Saturday, October 17, 2009

Sky high.

It's ok
Everybody has to die some day
I'm fine
We're running out of time
Okay say I
Lets fly
Lets say goodbye

Do your worst
Let my voice go hoarse
Let the wind blow
Roll me around like dough

Let us get crazy
Manipulate destiny
Let us get spacy and wasted
Destroy our faces.

Lets
Lets.

Friday, October 9, 2009

long intricate solo with loud vibrations.

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

What name might pay.

She keeps this bogus pumping straight to my heart.
She eyes me like a Pisces as well, I am weak.
No kids forgive none just yet.
Black sheep gone.
Black sheep run.
Something in the brain.
That slipped my mind.
Unknowing co-authorship.
I fall like I get depressed.
May there be.
Me too brah.
I try, I need to practice.
Bury the living she needs.
Blood to maintain.
Her homeostasis control.
Of depth and perception, no hello.
Give us conversations.
In the alley of our dreams.
Come on and and take it.
I'm tied to a diamond.
We are dying machines you groom.

Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
Grooming these defecating monsters and sheep.

Groom yourself to look good.
Go to yourself and find a room.
Look at those shrooms.
I think I might sell.
Me as a product.
Oh wow.

Defecations, redesigning multiplications.

Yeah.

Bear your throat for the revelation
The end and beginning start now
Raw feelings control puppets
Us masters think us so smart
Us are they, us are naught.
Pull it down and have a fit.
Can't control, makes you hid.

Snakes are cunning.
Foxes are sly.
We can hide.

Can't deliver this might.
We think our cause is so bright.
We lose ourselves.
And its done.
We might not change, but we remember.
We run.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

October Revolution is Wilson Project

Truth to be told


Im tired of

What you gotta do

Is feed it

Or spin it



Weird eyes shine blue

Strange photos represent

Nostalgic memories



October Revolution is Wilson Project

Feed on systemic economic loss

Our ears hear this blast

Now we awake, and we explode, now we fall

And we die to live again



These things

May make us insane

Sane is falling



It has been a long wrong

But I think it nears its end

And now a new road begins.