1. LIKE RAINBOWS IN GASOLINE

A few disgusting acts like cuss words around in the brain.
Raking nails across the spine.
Ritually rendered penetrations of human running water slithering in a love letter.
Instigation through bad drowning dreams, death is a bullshit cumshot smelled through body language.
Bow to melting genitals.
Like rainbows in gasoline.
Demanding of the fireblood that boils in my heart and the pain that rots in my brain.
Dearest obscene nobility, Youre my only sanity to the gluttons of the black obesity.
Tell me of your wicked ways, new friend.
These black thoughts unwind as a cult full of holes now incapacitates me.
Jesus Christ Pacify.
Pathetic Creepsleeze Justified.


2. CHURCH OF THE SELF / THE STATE OF IMPURE THOUGHTS

Your stinging sensations register as my kind of warm and sore.
Watch me do my whole life in seconds flat.
Ride hard and die longing for more.
Feels like a choir of Possessed drug fiends are trapped inside my skull, moaning like a castle of dying rats.
Still I can only trust the one pathetic emasculated and coaming voice of the birthmark.
Strangely reminding my pathetic sense of self worth of a great, black as sky, and vacant cross of hostility and insanity,
Oh confusing nightmare - my church of the self in the sate of my impurest thoughts.
Nude in public thinking, Deafened in untrained restraint,
It's feeding me black paranoia where the senseless exchange ill candor and godless worship.
My disjointed, evilwoman disease on the state of my impurest of thought.
Feels like a choir of Possessed drug fiends are trapped inside my skull, moaning like a castle of dying rats.
Still I can only trust the one pathetic emasculated and coaming voice of the birthmark.
Strangely reminding my pathetic sense of self worth of a great, black as sky, and vacant cross of hostility and insanity,
Oh confusing nightmare - my church of the self in the sate of my impurest thoughts.
Nude in public thinking, Deafened in untrained restraint,
It's feeding me black paranoia where the senseless exchange ill candor and godless worship.
My disjointed, evilwoman disease on the state of my impurest of thought.


3. CRAFT OF DISCONTENT

Like an assassins headwound in the shadows of disbelief.
What more its worth and back i'll come to you.
Black Jester please entertain me with such.
Theres too much of the not enoughs to talk myself out of this madness and ridiculous god talk.
Hell hath no fury equal to this dischord the craft of discontent.
Jesus is a fucking relfex through old pornographic materials of unusually difficult livings.
A poltegeist of paranoias, psychedelic hate crimes and a massive headache in my brain.
Sanity tame me no more.


4. BLACK GLOSSOLALIA BIZARRE

Quit, call off, die.
Who cares.
The work will be divided amongst your co-workers.
None worth a fuck in all.
Spit shit in one hand, wish for a deadbrain in the other.
Blah blah blah, senseless rambling.
Violitenerol olkz senort flagelle et zi magnesinfelinitis farandum garearveree dikondie klalalaala agonivy kradgavlandum.
Its all in my head and stuff.
None of this is real!
Cry all you must have to understand like we do!
What was never mine to finish is now forever yours to remember! I watn to die!
Maybe even the same way as the worst that ever lived.


5. CONSENSUAL BEREAVEMENTS

Universal expressions of submission.
Gradually weathered of disgust.
A severe lack of caring regiments of fatiguing excessories twisting in excess through trust and amputation.
When I go insane I’ll want to take you with me.
I know when I lose my mind you'll be in apologetic mania with nobody around but my defensive menacings.
Tricking you into paying attention.
Nobody will ever know for the rest of our time on this earth.
Your universal expressions of submission are our partially consensual bereavements.


6. BROWN ACID BRAINWOUND

Try ti sleep us a swinging end such as precious weakening.
Born through anxieteasesme. The disease is emerald black as I'm contetnt in this massive possession of earthly confusions.
I'm the liar.
Be slouched in loves carte blanche handicap.
Let us pray for the heart attacks.
I'm an inconvenience to a plaguing misery so mind the mess of mental patience.
Funny images in the brain of the bowels of my rotten soul.
Separate our love for hard times and un-celibate nasty shit.
You can read me months away.
From hell and I know its so sad...
The silent satanic eulogies.


