Transient piosenki

May I offer you this bribe of notes and escape the sour winter. Last night I saw four feet. I might as well forfeit. Goaded and harassed in the factory lying heavy and supine. She wanted an explanation for the ghost. The last time I came this dark way she...

I am the Nautilus Pompilus in a salt and bitter stream; branded by red hot irons; punished and choking on devils. I have only one horn left short and square like a churches tower. Savor my fear and swallow my fear. My preconceptions were ill conceived 

Prisoners that go there become machines. Alive in a bubble on a moon as grey as the globe, it’s the new post post-imperialism. All hail the satellites reigning armaments to earthWe’re severed 

Because the cell was programmed to die; visceral layer; parietal layer; when Joseph warned the pharaoh that seven years of plenty would be followed by seven years of drought 

Just hook into the blue and exhale all your sea beds of shrapnel until You’re steeped into it; just hooked into a traitor crew who exercised their seabed oculi. How can you be such a hater? Oleracea aponeurotica recognized I have set the course. Applied de...

With a black beard growing down to her guts she’s dipped in the murky poison of time and cries softly for stones at which we suck with salty tongues. 

I squint my eyes but still I can see the fire because the cold had crept in my brain. All of this lethargy clinging to my disease but I’m not looking for no miracles. 

Photo blood glow dead bed humor dipped in seven six months left leg quad duct freedom feeder rehab feed meter feed cab autographed some paperwork for Satan six six six gut bursting gun larva as good as grandmother used to make simple pleasures 

Bayoneted one more time mining for snake’s skins; will you not, not forsake them forsaken. Leave this past in ruin. Take the gun the knife the blade gunknifeblade. We’ll kill until killed and sleep unfulfilled just like the walrus cop. Become the walrus co...

Like a Donkey does Deeds ‘Heard a thump in soft hearts when I said that; thorns and thorns and thorns in thorn bushes sometimes I try and swallow the sea I fall down to my knees braying songs on file like a donkey does deeds for the master 

Defending the members ensures no money worries and tyrant infants absorb these strata like sip sip sip. Improving their mimetics so moving thoughts are lost like sip sip sip sip sip 

I have to invest for my future. I’m getting old and I have to invest in a life for the future of getting old because if science has its way I’ll never die. The new father in the clouds; our new; His name is father son 

Smash and sore mount that rapier in my throat; forget what you think is real; give up your job; write songs; get higher. Mount that rapier in my throat 

O the ramparts we watched were silently screaming and the hurt and the scared poorly they fared. Because everything the vultures claim will be theirs. Slaves to the gaze our eyes are still there. 

Love the lion but love alone does not make you Androcles and your head shall be crushed like a grape in its jaws 

I wear wristbands round my liver and sweat it out just sweat it out 

Let the pealing organs blow and spit out an anthem of agony. Leaving the pyre my savage talon rips in your webs of skin. You’re ready to come home and you’re desperate to get in. We’re both symbiotically parasitic 

You stupid. Why? Behold the hold where one man will hide creating a momentary inside. Sealing the doors to breathe for a while