Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Just another day
Between Venezuela and Nothingland
Mickey Z. Cool Observer added to links
Ted Rall's editorial cartoons also added to links
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Mickey Z. Cool Observer added to links
Ted Rall's editorial cartoons also added to links
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Sunday, August 29, 2004
Stoned at the Apocalypto Diner
bones stripped of flesh
air burns
water dies
merchant seamen singing lies
bones stripped
water burns
air dies
bird's solos ask me why?
apocalypse boner
strips of water cry
the air sings flesh
birdy bone-frame landing twice
birdy birdy
eating turdies
speaking squirrely
burning freely
in full sight.
eyes that blind me
see what's inside me
a flecked decision
turn out the lights.
ambidexter
crossing sexter
moulding mudpie
eating night time
sit beside me
don't deride me
fuck your virtue
fuck your mind
free your boners
apocalypto-stoners
smell the burned air
no longer here or there.
apocalypting singers
flailing back bringers
poised on tiptoe
merging lips to rimhole
pucker up apocalypto
burns stripped of death
water singing lies
air-bone falling falling
birdy bummer numnum
slip a burning rimshot
bone apocalypto
burning water's crypto
air that plans calypso
burns that land on water
eating bones with butter
don't you sit beside her
her dust's a covered wagon
apocalypt my meaning
apocalypt my reading
crush bones marry stones
singing solos perched on pillows.
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air burns
water dies
merchant seamen singing lies
bones stripped
water burns
air dies
bird's solos ask me why?
apocalypse boner
strips of water cry
the air sings flesh
birdy bone-frame landing twice
birdy birdy
eating turdies
speaking squirrely
burning freely
in full sight.
eyes that blind me
see what's inside me
a flecked decision
turn out the lights.
ambidexter
crossing sexter
moulding mudpie
eating night time
sit beside me
don't deride me
fuck your virtue
fuck your mind
free your boners
apocalypto-stoners
smell the burned air
no longer here or there.
apocalypting singers
flailing back bringers
poised on tiptoe
merging lips to rimhole
pucker up apocalypto
burns stripped of death
water singing lies
air-bone falling falling
birdy bummer numnum
slip a burning rimshot
bone apocalypto
burning water's crypto
air that plans calypso
burns that land on water
eating bones with butter
don't you sit beside her
her dust's a covered wagon
apocalypt my meaning
apocalypt my reading
crush bones marry stones
singing solos perched on pillows.
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breakfast at cafe deux soleils: Not a Randy Newman Song
It was two eggs over fried potatoes and sauteed veggies with toast and english breakfast tea and a newspaper.
sky is overcast.
returned shaolin soccer dvd.
sky is overcast.
sirens.
sky is overcast.
patio is closed.
patio is open.
My pajamas are under my street clothes.
patio is definitely closed.
sky is overcast.
turn on Prokofiev piano sonata in F minor.
why don't more people sign the guestbook?
add nothing, go home.
where is home?
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sky is overcast.
returned shaolin soccer dvd.
sky is overcast.
sirens.
sky is overcast.
patio is closed.
patio is open.
My pajamas are under my street clothes.
patio is definitely closed.
sky is overcast.
turn on Prokofiev piano sonata in F minor.
why don't more people sign the guestbook?
add nothing, go home.
where is home?
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Saturday, August 28, 2004
Scriabin Piano Sonatas
Listening to nothing but Scriabin Piano Sonatas this week, he wrote ten of them.
Was Scriabin a synasthete?
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Was Scriabin a synasthete?
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Wasn't certain about Rejoice in a Fountain of Blood
It's true, the first time I read it, I thought that it made no sense. So, I put it away for a few days and now that I like it you get to read it.
I've also been blogsurfing, new finds are to your right -------------------------------->.
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I've also been blogsurfing, new finds are to your right -------------------------------->.
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Rejoice in a Fountain of Blood
ferry falling across the water
waiting dockside queued in transit
horror stalks the waiting human
mist's compelling, water's calling.
stick your axeblade through me
slit my throat with your razorblade
swords in me up to the hilt
hacked-off limbs
chewed on bones
blood in my eyes
blood on stone
a waterfall of blood
falling on the skulls below
mist is sticky
your fist's in Mickey
grind my bones to make your bread
grind my bones till all's been said.
rip off my fingers make me eat them
make me choke on them
slice my arteries
fill your kegs with my life
rejoice in a fountain of blood.
laugh now rest easy
pick the gristle from your teeth
I'm done, you're fed.
tasty human morsel
tasty human blood
tasty human dread
tasty human
tasty dead.
