rambling

" I just want someone to say to me, I'll always be there when you wake."

"I bet you'd never come down from your tower for me."

"Don't Ever Judge Me."

"I make you my enemy."

"I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer."

"Only one of us walks away."

"Dark for fear of failure an inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins unveiling rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar the space between a blink and a tear death blooms."

"I decided I want you, now I know I need."

"I'm so tired of trying to mend the wounds of all my suffering."

"I'd like to close my eyes and go numb."

"Everything I have become now is everything I didn't want to be."

"Gave all the vampires back to God that day. No one got raped here, but the pain's still inside. I'll never love you, but I've got words to say. No one betrayed here, but the memories lie."

"The seed is listening
Planted in a seat of filth, degradation of truth, exploitation of visions, pungent olfactory irritation, megalomanical misfits and out spoken self-righteousness, this seed represents the becoming, the anti-abomination, the awareness, the full-frontal unleashing that can't fucking take it anymore,
Right-to-lifers taking lives in the name of "God"
(Bullshit)
Politicians smiling through lying, back-stabbing teeth.
(Drivel)
Holier than-thou's pushing tunnel-visions on uncorrupted minds.
(Had Enough)
False prophets (spelt P-R-O-F-I-T-S) in league with the REAL deadly sins: cover-ups, manipulation, strong-arming, intimidation, deviation, second-hand smoke screens, and retardation of the BIG FUK'N'PICTURE.
(What the fuck)
Teachers of our young being paid like convience store clerks.
(intolerable)
The seed is fierce. The seed listens.
It hears defenseless children cry out as 9 to 5 calloused knuckles beat them because one piece of cereal fell on an already dilapidated floor. It hears the anguish that the father feels at snaping on his sons or daughters because of his outlook is so fucking bleak, he lashes out at his family. It hears the prayers of teenagers who have no guidance and no encouragement, no psychological tether, because the system doesn't give one big gaping, bleeding, herpes-infested rat's ass about these poor half-full cups until they reach "military ages." Oil and blood for the wheel which is your government.
NO FUCKING MORE!!!
Those who defy will fall, those who deny will see the light or see stars, those who try to destroy will be destroyed themselves, those who demean will be dragged naked through the streets and beaten, those who try to dictate will be dealt with, and those who desecrate will be made an example of. The monstrosity that is the sad shadow-self of society cannot be allowed to ferment and stagnate any longer. It's safe to say "divine" intervention is about a "tooth fairy/Santa Claus" away from happening, and those who sit on their fat asses waiting for that to happen are sloth, non-vertebrae, quivering, ignorant parts of the problem in the first place.

The seed is listening.
The seed is seething.
The seed is waiting.

And the seed is going to rip out the jugular and bleed the bloated disenchanted establishment.

Feed the seed."

"What a skeletal wreck of a man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to free form, and the free and clear. When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned. For the rest of us, there is always Sunday. The day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath, so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book. To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers. A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and coutning, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube, and hope you get a taste. WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON? SHUT UP! I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, you're me, and I'm you, and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven't felt like this in years. The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go, and punch me into the dead spout again. That's where you go when there's no one else around, it's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there? Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse, and a finger on the trigger. CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT! Government is another way to say better...than...you. It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick, it's like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware. Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for. Humph, isn't that sweet? And we're all gonna die some day, because that's the American way, and I've drunk too much, and said too little, when you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, save face, get yourself together and see what's happening. SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'm sorry, I could go on and on but they're times to move on so, remember: you're a wreck, and accident. Forget the freak, you're just nature. Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort, and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run. Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we've done."