This beatific vision,
There is schism in life,
Because monkies evolved
From manufacturing knives
Please don't talk to me about you braindead job,
Your doomed children,
Or your Stepford wife
Because I can feel white light explding inside my soul
For miles and miles,
But all I see outside of me Is plastic smiles.
You'll never stop jumping and screeching
For the shit that you own
But there's nothing but a pile of mud
At the top of the thrown.
Gotta love the lot of me,
God gave me a lobotomy,
A nation built on sodomy.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
My Chemical Romance
(You can't fuck the bliss of this cannibus mix)
This alien shakti
Rock yo' body
Like a megaton dose of karate
Feel the force of my notty samadhi
Not to shoddy
Because science can't fuck with,
Society can't fuck with,
No you cannot fuck with
My chemical mind, my chemical mind.
Daemonic, angelic, sublime
The mind is a crime
When it's 4:20 all of the time
Taste the fruits from the vine
Because science can't fuck with,
And you cannot fuck with ,
No society can fuck with,
My chemical mind, my chemical mind.
Love the little girl in me,
You're the best thing next to me,
Drowning in the ecstasy.
This alien shakti
Rock yo' body
Like a megaton dose of karate
Feel the force of my notty samadhi
Not to shoddy
Because science can't fuck with,
Society can't fuck with,
No you cannot fuck with
My chemical mind, my chemical mind.
Daemonic, angelic, sublime
The mind is a crime
When it's 4:20 all of the time
Taste the fruits from the vine
Because science can't fuck with,
And you cannot fuck with ,
No society can fuck with,
My chemical mind, my chemical mind.
Love the little girl in me,
You're the best thing next to me,
Drowning in the ecstasy.
VALIS
I am the jungle and the jungle is me. Where the trees grow I grow and I permeate the entire atmosphere. None of the animals can see me for I feed on death. I have dwelled in the jungle for a long time. Under teary dew dropped jungle laden vines I linger, hungering. I am so very hungry. The animals do not see me but they sense my presence and register something piercing into their wild animated bodies out of the shadows. I am no animal. I was created by the greed of cold hard, impersonal steel machines and every time they breathed forth their noxious fumes they gave me life. I am so very hungry. My body is made up of yellow stale artificial chemicals and every time I exhale things die. Isn’t it lovely? Nothing more beautiful than the power to bring death. There are so many of me. We move all over the world but we were not created by nature. We have been in your cities a long time. Humans cannot see us but when they sense that a force is pushing down them on, crushing their souls and their minds and their wills and their bodies that is us. Breathe me. You need me. You cannot exist without me. I am the force that animates the new virus. When the white man was freezing in cold climates I said come unto me and he called me God. Then together the white man and I made our descent into your world. I am the lights on the neon buildings in your cities and billboard advertisements. I am grinding electronics and impersonal beeps. I am your huge cars and the rage that builds up inside of you every time you walk outside into your modern society. I am not freedom, but you don’t deserve freedom. I am your father. Can you imagine life without me my children?
I destroy the ability for other human beings to connect with each other. I am the awkward rage, the impersonal stare when you see each other and your eyes dart around nervously. Breathe me into you. You haven no choice. I am your portable electronic devices. I am giant impersonal screens of human hatred and death stimulation. No more real people. Now listen to me. I am pornography sex stimulation with no love attached. That is all you need. And when you attempt to love each other, I am the awkwardness and the disconnect and the grimace. I am money, I am your job, I am extortion.
I am the animals that you have cage, eaten killed and domesticated. All the wild animals in the jungle can sense that there time is almost up. Remember the Gaian mother soul and earth love? I have almost finished killing her. Oh, you cannot exist without me. And why would you want to? I take the free artistic, genius soul and forth it to kill itself at an early age. I am your educational institutions. Now sit silently and shut the fuck up or I will force you to somehow. I am what you think is wrong with your brain. I am your President and your government and your wars. Isn’t lovely? You have done it all the name of me and I have won. I am what am causing you to ignore the message behind what I am saying. I wish I could write like this guy. No one sees him and when he smiles at you will give him the stare of cold impersonal idiot death.
I destroy the ability for other human beings to connect with each other. I am the awkward rage, the impersonal stare when you see each other and your eyes dart around nervously. Breathe me into you. You haven no choice. I am your portable electronic devices. I am giant impersonal screens of human hatred and death stimulation. No more real people. Now listen to me. I am pornography sex stimulation with no love attached. That is all you need. And when you attempt to love each other, I am the awkwardness and the disconnect and the grimace. I am money, I am your job, I am extortion.
I am the animals that you have cage, eaten killed and domesticated. All the wild animals in the jungle can sense that there time is almost up. Remember the Gaian mother soul and earth love? I have almost finished killing her. Oh, you cannot exist without me. And why would you want to? I take the free artistic, genius soul and forth it to kill itself at an early age. I am your educational institutions. Now sit silently and shut the fuck up or I will force you to somehow. I am what you think is wrong with your brain. I am your President and your government and your wars. Isn’t lovely? You have done it all the name of me and I have won. I am what am causing you to ignore the message behind what I am saying. I wish I could write like this guy. No one sees him and when he smiles at you will give him the stare of cold impersonal idiot death.
