I have crashed the frozen gates of Stalingrad
I have seen the bone-red sun of Nanking
I have tasted the blood of a thousand daughters
and cried out for more
I will poison the ocean with my cum
I will salt the earth with my sins
I will rape stillborn godheads ripped fresh from the wombs
of virgin mothers
I will savor every last scrap of hope, dignity, and love you posses as it fades away like a morning star
But I am not the devil
I am progression
...and I taste just like everything
...
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
"Fear And Loathing In… Where Are We?"
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my heart was in my throat as I kissed her
and she could taste it too
The American Dream is our sick
slick
slobbering
set of slackjaws
wet-mouthing
nothing
out here
in the desert
out here
among the dry bones of my masters
just praying for a spark
Our car is parked in an ocean of sand
(nobody will ever find us)
my heart was in my throat as I kissed her
and she could taste it too
The American Dream is our sick
slick
slobbering
set of slackjaws
wet-mouthing
nothing
out here
in the desert
out here
among the dry bones of my masters
just praying for a spark
Our car is parked in an ocean of sand
(nobody will ever find us)
Sunday, July 11, 2010
"When You Wish Upon A Star..." (part 1 of 2) -limited run-
Norman Osborne sat on his cot, bristly hair scratching his palms as thought about, quite literally, the impending doom about to befall the planet he had tried to save. He could have saved them all. All their sorry asses. Even Stark. EVEN Parker.
Better than any so called "hero" they could muster.
The Goblin still cackled outside Norman's cell. Was Rogers withholding his meds out of spite... he only hoped the man had it in him.
The bright red flashes of Cap’s fists still flashed like deadlights whenever he closed his eyes. They had chosen their own path, let them have a soldier... and not a scientist... lead them, let them beat down each others doors and wage a war of false ideals until a greater force, even it isn't Von Doom, destroys EVERYTHING I HAVE WORKED FOR like a fledgling virus consigned to a &%@$%#$# oven.
The Goblin outside his cell whispered plans of sweet escape in its native tounge of madness.
Best to let nature take its course. One day perhaps Rogers would realize his true enemy, either that or he could always die again.
Osborne simply turned away on his cot and tried to sleep, his back to his ego.
The tiny hint of a sparkle illumined the cell floor, unseen by the sleeping former leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., and quite demurely a small talking cricket stepped out through a gap in reality.
And damn could he sing.
His name was Jiminy. Jiminey Cricket.
....
To Be Concluded!
...
Better than any so called "hero" they could muster.
The Goblin still cackled outside Norman's cell. Was Rogers withholding his meds out of spite... he only hoped the man had it in him.
The bright red flashes of Cap’s fists still flashed like deadlights whenever he closed his eyes. They had chosen their own path, let them have a soldier... and not a scientist... lead them, let them beat down each others doors and wage a war of false ideals until a greater force, even it isn't Von Doom, destroys EVERYTHING I HAVE WORKED FOR like a fledgling virus consigned to a &%@$%#$# oven.
The Goblin outside his cell whispered plans of sweet escape in its native tounge of madness.
Best to let nature take its course. One day perhaps Rogers would realize his true enemy, either that or he could always die again.
Osborne simply turned away on his cot and tried to sleep, his back to his ego.
The tiny hint of a sparkle illumined the cell floor, unseen by the sleeping former leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., and quite demurely a small talking cricket stepped out through a gap in reality.
And damn could he sing.
His name was Jiminy. Jiminey Cricket.
....
To Be Concluded!
...
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