7. SUGGESTIVE FORCE OF SUBLIMINAL NOTION

Can't seem to let things go.
It's 7 days for no weak here as god and the goatheadedsnake fight fuck for my soul.
Pound my hard-man angry to snot nose victory finger for the horned moneymom.
Caress my stringing dirt bag, you stand for a blackdevilsnot.
Blessing sexy stinkfox.
My magmatic blackextisease.
Share in habit, Take from praise.
Then heal under the snakemans blessed obsessive obesity.
Have over those blinding curves of sanctity before I gotta cut it off.
I work for the rats so please, Heal me no evil ways.
Have over those blinding curves of sanctity.
I'm the bastard.
Heal no eviloving blood fucking brains.


8. THE EXPLODING FUEL TANK OF DESPERATE INTOLERANCE

The slight of bad thoughts slip through and manipulate you to do exactly as it should suggest.
The voices speak for the harsh of heart and belief now as your physical decision making comes through the adaptions in manipulating hallucination.
Poor commanding decision compromised by a series of misfortune and severely depressive emotional repsonses.
But I’ll come back around and weak again we'll be - exhausted with sacrifice, see it in your mind, firend.
The brainwashed and dirthungry pray in a congregation of hostility.
Some people just kind of fall apart just to fuck you up, bloated on a perverse and blackened lack of reasoning.
But I wont.
Yet, admittedly my orgasm is worth more than your life.
Because the tarnished black glass of faith is always hall full of pathetic sense to me.
Never understanding.
These hallucinations are the brains fucked up way of sorting out insanity...
I'm fucking the stalkers brains out on top of the dead rotting black acid Ouija asleep in my faggot fucking skull.
Passionate oddities exchange, in the apertures of the insane.


9. PSYCHOACTIVE PEDIGREE

Unconditional, Negligent, Provisionary, Disgusting Sleaze, Dutiful Service.
Fail in disphoriating disbelief.
Unbelieveable depression of the real life.
Relentless and psychotic oddities bizarre abound.
The squire christ of the self will always come back around.
Through lies, deceit, suffering - You'll be Thanking the lord for the evil hounds leftovers.
Go ahead, Jackass, Fire away.
With your deadbrained evildreamtalk.


10. IMPOVERISHED ORGASM LIAISON PT. 1

Die in happy hourish apologies.
Such insufferable divinity the only ruse in sight.
The pretty sad - and occupant damned in my sewered thoughts.
Mother christ crossfire of Curious moves and dizzy bitch, backwards sleeptalk.
I'm obsessed with instability, desperate worry, and heartpain.
My own grace for all fucks sake.
Deviated role rehearsal.
Every ended reverending.
Never remembering to feed always thinking to eat.
Never forget.


11. IMPOVERISHED ORGASM LIAISON PT. 2

Heal no evil Meus specialis egointereo unus.
Joined in common thought - hold it open, tell me when your done.
The demonstrative mind the kids yet the regular have no reason.
Quo errat demonstrator, extremely difficult living and I'm completely awol from reality.

Signed,
Your desperate insubordinate -
The Impoverished orgasm liaison.


12. DETOXICANT CLOCKSTOMP

Disgusting man in my head again.
Blacked out on chemicals type of stop being me.
Tired unconscious mannering rehearses.
Viloent and deadly fluids exchange between she and me.
Devol woman type of disease.
These Detoxicants
Clockstomp a fuck blast.
Content adhedon.
The wolfman fuckbath life I live.
Praised in the laegwounds, growing hair in the dark.
Mostly used in anatomic combat dissolving across the floor.
And heartlocked actions waste away.
The gnashing gnarly, drool small.
Not sorry for much from here.
But I wish you happy endings.
We were more than just sleep or just fucking fake it for all I care.
Be Jealous
Be Rottentrigue
Be Poor in no graphical understanding
But If ever a fogged overfucking thought.
I celebrate with you, hurtwoman, a copious tyrannical street love.
The Innocant repectator in me is as quick and as hard as I must.
But may you boil to dust
Come back and die twice style,
Only the Passive
Intro to the sound of all gods conception conceived all at once like hearing
Father nails exploding in his grave.