Gnostic Power Ballad
Wipe the window pane of your stained brain
And flash the proper signals
Because it's time for you to change lanes.
They want ot chew you up and spit you out
Like your white bread plain
But now we're going to play a different kind of game.
I crave the sweetest nectar of higher forms of exchange
And for that they would call me insane,
But with every word I write I flush them all down the drain.
I want to be the shining light in a silent city of pain,
Talk with me, walk with me, tell me your name.
And flash the proper signals
Because it's time for you to change lanes.
They want ot chew you up and spit you out
Like your white bread plain
But now we're going to play a different kind of game.
I crave the sweetest nectar of higher forms of exchange
And for that they would call me insane,
But with every word I write I flush them all down the drain.
I want to be the shining light in a silent city of pain,
Talk with me, walk with me, tell me your name.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Thank You Joseph Smith
(All material copywrite 2006 God Virus, don't fuck around biotch!)
Chapter I
“Get up you sleepy head, don’t sleep the day away. ”
Malachi groaned, gritting his teeth and scratching himself. It was the alarm clock of Snow White standing over Sleepy that his daughter had given for his birthday. Every morning he used it out of love for her but secretly it made him want to drive a nail through his head. On cue his kids began rushing into the bedroom. His young son Michael as usual had one of his ties rapped around his head. He pointed his toy gun at him, “G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit.”
His little daughter began waddling in, crumbling cheerios deeper into the recesses of her messy black hair.
“Daddy I made a mess.”
“O.K. honey, where’s your Mom?
“She went shopping with Grandma.”
Michael gave her a push, “Shut up you trick-ass hoe.”
He pointed the toy gun at her temple. Malachi shot upright form his bed and shook a finger at his son “Hey now, Michael, remember what we talked about, O.K? Your sister is beautiful, intelligent, and someday she’ll be the first female President of the United States. Now get that stupid tie off your head and go clean your room or you’re gonna have a bad day.”
Michale bumpily shot out of the room. He slammed his door shut and the sounds of angry black men began to erupt form his room. “Daddy can we get ice cream Bannana Jerry’s?"
“You mean Ben and Jerry’s pumpkin? Pumpkin ‘umpkin?," he poked her in the belly and she started giggling, “O.K. Let’s go look at this mess.”
He rubbed her dirty head and held her hand as they made their way down to the kitchen. It looked like a bomb had gone off. “ Michael, get down here right now, I know some of this mess is yours.” He began opening the large box filled with the book of Mormon. He paused to open one of the books and read a random passage. He beamed as the wisdom of Joseph Smith radiated outward and lit up his entire morning. Suddenly, a Folger’s coffee commercial came on television, “It’s a brand new day!”
His daughter began shaking his on his pants leg. “Bannana Jerry’s, Daddy.”
“We will later sweet, but first, Daddy’s going prostylitizing. All right, let’s see here. First house on the list: Mr. and Mrs. Violet .”
A short while later he had arrived at the Violet residence. He adjusted his nice white dress shirt and rang the doorbell. A gorgeous Asiatic women answered the door. She was dressed as if she was about to go work out. “Hi,” he said as he shook her hand.
“Hi,” she said warmly. What e nice looking teeth she had. “I’m here to share with you the Book of Mormon and the miracle of Joseph Smith.”
She paused. “All right,” she said ,” Please come in.”
“Thank you is your husband home?”
“No, he’s at work right now. Would you care for a drink?”
Malachi could not believe how well it was going.“Oh sure. Thank you for your hospitality. What is it your husband does for a living?”
“He’s been designing a set of audio meditation tapes that induce different brain wave states in people while they’re in waking consciousness. Scotch?”
“That’s very fascinating. Please.”
Mrs. Violet handed him the glass of Scotch as he sat down on a big comfy couch their living room. “Now what is it you do for a living Mrs. Violet?”
“Please, call me Tammy,” she said as she made her way past the liquor bar. It seemed strangely dark in the house considering how sunny it was outside. For some reason the house reminded Malachi of one of those haunted house rides he and his friends used to go on. “Oh, I mostly just sit at home here by myself,” she said, as she began reclining on a leather couch with a drink in her hand.
“So, tell me about the book of Mormon.”
“Well, uh, few people would deny that Joseph Smith is the greatest intellectual and spiritual genius of the twentieth century.”
“I know a man at the grocery store who’s Mormon. More Scotch? You drank that rather quickly?”
“All right, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So audio meditation tapes you say?”
She was bent over at the bar. “Well, they’re CDs actually.”
She handed him another glass of Scotch and returned to her couch digging her feet into the leather interior. He took a large sip of Scotch and stared at her feet. He was completely mesmerized by them. He needed to stop drinking or he would not be able to stop staring at them. “That sounds interesting, I’ve never tried that before.” “Oh, would you like to? My husband has plenty of them just lying around.” “Umm…all right.”
“O.K. Hang on.”