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waiting dockside queued in transit
horror stalks the waiting human
mist's compelling, water's calling.
stick your axeblade through me
slit my throat with your razorblade
swords in me up to the hilt
hacked-off limbs
chewed on bones
blood in my eyes
blood on stone
a waterfall of blood
falling on the skulls below
mist is sticky
your fist's in Mickey
grind my bones to make your bread
grind my bones till all's been said.
rip off my fingers make me eat them
make me choke on them
slice my arteries
fill your kegs with my life
rejoice in a fountain of blood.
laugh now rest easy
pick the gristle from your teeth
I'm done, you're fed.
tasty human morsel
tasty human blood
tasty human dread
tasty human
tasty dead.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Whatcha don't know....
John Pilger today
Chomsky's Blog
Deepening the Bolivarian Revolution
Dissent is Dangerous in the Land of the Free
la, la la, la la....
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Chomsky's Blog
Deepening the Bolivarian Revolution
Dissent is Dangerous in the Land of the Free
la, la la, la la....
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Traveling from Texada, Sunset
sunset in a vortex,
traveling backwards over water,
wondering if misanthropes love sunsets
more than the cuddled masses they must endure.
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traveling backwards over water,
wondering if misanthropes love sunsets
more than the cuddled masses they must endure.
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which doesn't belong here? and why? where's the humour?
The Dillinger Escape Plan - Miss Machine
Scriabin - Sonata No. 9 (Black Mass)
Sonic Youth - Sonic Nurse
Melissa Auf der Maur - Auf der Maur
Sylvian/Fripp - Damage
Oysterhead - The Grand Pecking Order
Pharoah Sanders - Save Our Children
Vernon Reid&Masque - Known Unknown
King Crimson - happy with what you have to be happy with
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Scriabin - Sonata No. 9 (Black Mass)
Sonic Youth - Sonic Nurse
Melissa Auf der Maur - Auf der Maur
Sylvian/Fripp - Damage
Oysterhead - The Grand Pecking Order
Pharoah Sanders - Save Our Children
Vernon Reid&Masque - Known Unknown
King Crimson - happy with what you have to be happy with
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Monday, August 23, 2004
Remember?
Remember Afghanistan? How long does Iraqi reconstruction take?
Is George W. Bush a war-criminal?
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Is George W. Bush a war-criminal?
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
A Powell River Moment
missed the starlings,
diving over brownian motion seeds,
strewn by hand.
cats gather,
will the birds dither?
speed speaks, claws streak,
blood flows into air and carnivorous cavity.
satisfied with the early-bird-special,
old cats talk about
children saddened
by media images of missing children
once ignored by all media.
this attention will mean I am dead.
this death will mean I'll be seen.
this viewing will be mundane.
this banality saddens the masses who remember the dead.
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diving over brownian motion seeds,
strewn by hand.
cats gather,
will the birds dither?
speed speaks, claws streak,
blood flows into air and carnivorous cavity.
satisfied with the early-bird-special,
old cats talk about
children saddened
by media images of missing children
once ignored by all media.
this attention will mean I am dead.
this death will mean I'll be seen.
this viewing will be mundane.
this banality saddens the masses who remember the dead.
Read more!
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I thawd I thaw a sextet scream
Monday, August 16, 2004
quiet sunny day to ponder Venezuela and more
Yesterday was the recall referendum in Venezuela. According to reports I've read or watched this morning, Hugo Chavez won with 58% of the vote. Hooray for Hugo Chavez.
However, the anti-chavez factions are already declaring fraud; you can read Justin Podur's piece here.
Remember Haiti? The removal of Bertrand Aristide? You know, their democratically-elected President; elected to a six-year-term in 2000? Read this article for some background.
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However, the anti-chavez factions are already declaring fraud; you can read Justin Podur's piece here.
Remember Haiti? The removal of Bertrand Aristide? You know, their democratically-elected President; elected to a six-year-term in 2000? Read this article for some background.
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Friday, August 13, 2004
15 clowns
virtue assassin you are not allowed here
virtue assassin you are not allowed
virtue assassin you are:
limber
sinewed
vertical
hard
sweat
veined
posture
hold.
posture assignment you are taught to hold
posture assignment you are taught
posture assignment you are:
warm
slender
horizontal
soft
sweat
slain
taut
poet.
virtuous alignment
astrological confinement
meteors all collide at
cemeteries where I once ate fries at
redlights I stooped to caress that
virtue you taught me to sneer at
babies crying into cold breasts that
once suckered bloodied johns' hats
thrown onto a circle jerk mat
fifteen clowns in a little car had arrived at:
mooning prison guards
pretending to throw long yards
misery in an eye drop
long time ago since I
held out my hand and said
all stop!
