Sunday, January 31, 2010
cat's cradle
from my enemies
these women in green
winter coats
working for the tip
don't paint your lips
and don't bite; they're baiting you
and don't cry, 'cause they want you to.
mama, i'm sleeping it off
warmth then from white lines and scotch
and i hate being cross
but you sure hold your booze.
please don't drop bombs on me
i beg of thee
just leave me in peace
i have cold and quiet eyes
oh, quiet eyes
oh, my god.
don't suck your gut so tight
and don't cut your hair so nice.
mama, i'm sleeping it off
warmth then from white lines and scotch
i hate being cross but you should hold your booze.
don't bite, i'm begging you
don't leave when i curse at you.
but you really should know
by now,
how to hold your booze
THE GREAT BEAST SPEAKS
Thou are no longer welcome in my life,
and if you continue to try and push your way into it
I will burn your world around you. And you will choke on the ashes of your imaginary empire and I will laugh I will dance, and I shall celebrate your passing by pissing active neurotoxins all over the shallow grave you, deposed tyrant of Wonderland, are soon to inhabit.
I am tired of being a toy of fate and bored women. Now is the age of tendons and carbon, the final dream-awake, and the hunger of man.
It is the bleeding day that speaks your name, the daywalker and nightstalker. Armed with vitriol, keyboard and scalpel... I shall excise all the malodorous tumours who have steered me astray and into the hole I have been inhabiting for the past few months.
Let slip the dogs of war.
TIGER AIRWAYS IS FUCKING SATAN
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
I don't care how much money I gotta spend,
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no mo'.
Listen mister can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once a-mo'--anyway...
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no mo'.
Listen mister can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once a-mo'--anyway...
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Because my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Monday, January 25, 2010
scales
A new day is dawning - let the healing commence.
ride the snake
across the weekend? highlights were opiuo; the mollusk and terracfractyl, Brain was nicely twisted across five days by a mixture of LSD, methamphetamine, DOC, MDMA, cannabis and gin. Twas a good combination.
i'll give full updates and proper reflections once i'm back in perth.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
let's turn this motherfucking party up
i need to track down two people and beat about two grand in cash out of their sorry hides before i can get on it. And even then, I'm not gonna have the money to afford a hotel because I've had to use it bailing myself and others out of the problems we've been dumped in by the selfishness and inequities of small and cowardly worms.
i really don't know how i'm going to make this all happen
but it will.
i've come this far. i've gotten out of worse.
i just wish I could lose this headache and enjoy myself.