Fire-Kitchen bombing Consumerism/Mercantilism (Atlantic battle circa Now)

ancient rolling stone wondering what it's about
has a long story that life is about
sad sappy thing that is full of doubt
see the woman that fooled you
she must take this route
cooking is an art, and art is fun.
look i made a rhyming pun
that's what life is all about

go into the kitchen to make myself a Sloth
she doth, doth she wishes she was in a time where it was rough
full crowd, pity about how we're all so alone
out kitchen go Sloth, made myself a sandwich with brand lettuce
ooh the crunchy labeled cheese that i bought at Ikea
i made it myself in the farm i call home where i sit

change your heart, be proud, look around
see all the people clapping and wondering what's all about
there's no smell of doubt, you feel devout
realise you're the anon alone all your wholeness bread
a delicious sentence of parfaits and imperfectss
sandwiches, sizzling with hot lettuce cheese
in my farm we call a home, in the barn
and the magical refrigirated whipped cream fountain

there's a magical place within a magical realm and a magical helm
there's a stale puddle of piss
there it is and it stinks!
metallic iron, add a y for effect
sodding fakers with cool accents
borrow words just for fun
show it all and still be fleeting
be chill and still defeating
be with the will but be still
be a-bill with random

beauty in a cylindrical cone, the cone of truth
one of orange that we see and wear around our heads
her cone is purple and therefore i know
she is the neongirl and therefore refrigirated
sitting in the helmet, that goes around our heads
a laundry room, she's refrigirated, she stinks, she's happy
really kind of sappy
see the random a-bill it, y to it, y to do it.

The Laundry Room. (27 Forever)

The evil cat wants to meow
Grass monster wants to be happy
I want neongirl to fall
And it brings me to the puke
The green cucumber shines again
Cold winter snow freezes the snowman
Chilly he is and we're covered in grass
The colors eat the thought away
Sick and feverish he is

Nostalgia bites away
My brain is on false
Near the laundry room
All the memories came through
And I thought of the door that we spat
I ate the rat
I can't make sense
But I want the 27 happy
And I'm tumbling into the room
Got the October fever
And she swoons
She falls far to gloom
And I want her closetroom

I want them to fool themselves
And keep us in a job
I want them to wrong themselves
So I can think happy
My soul yearns for the laundry room
Got the smell for the old memory
Give it a thought and my entire mind rots
My soul needs the laundry room
I want a neongirl
I want thought that came to me
It seems lame to she
The laundry room reeks but it stinks good

I wish it was all like that
Now it's all different
Perfect clarity pitch brain
It felt bad now it remembers good
Discoball kill will make us all satisfied
I think I'll learn to read
Then I'll be all satisfied
Now I found the door to the laundry room
I can crawl into the empty laundry machine
Find my way into the laundry room door
Tumbling tumbling I will soar
I will fall and then my mind came.

(warmth radiates from steady beat)

the cold, the trance, welcome it
and the trance neongirl sings
her voice is sex
talking to make prudes
the polite one is now rude
and now we get dirty
on the clean tiles
teenagers spawn maturity
but then our revolution plays
and there's this one girl
she gooes ooh
and what she moans is what
love teenagers mosh to angst rhythm
this resides in me
this is what i feel in you

complaint hate.

she was a flare
burned my brain
like an aneurysm
scorched earth campaign
now i breathe for the neongirl

drop your neuron into the bucket
pour oil for science, make it float
when we eat dirt we'll gloat
make a shallow moat of the black melt
tingles the nerve sensations
the lack of oxygen
in tar she wrote

all that you want is you
attention seeking brat are we?
all that we abhore
inflate and our pride will soar
lump in your throat, gotta swallow the arsenic
get past, the radioactive metal i lick

Musex

the neongirl looks like she needs a kiss
ash in her face, she's in bliss
love is... this?

she looks like a hipster
you'll dance with her lips
one look and i knew
she'd control my bass knob
she keeps a little ink on the side
to move the treble
the amp's a rebel

high note, crowd of empty faces
but his is distinct
he knows just the faceless doll he wants
boil her in the pot
we'll make droopy plastic dots
i'll make her melt on the cot
i think i like her cello
together we make yellow
check, trumpets might rain

cures your cancer
but then the witch will burn you
her herbs, her goods
will drive you insane
the witch has sex appeal

jazzy bass duo on her bed
lets just say her lips will be fed
lets rock out, the seductress is led.

Lady of the Embrace

If we sing harmoniously
We might get along
We found ourselves a friend
Who knows us not
Sell the mansion and the world
To the homeless on the street
Spill the oil back into the oil wells
Maybe we'll make more
If the rich rule the world
Than I rule my heart
Trapped within my heart
Rich men trapped within the world

Working hard, buzzards flying
Working lazy, buzzards feasting
The pretty woman is grinning
Cause the blood is pouring
She got hit by a car
And the blood went back in
The heart stopped beating
But she still was walking

Translucent skin shakes minds
Bake in the sun just for fun
If I go outside I might get a tan
She'll make you love her
Sexy sexy vixen
She'll leave you flushed
Flushed in a pool of your blood

Maybe you'll walk again
Sometimes it's so misleading
When she drains you of beating
She swaggers so you don't consider it cheating.

