fear remission poetry

fully flavoured instant lives
remote control emotion choice
handshakes friendship merchandise
virgin pants torn comatose
future plans sale disgression
body milk nutrition mothers
burning archives progression
new world order bloodcum brothers
flashbacks of insanity is where the story goes
fear remission poetry is social status overdose
flashbacks of insanity is where the story goes
fear remission poetry is virgin pants torn comatose
this jet set on a mad chase for a lame fame
total disdain
throw out a feeler
for final look-over
subsign with a cross


ypsilanti murders

i am a lipstick killer
get on my milk train
drive clean desalvo
in your orange set with polka dots
craved most deprival
of half-sister opal
just bruises pussy fruits
make you serve months in a culvert
kill the belief
love with disbelief
when...
ypsilanti murders are victims of swell faced
amatheur astrologers
one one four kid corpses
go go tracked pre-dawn hours
gas leak in a camper
got paid in super cash
kill the belief
love with disbelief
when...
ypsilanti murders are victims of swell faced
amatheur astrologers
victims of ypsilanti murders are amatheur astrologers
swell faced
chillicothe based
cocaine raised
retards


amentralladora

cut my neck with french mode nails
gravel my breath with beautiful pays
spill my blood in head hunting ritual
chew my dreams taste and spit em' out
unwanted...a denial of unsung heroes
unfun days...clench severe chill-out
build your home out of my bones
feed your divine with glamrock tones
cross your divine on my polio feet
fuck your hybrid and watch me bleed
unwanted...a denial of unsung heroes
unfun days...clench severe chill-out
scale models you have cracked
need a brush-up before they'll bled


return to old addresses

as you fall i may fail as well
with no words to remember with no feelings to regret
because talking is much worse than crucifixion
and sense is nothing but bombardment
of beautiful white coloured days
of doing nothing, believing nothing but still feeling good
as you fake i may fake as well
with no mercy to show, with no fear of hatred
as you fade i may fade as well
with no touch to reach out with no smile to tell
how much we would miss each other
when we are gone
and pictures are nothing but scars on our naive souls
knowing nothing, expecting nothing but still feeling good
don't try to do anything cause i feel okey
with all returns to old addresses
where grass burnt to yellow
embraces the insect of eternal life
no matter who counts our year's down


hell's hitting theaters

look under the bed before you pray at night
look under the bed before you pray in the morning
and while you are at it
check the books on your desk
and look in your typewriter
and close the window
because they come in with the wind
did you know that they come in with the wind?
the hell it's all right
we become like dead branches
and last year's leaves
and what the hell good are we for ourselves
and the world in a mental ghetto
the hell it's all right
and i will survive
if i can have another cup of coffee
we are at war, my friend
didn't you know we are at war?



images implanted

dead with stigma to back up those living
decomposed in chemistry to speed up those growing
smiles top sellers
of kosher guerillas
stick bullet kisses
right in the faces
frozen in grades to chill out those burning
paralyzed to teach well those learning
frustrated teenies
deadhead the meanest
heartbeats in plastic
feelings just spastic
pray...in a mayhem for mayhem
dream... in nightmare on nightmare
scream...out the red scare out of red scare
see...images implanted




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