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Antman

Step up. It is time to learn the hard way. As so many lives here end. And I've fallen. Bugs crawling up my arms. Eyes so strong. Staring and torturing me for so long. So tell me about this life filled with guilt, fear and emptiness. Ash for teeth and gums. Ede...

Birdbath

They come to seek cleansing and to ask for the will to change. Cast away the sins of ages. I'm just not buying. Welcome to the birdbath. Everyone get in line to be hit with purification. I'm just not buying it. Slaughter the weak, open ended cleanse doesn't se...

Black Santa

Phillies sweets. Two for five. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle. Got the shakes and wasting life. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle. Nosebleeds and psycho babble, I know it all too well. THe penis was from heaven and it went to hell. It is p...

Blue Line Cretin

My name. This is my day. The time to shine. I can see the end. From six stops away. Money buys you beds bit it can't buy sleep. I'm almost sorry that I must do this to get my name in lights. But this is my chance and I'm going to take it. Don't forget my name....

Bone Needle

Your best friend is dying. Dying at your feet. You try to wake up but it's not just a dream. Never trust the tongue of a man. I've heard the devils are his friends. so you want to here the stupid dog song? I see. Do you think this is funny. we're talking about...

Breed The Cancer

Festering stench in the air - rotten. The black and filth all around - breeds. The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs. The ashes cinchur and slowly destroy, turning the pink flesh to rot. The rot, stench and filth slowly bring decay. R...

Catalepsy

Over and over constantly, I see the face smiling at me. It is a mere reflection of human wretchedness. Our sins bleed a smile upon the face. Corpse fucked knows what lies on the other side. To bask and burn in the deeds of the guilty and the wretches. Our skin...

Clients

I think that you're missing the point. You're someone else's pain in the ass. Get off your high horse. You are not excluded. We are all Clients. Get off your high horse. We are all Clients. These are my people. 

Demoralizer

Try to draw blood from a festering wound. You'll see the only thing you can't admit. The gangrenous limb of your pride-soaked tongue. You are the paragon of denial. Living in a frame of outward-pointing frozen spears. Why don't you join everyone you condemn? F...

Dragon Wagon

I remember days like you'd remember years. How'd things get so hard? Try and get out while you still can. Turn your back and start running. The soldiers with the green vests and the gold caps pulling your strings. They're pulling your strings and telling you t...

Dread Prevailed

If you had not committed such acts a curse like me would not be sent upon you. God cannot be captured in house of brick and stone. Commanding the thoughts of millions. Now the day of dread has come. Disfigured there faces? Nothing will save you. You have the n...

Dreaming In Dog Years

Searching for a mode and for a method. What's he thinking and what the fuck is he saying? And does it matter anyway? "Never again..." I begin to think, as the liquid seeps in and the agony escapes my lungs. The simple concept of trust. You can't take back some...

Embarrassment Legacy

In a dark room, rows of text. Alien to the outside world. Fear of contact by steel will. Embarrassment revealed. Hunger for a sterile feast. My needs are scorned. By insect blood I am born. Twist of fate, dealt a hand of improbability. Reborn. Temple of elemen...

Face Area Solution

You don't know me but I'm every man, learning to survive on anger and frustration. Say a prayer to the Skin Gods and maybe they'll grant you passage to another life. Can you see the sun with those blinders on? Why do you feel the need to keep fucking with your...

Film Critiques And Militia Men

Face it your not a horror actor. Why not stick to what you do? the last one is a rotten egg, But the first twelve get holes in the head. You can't tell me how to live. We'll kick ass and roll some heads. I'd rather hang with my homeboy Bruce and the local Mili...

Fixation On Plastics

A realization. I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds. It is a film that is holding me together. A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time. Collodion stripped across my belly. Holding back the insides. The synthetic rise i...

Floating Through The Vein

Tear it up. Break it open. Drop the hammer. Don't just wait for it to fall for when it snaps its waves bring hell. Floating, floating through the vein. What's the cost of success? Big deal it's just one more time. Without debt or encumbrance. Normal people - t...

Hospice Residence

This is a lesson in what we have and what we get. And what we want. I want it back again. I won't let you destroy what we have. And I know it kills you. this is it. All the pain. From the inside, I can't breathe. But I must never fall. Call forth the insides,...

Hour Of Rats

Maybe I should thank you for all you have done. The troll rears its ugly head. Read the warnings before you say you will take an oath that will not break. All the years and devotion out of the window. My eyes are open but are we looking at the same thing? Let...

Hymns And Crippled Anthems

They'll lie and wait for when it goes down the drain. Kill off the elders. We are building superstars. Dead to your rights looking in. All of those throats liberally slit. Can't get that hymn from your head. So do you believe this? They'll be nowhere to run bu...