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a thin word
process mile union made
the snake defiled
blue book murder the best you could
lessons spite heaven twisted
candid photos intermixed in
sitting backdoor mud realized
dirty corners of the mind

This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core. This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below the steel-belted skies. This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards, sightless and colourless, moving by program alone.
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's how you know this is a major nexus. Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage. This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again. The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, static coloured the same way every day, all day long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced yellow night, limp and heavy with moisture, keening with sirens and shouting alarms. This is the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water slick with oil and plastic and flotsam.
This is my poisonous world, endlessly dripping from up above, outlined in chalk from below. Guard in Heaven patrols the electrified fences.
The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens and radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead. Millions of broadcast waves breaking over the globe. We've burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and laptops cross-jamming each-other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering, shivering activity. Everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on the metal-plate platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic motion.
Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the flow, the hissing of their decompression keeps me awake at night. It's the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world. It's the vibration of information in quantum growth. It's the sound of thought reaching light speed. It's the loneliest sound I've ever heard.

Can I steal your mind?
Can I crawl down inside?
And when I am your child
Can I feed in your eye?

Can I drink the air in your lungs?
And can I breath your sweet thick blood?
My love is everywhere

You need chemistry to get you through the good times
You need love love love to get you through the bad
You need things that you put upon your shelf
You need praise everyday to make you feel good about yourself

You need everything
I need you

Hips
Tits
Lips
POWER!

I didn't want a bull in china
I didn't want to fall in love
Let me give you broken peices

cowardice muscles turn to torture
the waking time is low
inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control
a many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease
form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze
they grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
it's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web
sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack

can I have a taste of your ice cream
can I lick the crumbs from your table
can I interfere in your crisis

no, mind your own business
no, mind your own business

can you hear those people behind me

My generation (x4)

The cities all wrapped up

I saw the best minds of my generation.
Running on empty, super glued to the T.V., dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently, saying nothing.
Sleeping on platforms in train stations.
Sipping on chemical cocktails.

There is no God up in the sky tonight,
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight.
All that was true is left behind.
Once I could see, now I am blind.
Don't want the dreams you try to sell
This disease - I give it to myself.

How does it feel?

Got the tapeworm
Got the tapeworm, I want out
Against a razor, sharp and a-coming
The spitting image
Phone sex keeps the drive alive
And blows your brain
Phone sex keeps the drive alive
And blows your brain

fuck main stream,
fuck the norm,
fuck main stream,
fuck the norm,
fuck main stream,
fuck the norm.
and fuck conformity!
FUCK you!