Shit. I never blog. Oh well.
"Axe to Fall" the new Converge album is fucking awesome.
Buy it. It will rip your face off.
then crush your spine.
then leave you broken and bleeding fading into darkness.

nin.com

Ghosts

its awesome

William S Burroughs taught me how to think

lights in the sky

re-write your reality

time slows down

flashes stimulate pain/pleasure centers of the brain

violent orgasm

sex fluids leave white stains on antique rug

only proof of outer space inner space intelligence

transport in time

prophets of the beats

1950 conformity on the wide scale

too scared to breath

red replaced with brown and white

terror is an ambiguous word

potential threats could be any where or any one

locked in a cell with no walls

claw at eyes

hallucinate the solution

destroy all rational thought

His Prayers went Unanswered

His hands were caked in blood. A gun clinched in his right fist. The silver barrel twinkled in the day like glow of the moon and snow. He smiled like a child. In his mind he did the work of God.

The corpse on the floor was naked. Cloths ripped to shreds. The blood made it impossible for the original color to be discerned. Her skin was mutilated. Symbols of various size and shape up and down the arms. A bullet wound the size of a pin on the fore head. An exit wound the size of a child's fist on back.

Her body would make a good alter.

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she whispers death threats to angels
shes the boot
me the cock roach

never again a vein

a vain

vanity is my name
and i just want her to inject
a taste again

junk sick
skin crawl
withdrawal

we fucked like gods once

the minds landscape corrupted by corporate advertisement

western film desert
sand in the eyes
sting ignored
legs crossed and floating
invoked my peace
i whisper to myself my purpose

the moon is the start


the tower the end

i prove to myself what i already know

project my self into this system

created image
all reality is hallucination
our eyes can not interpret the truth
i see your archetypes at work
corporate sigils used to project
golden arches, careful signatures, smiling faces

destroys our reality landscape
the desert is raped and over ran with buildings and consumerism
the image of a world i didn't want
cars pop up
serenity is broken

sometimes i feel as if i am losing my mind. its like a cacophony of information. Some it of it seems so true and real but the stuff that does is what scares me and makes me feel insane. I think i am on the edge of something. I mean really is it the world about to change or is it just my sanity. have i gone to far and is this it hell i have no idea......

I'm a writer sort of. I like weird things. Nine Inch Nails is the best but I listen to a ton of diffrent stuff. I want to be William S Burroughs.