THE EYE WITNESS...
My sink, my love, you are my all, my one and only, you are my girl next door, my mind, my soul, my everything....
I feel the need. The need to feel.
Pitiful thrashing frigid seas. Madness runs screaming into crooked streets. Fancy pissant laughter strikes like target rockets launched at night. Darkness becomes simple fright. Angels hidden in black robes. The turds in the wild grass are many. Have another bit of sweet love Mother Mary merry quite contrary watch your garden die. Happiness within treachery. Anger locked up anger, must we all be your slave ? Is this the Law ?
Another glass of midnight wine tastes like trash again as people stand in yesterday waiting for a train, a thought I thought a thought thought thought of midnight wine again. I am the accused. You are my accuser. I am your lies. I challenge your truth. I challenge your disease. Then I challenge you.
BLOW ME! He cried. And he did just that for he loved himself dearly and continued.
Crawling through the daily dread feeling fucked as ever.
Peter the Butthead spoke to the audience. They were eager to be relieved, "Screw the Royal my little toads for they cannot live forever. You will never hear of the immortal accountant, the immortal waitress, the immortal T-shirt printer, the immortal husband or housewife.
The Artist can and will survive forever." Then there was a great applause and one loud fart and the laughter has yet to stop.
Its relentless. Day to day. Minute to minute. Moment to moment. Its madness as the Idiot complains to the two dollar whore, "Bitch, you cost me a days pay! "then she piddles a like puppy. Giggles like a little girl and lifes a lot of shit and its the girl next door.
There is no way to escape and don't you forget it....
This morning I woke at the crack of Dawn and I couldn't even make her smile.
It was Monday yesterday. It is Monday today. It will be a Monday tomorrow. I am doing cartwheels in the street. I am happy to be here. Every day I live will be a Monday as long as I have to work for another man. Monday Monday Monday Monday Monday Saturday Sunday Monday...It is what I live for.
Detailed in blue. A life sullen. A swollen thought. Hard to swallow. Hard to digest. Hard to believe. But in oneself.
Boredom in this day to day. Searching for another way. When theres nothing left to say someone pulls the trigger...Images of wasted humans. Burning tears, forgotten years, frustration as a part of dreams. A near death race or so it seems. The end sends a new beginning.
#66 Impotence...A tight skirt, a set of milky thighs, a pair of sultry wet lips sucking upon that humble organ of life. Ah, yes, the rapture...Impotence...Impotence makes a fat man fatter, a thin man thinner, an ugly man uglier, and a handsome man useless. When the penis is denied, the weak superstructure of gender will bruise like an overripe banana. Man is inherently the weaker race. Pussy is a miracle. I give thanks for pussy. Whether male or female, women rule the planet. They control the outcome of the miracle. This miracle put forth for our perusal in general. Somewhere therein lies the answer. The answer !?[laughter]. The ancient tribes are the current mystery. There will be no answers until the first extraterrestrial shows its repugnant little face [curiosity].
We, as a society, wait like the bark on our oldest trees contented, hopeless, forlorned, and forgotten. Its an enjambment of the joy, love, happiness thing. Such is our destiny. Such is our dream. This is the essence of Man. Don't hold your breath waiting for the answers.
#67 To lie is to admit fear. To fear is imbecile. So fuck the dominance and submission act. If you want to play master and servant it'll cost you some money. The difference is between the angular and the linear as in, "His face is so linear". He doesn't have an angle. Poor fucker.
#68 The concept of the benevolent God is farcical to say the least. Of all the misery I've grown to know throughout the years, I'll have lived longer than most. Why then should we be relieved of the innocence. Misery flourishes. Purity dies. What then is a benevolent God? A non-existent God? Someone is not telling the truth.
#69 One mans dream is another mans nightmare.
#70 Trust me...
#71 That which has been introduced as fact is not necessarily fact but interpretation of reality.
#72 His face was in the mud. The mud was feces. It was feces in action. An action flick. Bubbles for breath add dimension. It is surgically sweet. Has no aftertaste. Leaves no scars.
#73 If you believe in limits then limits is what you will have..
#74 Sweet dreams in darkness. Tales told forever. A lovely nothing . A bubble bursts. Its morning.
#75 Cherry red patches of blue sunshine. Mountains of jagged shards of glass so smooth. The gates of Hell on a blade of grass. The edges of my skin. Like I'm in love with me.
#76 Why is it that some people enjoy the act of confrontation without fully understanding the consequences.
#77 The father fucks the mother. The mother fucks the son. The son then fucks the daughter, yes they're always having fun. Their evil ways so biblical. Their pleasures all so bleak. Think about it motherfucker. The human race is weak. Let these words resound so loud. In the skulls of the unborn. Waiting on that judgment day when Gabriel plays his broken horn. I long for the days when we wail away the ignorance and the loss. When broken Gods meet broken men to catch the coins they toss.
#78 Words are razor blades for the mind.
#79 Washed up on shore. It was floating for days. Pecked clean to the bone by scavenger birds. Rancid flesh dissolving in liquid salt life. It completes the cycle. The Gods of perfection can lick my balls.
#80 The world is a wonderful place. Its the people that live there that suck.
#81 Feces for property, feces as money, feces as gift...
Let me introduce you to some of my shit.
The cool, quiet, liquid smile of a sex kitten drawn like visions blurred on an August night but you don't care because its pleasure. Right!?
You've been sitting around for years playing with your own ass.
Its cool cuz the ass is yours.
No ones going to know but you and its alright cuz you're watching the clouds roll by
and you're thankful cuz its good to be you.
Hells child with a grin. Born to lose.
I've lost more tears to the Gods than I care to hear.
Its my universal ectoplasmic earache
and it rubs my ass the wrong way so hear me out or forever hold your peace.
This Creator is playing serious games with our lives.
I hope I'm not the only one concerned.
I'm here to voice my side of the story just like everybody else.
I'm not saying if I'm right or wrong.
Its my rite to speak my mind
At least. as Americans, that is what we are led to believe.
Blind faith runs our lives like dogshit on a spinning wheel.
It defies gravity
while we pretend to enjoy its taste.
This, my friends, is a lot of shit to eat.
Want to have a contest?
We've lost that lifes stream freeflowing fancifree freedom rings forever, yes,
as an herd of wild animals shifts in one earthly fiery breathe.
My brothers dream.
A childs nightmare.
A high pitched screech in the dead of the night,
like a child being skinned alive, caught in freedoms flight for Eternity
Its a gut feeling,
like some madman on drugs panic.
Forgive me.
I am forgiven.
I am forgiven.
I am owned. I am owned.
I am done.
You own me.
How does it feel, Master?
Born in Buffalo NY. Educated at S.U.N.Y. at Buffalo
with a degree in oil painting. Grew up between two steel plants and a toxic waste dump. The only polak in an all Irish neighborhood. Home sweet home. Expected to make steel. Not to think. Never made steel. Still waiting to think. Too much lead in the drinking water. Will wait some more...Currently living happily in Melbourne Florida with a wife and two children...
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