punk song

i think i've got what it takes to be

a sodden log at the

bottom of the sea

yeah i have what it takes to be

an ant crawling up your wall

use your thumb to crush me

when i play my hands

independent

cut them off, slow like

with a swiss army knife

watch them strumming

better than i ever could

when i walk my feet

independent

snap them off like acorns

from fallen limbs

they dont even need me

walking smoother free

Calm's the trick

yeah, calm is the trick

this statement is deep

i might be a young man but

i wake up on my death bed

wherever i sleep

One Bad Trip

This is an excerpt from a collaborative story I did with my friend Bobby several years ago, which I just found. We traded off each word.

How supple the lustful thought,

is fishing sport?

Indeed!

Is the world tainted? Indeed!

Onwards I traveeled,

headlong into my acid trip.

Everywhere I went, HE died.

He was my immortal soul.

Uncle, I tried.

I licked acid surfaces for pennies.

Every teratoma I devoured 

led me deeper into the testicular abyss.

I fucking travelled so as to witness myself.

Grandma never said anything about black devils.

This travel led me to believe.

You're naive.

I'm the kind of man to

brush his teeth with a razor blade

a super molecular

dust seperator

vagrant, caveman in a lake

the kind of man you need to hate

a sleepy satellite

miles from atmosphere

when i blow the wind off smoke

everything is clear

i've picknicked on the surface of the sun

i keep to myself, most of the time

and i walked the rim of every volcano

singed the edge of my page

i've been burned alive

at least a thousand times

and i smoke like a locomotive

like a boring fire

haiku

the dog's face too human as it follows you

started with a line I stole from Herman Hesse

there's no fire that can warm me

i seek no shelter from any storm

a hill on grass laid field

i spend my days in a cave

i spend all night at the dance

prowling for happiness

to fill my empty chest

i spend my night in flight

i spend all day forgetting i'm alive

i've picknicked on the surface of the sun

i keep to myself, most of the time

and i walked the rim of every volcano

singed the edge of my page

i've been burned alive

at least a thousand times

and i smoke like a locomotive

a boring fire

I have a lot of arms because

I come from far below

where human eyes cant go

i might not look like something you would

ordinarily see

but don't bother me

don't bother me

we should never meet

don't bother me

time for a soul refrain

i belong beneath the sea

you don't belong beneath the sea

i was born beneath the sea

you weren't born beneath the sea

and i will die beneath the sea

and you might die beneath the sea

but i belong beneath the sea

and you dont belong beneath the sea

so dont bother me

dont bother me

lyrics

springtime, set sail for ore-gon

where the trees are green and skies are grey

it's a boring fire

tickling your toes

i wanna drive my car into the river

sa-an-dy

cruise upstream

fish will greet me

and i wanna drive my car into the river

to put out my boring fire

summer time i drive through muck and mire

it's a boring fire

crawling up your leg

it's a boring fi-ire

filling up your lungs

i wanna drive my car into the river

sa-an-dy

i wanna stare right at the sun

with everyone

and i wanna drive into the river

to put out my boring fire

i wanna cruise in 5th gear to the sea

and set sail for oregon

hey there dracula
hold my hand
i'll take you there

lyrics

every day i wake up
might not want to

every day i wake up
might not want to

you are
hard to get with
need relief and
understanding

we are
out to get you
need a treatment
we're infected

every day i wake up
might not want to

we are
gonna bury you
hide your children
breathe asbestos

art will consume you
best not to think about it
its all noise to them
they live without it

look at that tornado
its tearing up its path
gonna suck us right up in it
take us to the promised land
advancing hurricane
let it blow us all away
halfway around the world
send you a postcard
it always ends like this
i cant keep myself from it
it always ends like this
i cant keep myself from it

oh no now we're dead
but we're not in hell and
we're not in heaven

im drowning in the bath
you're holding my head under
guess i could fight back
why bother
labor life, slow club
ritualistic death cut cult
i learned all i know from
the truth study center
it always ends like this
i cant keep myself from it

oh no now i'm dead
but i'm not in hell and
i'm not in heaven
this is a séance
just some dumb young tirade
its not everything
you ever thought it'd be

flood is here
to wash you away
make everything clean
bells are ringing

flood is here
to take me under
sea explorer
won't that be fun?

