Alice

In everything I see myself
In everything and someone else,
A giant's fable hiding somewhere in the sentence,
But besides this, I'd tell hell to spell my witness,
Geld viens acroos his foreheads,
The dying god's final praying.

Salem or sion, whatever,
Whatever prayer.

My eyes on the diamond,
Or in the devil's lair,

Who is the bled one?
The one hiding behind the waterway
Next to the arid waste,
The stone and the waste.
A fourtion.

ALL OF THE WASTE
This one silence.

All hell.

Come on down to where them tracks cross high street
you can watch the whole world go insane
see the lighters hit the rocks in the bushes
like the stars are coming down like rain
here she comes just a skin and bones skeleton
shes food for the crack cocaine
she got a baby living right outside the city
man, she don't even remember his name
well his name is Adolf Hitler, Albert Einstein, Jesse James

All hail, all hail, to the greatest sales
everything in sight's got to be sold
All hail, all hail, its to work or to jail
man they're closing them doors on the world

Laugh if you want to, really is kinda funny
'cause the world is a car and you're the crash test dummy
Look, I know how I spell, this is the fourteenth day
I set sail.

Abort mission.
Mission failed.

This is all that there is.
This is all that I see.

An empire of evil
Grown up around me.

What are the roots that clutch,
Son of man, you cannot see,

This one is in the deepend,
Neither for you or for me.


This one is all
Me,


If the blind will follow
Who's to lead?

A mark of the fold,
The secret shine is gold,

I am a fucking scientist
Err, I mean

I am an artist,
Pretending to be into sciences

Because that's a blurred line.
I don't feel old.

I Sleep on my Back (Cause it's Good for the Spine)

and coffin rehearsals.
I know a psychic who read her own palms
and the findings are personal.
She keeps her fists shut tight
and she sleeps on her side, well,
maybe she knows something I don't know.
But I am still alive, in love and wide eyed in my time,
Not a mummy shrinking in it's cloths.
Your cat clawed out my eyes when I's distracted by your smile,
now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting...
and you ask me if there's anybody else that I'm dating

Anna and Nathan
I'm patient

But your painted pony is fading
Lost like a snakeskin in high grass

And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream that's me,
you count them blessing cause your net worth oughta be less cream then your best dreams...

But God put a song on my palm that you can't read:
I'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clouds.
By you my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between the wrapped lengths
of its bowed ribbon cell...

...and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

-Why?, 'Fatalist Palmistry'
 


It's as easy as saying, 'Go get 'em.'
The beginning of the end.

A mile of corpses piled
High on either side of isle 10.

Faint smile, this is my language,
The one I began,

Now rush to distraction,
However it could happen,

What a time to be a kid,
Nine times to get it right,

Or one life to live?
It's not a big loss, if anything happens,

I'm just saying, what a time to live!
Dead roses,

Ceremony of bliss,
Offer me this, ceramic crematorium chrysalis,

Against the endless susurrus of death,
Drowning my innocence,

The wolf and the wick.
Stalker's my whole style, and if I get caught,

I'll deny, deny, deny.

Zzz

I ate oats
Then stared at the ceiling,

It was the evening after all,
I was on the brink of something extra tall,

But I am one man, extra small, lol,
Cut off the tail, here is the head.

Weird things get weirder and
Weirder, I am suddenly

True evil.
Grr.

zzz,
Wat is more real,

The oats or the boredom?
The edge of the pan again, creating

Meaning, this is full discoursing on X,
Whew, cause I don't know what it meant,

What it means or what is the meaning, no one's into reading,
It's all X, the exorbitant priest Melchizedek,

Quack, quack, the sound of a snap,
A branch at my back,

Willing body of reason,
I ate oats,

Then stared at the ceiling,
Empress in the halls again, birch tree leaning,

Proflofigate, perfect fluff
Time after time,

Fluffing in
It,

It in, fluffing it in.