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virtue assassin you are not allowed
virtue assassin you are:
limber
sinewed
vertical
hard
sweat
veined
posture
hold.
posture assignment you are taught to hold
posture assignment you are taught
posture assignment you are:
warm
slender
horizontal
soft
sweat
slain
taut
poet.
virtuous alignment
astrological confinement
meteors all collide at
cemeteries where I once ate fries at
redlights I stooped to caress that
virtue you taught me to sneer at
babies crying into cold breasts that
once suckered bloodied johns' hats
thrown onto a circle jerk mat
fifteen clowns in a little car had arrived at:
mooning prison guards
pretending to throw long yards
misery in an eye drop
long time ago since I
held out my hand and said
all stop!
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
why should I give a rat's ass about the olympics?
Why should I give a rat's ass about the olympics?
a) cuz I AM CANADIAN!
b) because I think that small groups of wealthy people should derive the most benefit from these olympic games so that governments and the people ruled over by those governments get to pay for those benefits. (too long-winded?)
c) so I can contribute at the water-cooler on Monday.
d) so people don't look at me oddly when I say, "I've never watched an olympic event in my whole life".
e) so people don't look at me oddly when I say, "I moved from Montreal to Toronto in 1976 so I could avoid those games, but I couldn't avoid the tax aftermath and the gambling craze (lottteries) that ensued to pay for those cost overruns. And where did those overrunning costs go to?" Of course there was another reason for moving to Toronto but this is a better story.
f) I shouldn't.
g) So I can avoid the real issues which are impenetrable and time consuming and would require much more time and effort than the time it takes to watch someone throw a ball.
h) cuz I like to watch.
i) some of the above
j) pancake headphone lozenge arrythmia...arrythmia...arrythmia!
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a) cuz I AM CANADIAN!
b) because I think that small groups of wealthy people should derive the most benefit from these olympic games so that governments and the people ruled over by those governments get to pay for those benefits. (too long-winded?)
c) so I can contribute at the water-cooler on Monday.
d) so people don't look at me oddly when I say, "I've never watched an olympic event in my whole life".
e) so people don't look at me oddly when I say, "I moved from Montreal to Toronto in 1976 so I could avoid those games, but I couldn't avoid the tax aftermath and the gambling craze (lottteries) that ensued to pay for those cost overruns. And where did those overrunning costs go to?" Of course there was another reason for moving to Toronto but this is a better story.
f) I shouldn't.
g) So I can avoid the real issues which are impenetrable and time consuming and would require much more time and effort than the time it takes to watch someone throw a ball.
h) cuz I like to watch.
i) some of the above
j) pancake headphone lozenge arrythmia...arrythmia...arrythmia!
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Monday, August 09, 2004
walking across the granville street bridge
vertiginous drop
don't look down
look down
cable wrapped around feet
lean forward
arms reach out
swan dive
brain
adrenaline overload
light of no time
time is glass
backwards
eyes race towards water
stop!
flying up
falling down
flying up
falling down
up
down
up
down
up
down
up
down
hang
swing around
grab hook
lower
kerflop into boat.
do it again!
go home.
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Sunday, August 08, 2004
Lightbulb Joke Warehouse
Q: How many Michael Moores does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Only one- unless he has a heart attack cause he’s so fat, and ends up loosening his bowels and dying on the floor! Zing!
goto http://tedbarlowfaq.blogspot.com/ for hundreds more, all politically inspired.
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A: Only one- unless he has a heart attack cause he’s so fat, and ends up loosening his bowels and dying on the floor! Zing!
goto http://tedbarlowfaq.blogspot.com/ for hundreds more, all politically inspired.
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Cats
I wrote this for a band called 'Congested Karl Malden' I don't think we ever recorded it. Correct me if I'm mistaken.
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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Idleness
I went to http://www.crookedtimber.org/ this morning and found a link to an extract from How to be Idle.
Perhaps later today I won't work so hard at coming up with new content for my blog. Perhaps I'll venture out into the overcast and find inspiration in a teacup. Watch the sidewalk traffic, see if there are any characters roaming the overcast searching for an anthem or a team. Maybe I'll go for a walk down to the beach, naw, too much like work.
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Perhaps later today I won't work so hard at coming up with new content for my blog. Perhaps I'll venture out into the overcast and find inspiration in a teacup. Watch the sidewalk traffic, see if there are any characters roaming the overcast searching for an anthem or a team. Maybe I'll go for a walk down to the beach, naw, too much like work.
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Friday, August 06, 2004
Star
Hey baby, we'll make you a star.