flood is here
but now we're gone
it's all lonely
on the west coast

water's rising
keep contented
please excuse this
brief intrusion
i believe in
total freedom
we are heathens
indiscreet and
just repeat it
we are heathens
indiscreet and
just repeat it
we are heathens
indiscreet and
just repeat it
we are heathens
indiscreet and
just repeat it

this pursuit is empty
believe me
nothing is free
this pursuit is empty
believe me
nothing is free
this pursuit is empty
believe me
nothing is free
yeah we'll see

Bleeding red rivers
run red run
all of my past lives
have been fun

el
owl

hoot

bored sit still
blood pool

cartoon corruption
captain destruction
big thick limbs
sings nice hymns

one time shitty
on the campaign cluster
felt fucked for free
errored expectations
haircuts cut clean
creepy cooped up
tom thumb touch-up
eleanor roosevelt's ghost

Labor life, slow club,
Ritualistic death cut cult,
Truth Study Center

poetry slam porno
poem boners in
your big tomb
all alone playing
down tuned doom
fuzz witchhunt
some dumb poem

this is a
clean cut cunts
carport parade
playground pal
puppy dogs
playing cards

Four Full Stacks
F Sharp Feedback
Paws Power Chords
Drones Deep Tones
Kicks Big Drums
Hooting Audience Owls
Lotta Alliteration

hella high eating honey
no pride and no money

haunted hair salon
crazy clippers

jerry rigged
rad rape man
in blue cabana boy
tanktop no shorts
sweat glistening
big eyed smiley
mind mapped
soldier sojourn
una mas flicker

your are our heroic

minor minotaurs are making noise
keep on their backs so we can make it
believe in me
i've got it covered please

all the pretty boys
from all the lands are here
spreading joy
making noise

sad sack salmonella
certificate sentry
of the century

unfortunate egg
urban indigestion
super space needle
cellular sadness

more movie men in my
creative cunts cave
to see my sex stalagmites

this senile surveilled
scratch surrealist
from gnar nebula
plays six string
cigarette smoke,
super six inch
cancer sticks at
boring occasion
for inflated ingrates
of constant control
clothing corporation
polka dot
poker print
big dogs have
more fun
friends moans,
coughs kahlua
porcupine postrock
power pricks
digging death

thrashed trash playing
trashed thrash
so young so dumb
slept on
feedback boys with
7 syllable stage names
your satanic world
wah wah underground
two tone territory
cookie crumble
construction company
candle shit shop
aint got nothing
to offer me.

Precariously Posed
Cannibal Corpse
Corporation
Wives Tale Tracker with
Auto Seafood Meltface Solo Trek and
Mid Aged Sale Cocateaus
In Frigid Black Star
Black Tar Palace Temple
Wide Wheelbase Devil
Distant Fucker Elephant Man

HELLO
Tell me about your day.

keep your corporate cash-in
culture-christ
out of my vagina's
tiny silent mad monologues
no more designer dildos
no more loving in the carrion factory
just me and my
meat curtains

for cassie

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prototype type
protest oscilloscope
keeping freedom under
lock and key in
underwater seal bucket
with all your broken
big guitar strings and
chipped tooth
candy fantasy

collaborative cautionary
SAD ADS

Big grenade death squad helps
keep away grinders

Big crashes say
Grindcore Counts,
crunchy hard
soft earache
so gay
big smilies

Leave this
Alone group
Keep up
The good
Big cabinet
Work streams
Scream dream

All
Autistic
In
a
Bun
With
Catch
Up

sad eye girls with microphone tears;
heartless microphone audience owls
hooting all applauselessly
no songs for nocturnals

I see ICY fuck love:
Go Home Homos
bone to harsh tones
with soap on a rope
in sky bath alone.

LSD acid trip 4k eyedropper
True trooper unfun lovers.

pig skin scarfs
big red skin scarves
in

your surf and turf
dinner booth
with

shiny chrome, pearl inlay
knife and fork
on

hexagon table with
rose bud roach hut
you're

mowed down by
spitting fire machine gun's
death call $75.00+tip
dinner bill
our treat

she let you in with meter spanning grin
"come on get gone inside with me."
now you're nowhere to be found