you hear us not you grieve us never the nameless as in war but at home clever nursing the weight that lives in the breast and brain seen breathing calmly still let it crack my sternum in two

the endless mind break and die and wake up in Kansas machine loss of all memory to restart reculturing where God has the Y name then Satan in the same way has the name of EM-BrADAWUIK spoken in sacred limitation endless mind break and die and wake up in Kansas machine once there was no hell until they thought that there should be one a place where all the undesirables will go upon death so none will clutter up the chosen ones beautiful heaven we burn every day and they heat their chains in all the flames we exude and brand our tongues with their pendant’s mark cause there is no heaven and hell theres just heaven and there’s here and our money is the gasoline that keeps it alight endless mind break and die and wake up in Kansas machine all the chosen ones say fuck you world go die go rot well take everything you have and piss on it and piss on you fuck your face fuck everybodys face all for fun my fun and only my fun only my fun and always my fun

ive always wanted to be invisible so i can steal everybodys gold but i first i need every bodys gold so i can become invisible to start with i gotta steal everybodys invisible gold and then ill gain the ability to steal all of the stealable gold that will help me to become invisible enough to steal all the unstealable impossible the physically unstable gold the gold that clips out and in sometimes the gold that isnt crawled too well the gold with bad corrupted graphics the cursed gold you know that gold the cursed gold the cursed gold the cursed gold digging up my invisible gold the fargo suitcase was real i found it back in 2010

God The Heavy Libra down a rope of its joking menace God The Heavy Libra Flooding Venice Drying Fresno digging out a sword from a sheath of flesh located somewhere on my head everything i think covers half of my face disappears into dirt to grow cranium trees while God The Heavy Libra a valient conquest of all and himself God The Overgrown Libra only grows Heavier and Heavier and Heavier teeth in shade holding blade all the way spit through your day strapping on the muzzle to a gung ho gay chain self to nothing be chained to everything yell out the old yell youre always making and then act surprised when it only goes a whisper to many a tired ear cause God The Heavy Libra makes nothing in a forest fall with ear splitting sound and God The Heavy Libra is never around

oh oh bitch oh here here comes the fucking witch oh oh bitch oh here here comes the deviant deadly one oh bitch oh here here comes the fucking witch oh oh bitch oh here here comes the deviant one black and white scream in fright oh no oh god please help me thats right even the night runs fleets of jagged kites hum statues rising in the silt bowls fire in her every step wolverine mean eats your heart clean creature of the turpentine sings as she sails alone on her skiff cross a sea of bones sinking the ships of immortals that she stabs from underneath she is on her way to being goddess for a day all she needs is one day to make changes that wont go away

i was born in a river of blood mother split open and out i came i was born in a river of blood and in the river i received the game the rules the peice id play i walk in the river of blood cause i was the baby that broke the dam ever since damnation the likes of which allows chiron to sail on through me and sail on through you wont let you frighten me nothing can frighten me wild whenever i am on it the blood runs wild whenever i am on it the spirit throws me across the room legs kaboom tangled in my skirt pants and in the walls tangled in the words that i struggle to call out i was raised by rivers of blood i fed on the fish of the fire of your scream spare my roasted heart and mind i got gold in places youll never find cause youre not brave like i am brave to dive in filth you must misbehave i wont be proud that im a mess but that im surviving despite im still a mess of course a mess is meant to be cleaned! im a clean mess the cleanest and the shiniest mess youve seen im a demon im a phantom a blood river friend a blue river enemy i was born in a river of blood the world split open and out i came and as it cried all its trees out i said fuck off you cant feel the same as i do you cant feel the same as i do

i deserve better but i always get less whats an art instillation to do im just a cube or a cage or a few other currencies for a certain minded man to use i deserve a medal and i dont think thats much just a tin lid on a string would satisfy me i gotta sing gotta catwalk model the entrails of your latest paintbrush murder mystery i deserve the freckles that the moon withholds the jewelry of saturn and her spoiled children i deserve a real beast to come after me take me home treat me good do me well aftercare me heavenly steel soft nobody coughs but your majesty knees will fall and you will call me your majesty standing all crystal in all of her majesty shes the one shes so stunning its a travesty i deserve the shingles off your platinum roof i deserve to get back all the skin that i lost i deserve the safe haven of a vhs tape so my static can get with your static and really buzz i am faces beyond just a blob in the sea i am miles beyond a good mask im a screamer im a demon a real old hell hound with the collar to prove it i am keychains beyond a flask with a lock that i just hold soda inside of just to fool ya yeah really tool ya am i really that plastered to you off of nothing you bet your ass i deserve a casket made of sapphire and quartz and precious metals so heavy that you cant pick me up and you’ll be forced to leave me lying there dead as my dad and folks will shave of and sell every shard that they need to live