KaBoom! You'll be everywhere.
Not right away; it takes time.
If time is infinite
and matter lasts forever,
then where does all the energy go....
Parched musicians leaping off of cliffs
soiled underpants make a break for the subway,
tousled hair races up ivy trellises.
Water's everywhere, let's have a bath
mathematicians count on limbo-dancing aftermath
of incalculable energies, prime fantasies,
inexhaustible treasure troves of irises and sunflowers
to the ends of the earth, from the loin of a gun
pissed on by tantric monkeys counting the names of God,
next door to the room of monkeys with typewriters
unable to write, unable to make sentences
out of the chaos of letters and typing machines,
smashing the state when the cartoons stop throwing themselves
over cliffs with anvils, out of planes with buttercups,
into clouds with smiles of lust for aged cheeses
and ponds of mulled wines, surrounded by banks of alabaster thighs
perched upon the shoulders of crazed porcupines
ejecting quills into the eyes of skunks evicting their sense,
to die on the streets:
The streets are the human concentration camp bedrooms,
for the unwashed, the uncoiffed, the desperately exploited;
make me a star, KaBoom! rock-a-bye baby a million miles to go,
oh! a million more miles to go. oh! go go go.
Dancing in gorilla skulls rhinoplasty aftertaste
mastectomy survivors in bombed out crab shells
pelted the streets sideways, moistening traps with
pills swallowed hard through dense pathways,
plaqued masses of dendrites, missing assemblies of blind acolytes
terse versions of Joyce's Ulysses sung late at night.
shantytowns erupt with mucous and dodecahedral stalagmites,
stick it! up your ass, baby, I'm going to make you a star.
Caw; Caw; Boom; Boom!
she was found by crows with guns swaying from their hipbones
in the swamp outside of, where, town used to be.
craters send out salami sandwiches to write history books
about monkeys unable to speak english, spanish or hoodoo
to gurus on smack!
Industrial templates illuminate tablets of glass
and plastic, shaken clean by baboon maids
in PVC uniforms, cleaning out a pig's trough, filled up
with absinthe grunting tins of monkey meat,
beating doors down for human meat,
frying slabs of Hilton's offspring for a novel taste treat.
ejaculate moist, you'll feel younger for years.
The latest in a long line of sophisticated tricks
to deter the mass from finding the great hoard.
No tickets needed, only the location and the time
to get there and stay.
Stay-laced, your time's paced, your adolescent joie de vivre
has taken out ads to be replaced, with parchment rinsed
in barrels filled with amazement and monkeys full of entertainment.
Give me your weak, your blind, your lame excuses, your insane
and I'll fill the streets with them.
Rejoice! The solution is at hand; I have a gun!
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KaBoom! You'll be everywhere.
Not right away; it takes time.
If time is infinite
and matter lasts forever,
then where does all the energy go....
Parched musicians leaping off of cliffs
soiled underpants make a break for the subway,
tousled hair races up ivy trellises.
Water's everywhere, let's have a bath
mathematicians count on limbo-dancing aftermath
of incalculable energies, prime fantasies,
inexhaustible treasure troves of irises and sunflowers
to the ends of the earth, from the loin of a gun
pissed on by tantric monkeys counting the names of God,
next door to the room of monkeys with typewriters
unable to write, unable to make sentences
out of the chaos of letters and typing machines,
smashing the state when the cartoons stop throwing themselves
over cliffs with anvils, out of planes with buttercups,
into clouds with smiles of lust for aged cheeses
and ponds of mulled wines, surrounded by banks of alabaster thighs
perched upon the shoulders of crazed porcupines
ejecting quills into the eyes of skunks evicting their sense,
to die on the streets:
The streets are the human concentration camp bedrooms,
for the unwashed, the uncoiffed, the desperately exploited;
make me a star, KaBoom! rock-a-bye baby a million miles to go,
oh! a million more miles to go. oh! go go go.
Dancing in gorilla skulls rhinoplasty aftertaste
mastectomy survivors in bombed out crab shells
pelted the streets sideways, moistening traps with
pills swallowed hard through dense pathways,
plaqued masses of dendrites, missing assemblies of blind acolytes
terse versions of Joyce's Ulysses sung late at night.
shantytowns erupt with mucous and dodecahedral stalagmites,
stick it! up your ass, baby, I'm going to make you a star.
Caw; Caw; Boom; Boom!
she was found by crows with guns swaying from their hipbones
in the swamp outside of, where, town used to be.
craters send out salami sandwiches to write history books
about monkeys unable to speak english, spanish or hoodoo
to gurus on smack!
