Clear

One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear:. there's more than one valid way to live.. But you clutch to your absolutes, preaching with confidence,.

Autonomy

This choke hold is driving me away from your world.. Far from complying, I'm so drenched in spite,. I'd chew off my own feet before stepping in line..

All In Appraisal

One man, alive.. If I may assert so much, I feel open wide,. heartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life,. radiating warmth through me and quieting my mind..

Adrenological

A plastic bag of revelations.. Count my patience in grams.. Never "I am" just "was".. Now sleeping. Words are useless.. Brains are truthless and love to waste time,.

Heaven N Hell

I want to make myself complete. I want to hold it in my arms. I want this blow to scar your eyes. I want this pain to go away. I want to shake this thinking here.

Wotton

Wormpaste

Snap our heads back like a baby bird. It is time to be fed with sand again. We will plunge our bodies upon the dirt. And let the Earth eat through our pores.

White Trash Headache

Pull back the hammer. and throw it at me like I was your best friend. For a bulls-eye I'll shut my eyes for you.

Where The Hive Hangs

Engineers of the dead. Architects of destiny. A dying grace, a gift. Our lives are saved by our own incoherence. Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia.

We Wear The Gimp Mask

At the peak of evolution's tower we perch. and glare downward toward the understrappers below. Unable to see all the way to the bottom. Unable to care even if we could.

Ursa Major

Clear the way. King of the stars. Two-thousandth proverb. I am a god. Mithris.

Two-week Notice

There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable. dreams from our inescapable realities. Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous realism of eight hours of.

Tranquilizer

Our bodies drain and fortify the soil of a global concentration camp. To escape is to live ostracized. The breathing abortion. I am the stone. You are the stone.

The Genocide Machine

I can feel the Earth's erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled foreskin. This feeling is far too comforting. The universe's largest assembly line working subconsciously towards.

The Buzzard Blizzard

Abort the brain fetus. and force-feed it to your teachers and families. The lies they taught you were to be defecated. and spread into the soil. where a new generation of mirror-children would feed.

Sunday's Agenda

Saviors robed in cloaks of blood. Eucharist in mouth. Hand in the basket. Arms in hand. Deaths in vain. Politicians' observe us through stained glass.

Sons Of Nameless

Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down upon you?. The streets would flood. Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the apocalypse.

Sleepwalker

I am in the center between sound and body. The middle ground. is where ideas and illusions mingle. and new theories are given birth. Nucleus. Heart. Sterilize both in fire.

Skull Of A Hermit / Brain Of A Faery

With one massive breath she was drawn within me. Tunneled through my mouth. A soothing delivery to Hell. Dry gasp. Impossible to swallow from the head first.

Shadow Of The Narcissist

None of us wish to be our shadow. because we all believe that we are something greater. The figure on the ground. is no less good than what we really are.