spoon2smll

You seem to have forgotten it was a war.

Never noticed those people were missing.

Numbers rose, but your thoughts never wavered.

You forget the color of your words.

I can feel the color of your words.

Remain. Subdued. Red. The colour of truth.

Imbued with the message. Imprinted.

Why then, can none witness?

Oblivious, we are blind.

Our phantom limbs search aimlessly for answers.

We are bound by our effort.

Because our effort is none.

We dig graves.
Graves become trenches.
Trenches becomes rows.
Rows become gardens.
We throw in the bodies.
Bodies become fertilizer.
The ground is not barren.
Yet nothing will grow.
How is our struggle fruitless?

Sit back.
Relax.

Lazyboy vagrants.
On the stampede.

Jesus.
Enter stage left.

Slaughterhouse symphony.
Ah wheepcrackka.

Rebel to reality.
Enslaved by chocolate terrorism.

My inflated sense of understanding.
Deflated by my mistakes.

Tehr-roar!

Scratch the walls until your nails break.
But you were still the one to close the door.

You have to ask yourself...
are you ready?

for enlightenment?
for the truth?
for a large piece of gum?


Radio Asphyxiation
My telephone cord entrails
Ah keyboard pleasure center, you push my buttons

Raging

The ability to reach deep within oneself and physically, spiritually, and mentally take hold of the emotion and feelings that a being can experience all within the depth of their chest.

I despise my vessel.

We are parasites. We are leeches of the earth, feeding of her vitality and slowly destroying her as we flourish.
We are not mammals.
We are parasites.

Everything happens for a reason.
If you give something reason, everything happens because of you.
You are the source.

Life is long, life is short.
Life is a nursery school rhyme.

Hopscotch your way around life.

Vitality!

I need to dig a hole to scream into.
But legend tells me the wind will blow and the grass will whisper, and my screams will be carried on.

Ill float with my god damn tide if I please.
Life is easy this way.
You just are, everything just is, and it seems to just happen.
Whats so fucking wrong with that?
Why cant I let life push me around?
Everytime I fight back I only fall down missing more teeth.

This is my lucid dream.
My thoughts, my hope, my luck, my love, my chance, my envy, my happiness, my possessions, my ignorance are all but hallucinations.

The answer to everyone's problems comes in pill-form now.

a n g e r > n r a g e

racecar is but racecar backwards.
fruitless is the search for meaning.

I am glee happy knee, said the fly to the wall.
And I am prison, happy knee, and these walls are tall.
But say prison, said the wall, arent you egotistical?
Not a bit replied the fly, thats just stereotypical.

If you bite hard enough, you just might break the skin.
Flourish!

The happiest thing in my life is a commercial.
It consists of 3 chickens, and some french fries.
I dont often feel like I do, as when I watch that commercial.

Stomach full, if I chose sleep, I chose nightmares.
Eating before sleep causes nightmares.
What causes wet dreams then?

Pez.
You remember it.
Eat it up baby.