Industrial templates illuminate tablets of glass
and plastic, shaken clean by baboon maids
in PVC uniforms, cleaning out a pig's trough, filled up
with absinthe grunting tins of monkey meat,
beating doors down for human meat,
frying slabs of Hilton's offspring for a novel taste treat.
ejaculate moist, you'll feel younger for years.
The latest in a long line of sophisticated tricks
to deter the mass from finding the great hoard.
No tickets needed, only the location and the time
to get there and stay.
Stay-laced, your time's paced, your adolescent joie de vivre
has taken out ads to be replaced, with parchment rinsed
in barrels filled with amazement and monkeys full of entertainment.
Give me your weak, your blind, your lame excuses, your insane
and I'll fill the streets with them.
Rejoice! The solution is at hand; I have a gun!
Read more!
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Entropy
I left my home for entropy
She has had her way with me
She will remain my only friend
when entropy returns for me.
There have been misunderstandings
I have not always been true
I have lived to avoid her eyes
will entropy return for me?
And I lived in her shadow
took advantage of who she is
no advantage where there is no light
just a dream where she has left me
will entropy return for me?
There have been misunderstandings
her touch has often left me numb
I have lived to deny her advances
will entropy return for me?
I suffer as she circles round me
I spin but cannot fall down
her touch may take my breath away
when entropy returns for me.
Entropy is not forgiving
Entropy will vanquish night
Entropy will never leave me
In her shadow falls my light.
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She has had her way with me
She will remain my only friend
when entropy returns for me.
There have been misunderstandings
I have not always been true
I have lived to avoid her eyes
will entropy return for me?
And I lived in her shadow
took advantage of who she is
no advantage where there is no light
just a dream where she has left me
will entropy return for me?
There have been misunderstandings
her touch has often left me numb
I have lived to deny her advances
will entropy return for me?
I suffer as she circles round me
I spin but cannot fall down
her touch may take my breath away
when entropy returns for me.
Entropy is not forgiving
Entropy will vanquish night
Entropy will never leave me
In her shadow falls my light.
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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Imagine Noam Chomsky and Naomi Klein as co-anchors of the evening news...Imagine
First, Naomi Klein could deliver this editorial and then Noam Chomsky could participate in an interview. We could also get reports about Cuba, Haiti and Venezuela.
And forget sports and the business report. Go straight to an arts report.
And no commercials.
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And forget sports and the business report. Go straight to an arts report.
And no commercials.
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
Baalzebub Jones
Baalzebub Jones sat on a throne
and nursed a hurting grin
spent years on his thesis
about spine molds and greases
then let the dogs curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
Baalzebub Jones ate the bones of young elvis
and sold his houses for vomit
spent the remains on a pizza
made with virtue and nietzche
then knelt to lick spit off of chrome
he liked to lick spit off of chrome
and he said let's dance
herd your spit to the ranch
save your arms in a chest
spend millions on rest
his mother called to get his name
his brother sold his face on a game
his sister bought the library and burned all the books with shame
burned all the books with shame
Baalzebub Jones made of weasels and stones
gestured all to come on in
I'll verify you can park
overlooking moons in the dark
where dogs will gnaw on your bones
dogs like to gnaw on your bones
Baalzebub Jones kept his lungs near the phone
and ached to shrug off ruin
savoured tabouli and fries
matched his boots with his eyes
accessorized wit with high finance
high infidelitous finance
Baalzebub Jones sat on a throne
and nursed a hurting grin
spent years on his thesis
about spine molds and greases
then let the dogs curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to gnaw on your bones
come on everybody
go home
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and nursed a hurting grin
spent years on his thesis
about spine molds and greases
then let the dogs curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
Baalzebub Jones ate the bones of young elvis
and sold his houses for vomit
spent the remains on a pizza
made with virtue and nietzche
then knelt to lick spit off of chrome
he liked to lick spit off of chrome
and he said let's dance
herd your spit to the ranch
save your arms in a chest
spend millions on rest
his mother called to get his name
his brother sold his face on a game
his sister bought the library and burned all the books with shame
burned all the books with shame
Baalzebub Jones made of weasels and stones
gestured all to come on in
I'll verify you can park
overlooking moons in the dark
where dogs will gnaw on your bones
dogs like to gnaw on your bones
Baalzebub Jones kept his lungs near the phone
and ached to shrug off ruin
savoured tabouli and fries
matched his boots with his eyes
accessorized wit with high finance
high infidelitous finance
Baalzebub Jones sat on a throne
and nursed a hurting grin
spent years on his thesis
about spine molds and greases
then let the dogs curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to curtsey and grin
dogs like to gnaw on your bones
come on everybody
go home
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