dead.girls.never.say.no

obsessed with death (version 2)
Harborers of death; these cloaked men who hide their faces in fear to the earth. Savouring their accomplishment and devotion for their maker, living only for death they live lifelessly in argument and worship to justify their own existence, to become a presentable monument to their destroyer. They are not men but vultures whose prey is a mere mirage and they spend their lifetimes gnawing away at themselves through self laceration.

Our subsistence inexorably ends up as grime in the garden, fertilizing seeds to bring about the buds of life, the beauty of establishment from ruin and so i live not in patience and agony awaiting death.

I live not to impress one monster or idol, but to make impression on all monsters and idols. I do not shuffle about in this existence to ascertain a personal deity. I fear not these creatures of the sky, but aspire to be a winged beast who lives with burden. i consume my sin and live happily with the earth, not ashamed of my stink, i embrace it. I am my own fuel and am not a vessel to an adherence or a loyalty.

To the unfortunate who follow out of fear, scared of the pursuit of abnormality, i give you not my pity but my piss.

For if life is pain and result is the cleansing of death, then how can you be too feeble to simply attempt to suffer and find the divinity in your own depths, you are but a coward placing his own path in the trail of others footsteps, you are reluctant to live, obsessed with death!

massacre at the nudist colony
my soul wages war for a society in which every man has the choice on how he wants to live his life, in which all men co-operate to build an international network of communes formed by voluntary agreements and a mutual respect for the freedom of others.

a society which opposes all oppression; sexism, racism, sexuality, spiritual/religious intolerance, discrimination, class systems.

a society in which the governing of one people by another doesn't exist and concepts like authoritarianism or hierarchy are a buried thing of the past.

A society where all that is known to be true is the empowerment of individuals and communities functioning together to sustain freedom and resistance to any authority.

PAY THE PIPER!
gambled everything you had left,
withered your way out of all your clothes,
wormed your way out of every open arm and the doctors wont help yeh,
cause they say you aint sick,
and your blacklisted from yr friends' apartment,
the street dont want yeh cause they heard you're too dirty,

well come on down to my garbage can,
dig through the soil and set up a seat,
and ill make room in my hole for you,
work with left overs to do my best to stitch yeh up

i got hurt eyes for the both of us,
cook you up a cup of something real mean,
remind you it could always be worse,
come on down to my bunker,
come to me when you re fucked up,
thats what you need, we all need a place when theres no place left,
misery loves company.

rude awakening, plastic stick, bad lipstick
talked of your type before, elitist cunt you.
how is it people can become so hollywood, aspire to be a stereotype, a demographic.
I'll give you a little credit, we all play within the lines of stereotypes.
but atleast most of us have personality and not just persona.
i dont know you, i know your type, so i know enough.
get your hands off me, get out of my bed.
I dont care how much makeup and slut attire you can paint yourself with.
you're not even worth my load.