its time to end our arrangement its time to cut the power youve had your hour youve paid your fee and ive gotta take a shower gotta wash myself clean of you so i can circle my tower high above my forest looking for any passers by you may have brought yourself too far maybe you were warned when you read my first sign but now your in my woods now maybe and ive got a crazy appetite no more games no more games for you but there are all games for me at their disposal gonna choose it and then run with it and run with it wild i wasnt thinking about you but you always think i am you couldnt tell the ripper from the fucking son of sam its time to jump this cliff fence and dive into this canyon while you pretend that once i was some honor bound companion youve had your rustle free mood now maybe im the one who grew my wings you only grew the feathers now icarus falls free now maybe down into the frozen shadow of the sun no more games no more games for you but there are all games for me at their disposal gonna choose it and then run with it and run with it wild no more games for you but there are all games for me at their disposal gonna choose it and then run with it and run with it wild i once called you a hero who saved me from myself but then i saw that self again just sitting on your shelf you oggled it like jewelry and stuck pins into its eyes then threw it in the trash and kissed your dignity goodbye driving a bus through my woods now maybe on a quest for a crew to serve your mind who will hear you scream all night and all day wishing for a bit of sweet respite oh sweet respite

i saw all the greatest minds of my generation work in a warehouse under Eggman Jeff gotta meet a quota no time to turn life over make your gravy earn a quarter buy your rations return home i watched Homer’s Odyssey and Faces Places and The Bride of Frankenstein gather dust on a table unfinished, unstructured, unfunded and unseen and invisible to eyes looking between i saw Kathy Acker waiting tables at applebees and Christopher Lee was bagging groceries Francis Ford Coppola was driving my bus and Betty White dropped off my mail as i fumbled for my keys i saw all the greatest minds of my generation crushed under steeled toes of the elders Dan Day-Lewis and Milos Forman Phillip Glass and Stevie Wonder made ghosts between the fingers of Boss Tweed and Rockefeller Dazzle Ships in Drydock still in work in progress scraps Edward Wadsworth’s working Uber driving long ass nights Beethoven’s in shelters and in tents hes just written his Fifth hole in his arm better investment than the rent, right well at least all of our grandparents know really well all the shit on how to dream and if only their dream wasn’t our nightmare i watched david bowie bravely audition on britans got talent and was buzzed out 15 seconds into his set i watched phil spector stayed tied to his room working magic on an old laptop until he lost it forever somewhere in the rain i watched freddie mercury die over and over and over and over again, willingly killed by 20 ronald reagans and his bush sr.s in unison laughed that george mcfly-esque laugh falling backwards on the skeletons of liberace and james whale i saw Jaws and i saw Star Wars I saw Hair and i saw Her i saw The Shining i saw Only Lovers Left Alive all were digitally rendered edited on home computers uploaded on youtube, barely reaching a hundred views i heard Abbey Road and Aja i heard The Dark Side of the Moon i heard Thriller, i heard Purple Rain and Rumours after digging for years on bandcamp at last i finally found them the unsold tapes hand crafted by the artist all by themselves Leaves of Grass and Mrs. Dalloway were picked up by an indie press both fortunate to sell about three copies but because the Tweeds no longer Read they withered to ash as i payed the fee and opened to see the way the text was printed while out one day on a coffee date Virginia Woolf said itd have to wait i just got called in again, i thought i was free for real this time so i texted my friend judy garland i spotted her for gas for her car and we went to her apartment i smoked some weed while she played assassins creed j ed hoover called Einstein a dumbass in a tweet geoffery rush i passed by spraying cleaner down the street Akira Kurosawa spinning pizzas by the hour barbara streisand washing dishes for her keep i saw the greatest minds of my generation under the shoe of Ford and Carnegie as a mass a screaming geyser threatening to blast that shoe into the sky and every year the pressure builds and old legs newly tremble by some surprise we have not died with little strength past stuck inside the flame and force come purely from our eyes more baggy and more bloodshot more tech addled than the have a lots one look will send you crumbling under loaded arms that swiftly rise