i have no pieces. Left here is a remembrance of. Hot stone cooking me in my grave. Like meat for some. Nameless Beast of some impotent king. Honored like gold plated shit that never. Stinks with rot, these obligations that. I pretend and pretend are of. My Will be damned to a. Husk of the former self decaying. Make me a super stout evolved animus superiority perfected for. Factory and retail nightmares of. Career. Dream. This is not. Me. Giving up.
Lest the Emperor meet its end, make the Mother crawl instead, make her cook her language until charred with black dogma. This game of corruptible wax called Freedom molded within mad, righteous thought. The Big Scream heard in the hard sleep of sharpening fright. A coat of ache like the exoskeleton of some fat and frantic insect lashing its tongue against yesterday's grey fog; its tombstone, cold and fake, the epitaph a lie.
strange air, a bare wisp - the last breath of some dying god. Sterile ground, seeds like cysts, Life like an infection. This that insists on being, against all law it survives but never thrives - With one pause it is naught and then, is now everything and no more.
Wake. a scream, distant but inside. Some Thing just died. And yet here I remain. Left eye cast out into the shadows and shells, Right eye opening, I Am bored with you now.
Go crazy. you have no choice anyway, stuttering nerves deluded dreams always uncertain scab of identity Name Tag, bar code, serial number, Our lives Our stats Our stock Our brand New Selves tucked in and sucked out posed and productive and some where is Us but not today not now.
you rot, but karma is uneven, unjust - so slither, crawl through: WANT! WANT! - the mouth full of lust, cries craving, the end of the beginning of the last end of the last beginning. So here, take! but give not, but Naught, and save your skin for a superior pollution - Contaminate and Conquer, Divide and Betray. Whose stillborn pride is this? Magnanimous Hoo-Ray! Come All! fall and fail. Bend the knee, crude fortune - Gave up on hope and settled for enlightenment ...
pounded firm, flat to split a wound - and here, bleeding forth a cold well, to war it strides upon the Big World this typhonian summer, vibrant then still, upon a breath elapsed - last honey, a red boil scorched to a great none a white taste, stale short then gone - dry mind, thirst, fight sleep between slips, little toy turns on then off clock sings, rips brain loud dream, delirium logic silent art, such angry light alive over memory - tomorrow must fall for Now to rise.