Just letting you guys know I'm still alive. Things have been okay recently, although I'm getting a little bit of writer's block. I'll try to publish some new material soon. - V

Nothing personal.

A she could be personal but convoluted
Kill myself just to try
Purpose can't find harmony in its goals
Discord, exploration touches love and it feels like hot coals
You control the voltage on my heart
Twist and ignite,
fill the clouds with smoke and trees will grow.

Life is like hope on dope and it blows away
With ashes and schizophrenia, bat your lashes please
Now she's making me horny, but please don't bore me
A she is a she, but could be personal, a me is a me
but could be personal.

Live with me

The cancer is well
My brain will swell
Help my ashes metastasize

Carnivals you shall free
Life like a soundtrack
All I can be

Help me seeth
I'm slowly growing teeth
I can't chew this beef
I'm floating down this leaf

To see you must pay a fee
Wearing a yellow tee
But you can't see
So what good is it for me

Closer to my heart
Lovers depart
The nearer you dart
A punk rock chick
Please flick me
Mind like a candle wick
Awaiting a pick

Glands leak over our faces, dispersing hormones.

I am a virus
Jolt, your endocrine system disappears
Laugh, you're drifting on ecstasy you dolt
Take a bath, swim in my decay
Trim your beard, burn the compost material
Turn the eco-extremists on you, you'll be dust
Do what I do, we do what we must,
It's not a matter of trust

Jitters, make a ripple in your life
Mean something, shine
Make me surprised.

Teams I command, feast on my flesh
Dreams I surrender, ripped from the mesh
Seams I rip, tripped over her; refresh

swallow a pill
spill your guts
fill my mouth
on the window sill

my stomach is fed
think its well read
but my brain is
dead.
heavy as lead.
stupidity is wed.

Coke eyes sigh, Parliaments might lie
Give me your noose and I'll tie
Commit suicide just to try
Keep it poking, keep it wry
Drive me insane and I'll tell you why

Moan sweet moans
Little fry
Drone sweet drones
Milk me dry


Mild groaning is my settled warning
Tiled blood and they're shy
Perfect city, abnormal lack of pity
We think we're witty and we eat meat
Holding my puke is a feat
Look out your window and see the elite

Loan sweet loans
Little guy
Tones sweet tones
Milk my high

catch my drift
open rift
shattered kiss
this, my lift
perhaps she'll miss
that'll be a diss

anyone can rhyme
add some thyme
maybe a little lime
perhaps some Lyme

anyone can lie
perhaps someone can't die?

I love you when the wind cries I love you like my sunrise
I'll love you when the moon flies
I'll love you forever, it's no surprise.

I burn like a fire
Mind brimming with desire
I dont think I can sate
This wonderful opium taste
My mind is paste
My thought's are laced
Traced with you.

-3/10/10-

drinking the lake of your soul
she seems i seem lets think
this acid is real
thinking like stars
time like eons
cant complain
pacifies us

it wont be long
before we transform
i can hear the woosh
of us frying us
turning ourselves into mutual friends

its real
can i tell if?
if shes real?
is it real?
push it push it
unity on stars
time has stopped
unity and stars can float
is she real?
can i tell if?
shes real.

elvis-inspired mix.

brothers in arms
dealing out all the harms
jokingly delivering fun
letting the cops see some sun

broad eyes
wink once
wink twice
got you
satisfying me

jus' a little more
got you tired of talking
jus' wait around
we'll be dealing out
all kinds of action

one two three. revision.

one two

he's seen

our mindpans might be free
minds of glee
one two three

twelve parallel to six
divide our whims
throw some brain to the mix
one two three

your demise
our surprise
i think i can sing
one two three
minds of glee

even though i think i can sing
im suicidal
but only on occasion
so its okay

dirt can climax
one two
freed
minds of glee.

Pretty personal?, Chapter 2 of Would make sense

Unless you think
Like me->schizophrenic
               my mindpan is free        
<-schizophrenic
mindpans of glee->
go no charity                                   aranoid.
minds of glee.

--- partial reflection

very personal stuff.
but at the same time.
very alien.

Trilogy of Would Make Sense, Chapter 1 of book

New moon.
Has chewed.
Half a heart.
The rest is spewed.

Don't know.
Why I waste time.
Everyone is dumb.
'Cept for like two people.

Gotta run.
Late night.
Fate right?
All white.
No insight.

It's catastrophic.

Everyone.
Always the same.
Running in circles.
Seem like they change.
Always the same.

mooooon

it seems like its
this ?
nothing is certain
everything looks broken
it all feels broken

notify our placement
no hesitation
when it's said and done
it's all lies and pain

but we still got our

"tangerine sky."

dream2

taking test/entrance exam
guy tells me that its okay
i can take this test again
at this place
anyday
in March
---
running with these people
run to Lawrence
find abandonded motel/hotel
we walk and run
yet it seems forever
till we hit the back door
there we walk out
into the night
and see piles of junk, mounds
and little huts and junktree connections
we go on the mound
intense moment
then the junkers come
kids dressed in shadows and junk
goggles and a frying pan on one kid
oh so silly
stances so wide
they stare at us
and i wake.

dream1

kissing the girl i loved? on the playground of the school
quick kisses
dont last long
all of us sitting on a bench
good dreams
dont last long.