city suburban where thos...

this one reposted from fetlife. thanks to gweezer

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