whhaaaaaaaaar'sssss maaaaahhhh hunnnnnneeeaaaaayyyyy?

bethel

bethel



waituntilthere's somethin to wash off
there were like three cups of cofffee and a koolaidpink candle
i mean we think it was a candle; it was melting at any rate
it was ON FIRE.

listening to dio or dvorak or dionysus or the devil.
i was RIPPING THE FUCKSKIN OFF IT.
60 bucks short and was like right outta jail and
couldn't wait to start counting calories.

filed like financial records, we found mountains of crimescene photos
and when we snuck up on the back of the house he
was
smashing the machine with a hammer and he had missed and had smashed his hand
and there was some bloodsplash
but nothing much

and that other motherfucker was in there calmly watching the game
i say "calmly" and i mean as calm as you can be with a seismic rattle in yr bones
and all that iwannafuckinrapeyou inside.

the statement of alex

you/who would?

you/who would?



a nebula of rotting radium / dill
nice tie brother nicely tied comehere
i wanna tell you a fucking secret
you can't eat this pussy nohow with no money
why the what the fuck do you need to where was that at fuck
the drug war is satan&you serve him
at least she waited dontchee dontchooo
no problems so far (expensive freefall, lies)
song rending the last drop of forgotten blood = cum
ease growing pains inhaling whatchagot
whitegas myelin unsheathed brandished
cannot tell into what gotten myself manufacture
t'aint blurred t'aint right e/evene/evene/even
fuckenshootatatatatatathatmotherfucker eleven times
dyspepsia irritable constancy
i'ma keeeeeel you and i'ma like it
you just let me know, ok? ok no-k
nobody chooses this.

extinctionburst

what could they do what could they do. it wasn't like he was dead but he wasn't alive either what could they do. nothing would ever taste the same after that. we had all been wasted and bescrapped. some of us sat in metal chairs for long years. i spent the next stretch of time staining my skin and losing teeth one or two at a time to fists and amphetamines and blackness and bricks. with so much masonry one would think i would have built something. once i was aware of what it looked like to build. i left it behind. once the bright noises became quiet the wind carried away one grain of rock after another until silt was all i was. now and then there was sweetness. now and then. most of the taste was drying morningafter blood. most of it.

office offall