She left the living room and returned with a large CD booklet. “Hmm… This is a new one. I don’t think this one’s been used by a whole lot of people. Test #666. Well, let’s try it out. Just put these headphones on and relax. Malachi put the headphones on and sank deeper into a meditative state. Slowly, out of the inky blackness of his mind visions began to form. It was the city in which he lived but… everything had been blown up and destroyed. Strewn dead, charred bodies were scattered everywhere. Some sort of disaster had occurred. Suddenly he saw himself and Tammy Violet laughing together with their hands around each other’s waists. Malachi’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, ripped, and torn, and a large bleeding scar was on his face. He was taking large swigs of wine from a bottle in his hand. “Can you believe everyone else is gone? Now we have everything completely to ourselves?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too honey bunny.” Suddenly in the midst of his vision he felt a foot rubbing against his crotch. “Oh my fucking God!” he screamed as he ripped the headphones off and threw them at the floor.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I totally misunderstood,” she said as she guilty began to withdraw her feet from his lap. “No I mean…,”he absentmindedly placed a hand on her foot. She flashed him a dirty smile. “I mean what the hell is wrong with this thing?”
“What do you mean Mr…”
“Malachi.” “Do you have a last name?”
“People have a hard time pronouncing it. I mean, am I supposed to see…visions?”
“Sure, people in that kind of meditative state see things all the time. Why what did you see?”
Chapter II
Malachi sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. He had not completed his prostlytizing. God, you’re a married man for Chris sakes! So why, after he had seen those horrible visions did he end up drinking more, sucking Mrs. Violet’s toes, and having sex with her until her husband came home. He realized dejectedly that he was not a very good Mormon. At least he had managed to convert both the Violets. His wife came into the kitchen with her bedclothes still on. “Tired from doin’ the good work?”
“Yes. Could you please go quiet our son?” Michael and his young friend were sitting in the living room playing X-Box 360 and listening to Ice Cube’s War and Peace album. “Yo’ son, this shit is off the hook.”
“Shut up faggot.”
“You shut up, you punk ass bitch. I saw you down at the corner selling hand jobs for ten cents a piece.”
Juliet walked into the living room and shut everything off.
“All right, you two cannot hang out with each other if you’re going to use your dirty African American language.”
“Sheet! Later.”
“Later bro, peace.”
She came back into the kitchen. “There, feel better honey?,” she asked as she massaged his back. She puckered her lips at him. “Aaaah… I’ll go draw you up a nice hot bath.”
She strutted away and shortly he could hear the bath water running. “Oh man, I’m such an asshole,” he groaned to himself. Tonight he would pray extra hard and ask God for forgiveness. He got up from the table excitedly yes, that will make everything all right. Thank you Joseph Smith! Thank you! Thank you!
The next day Malachi stopped by Tammy Violet’s house on the way to work. She opened the front door. “Oh hi, Malachi. I didn’t expect to see you here today. I went out and bought some more toys.”
“No, I’ve got to go to work today. I was actually wondering if I could borrow some of your husband’s CDs. “
“Sure sexy pants. Come on in and I’ll copy them for you,” she said as she pinched his ass. After she was done Malachi drank more Scotch and gave her a foot rub. “Well, I’ve got go to work now.”
“O.K. Don’t show those CDs to anyone. If my husband found out I gave those to you he’d have a fit.”
“Of course, peace be with you”, he said as he exited her home. Soon he was on his way to work at the Cup Warmer factory. That was quite a prayer session I had with the big guy last night last night, he thought.
He drove past a large billboard movie sign with a giant computerized dancing penguin on it. Hmm…Happy Feet . I think I’ll take the kids to go see that, he thought. What a beautiful bright sunny God given morning! A Hispanic man with a squeegee came up to his S.U.V. window. “Not today hombre.” he said driving ahead. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw that the man was giving him the finger. That’s nice, he thought, well, you’re all going to hell anyway.
He pulled into the parking lot of Cup Warmer Inc. Employee preferred parking, that’s ‘cause I’m special, he beamed to himself. As he got out of his S.U.V. he saw his good buddy Steve. “Hey-hey Steve! Steve-O! Steve-O-rama!” “Ha. Ha. Yah, that SNL skit was pretty funny. So, did you see that Bears game?”
“No, I was busy yesterday.”
“Ah! Out doing the good work, eh?”
“You betcha,” said Malachi.
“Ah, hey, well, you keep it up you know. That Joseph Smith is like a fucking Leonardo Da Vinci or something man. Know what I’m saying?”
“He is indeed, the penultimate of all human evolutionary endeavors,” proclaimed Malachi as they entered the front door of Cup Warmers Inc.
“Morning gentlemen,” said their boss Mr. Jenkins when he had spotted them, “Malachi, I need to talk to you for a second.”
“Yes Mr. Jenkins?”
“How’s this weeks report on the latest cup warming accessories coming along, son?” “Just swell, Mr. Jenkins.”
“Hey good boy!” Mr. Jenkins gave him a pat on the back. “Hey did you see the O’reilly factor yesterday?”
“No I was busy.”
“Ah, that’s too bad. You know, I agree with him, I hate people too.”
" Yes sir,” said Malachi. “Good boy, now get back to work.”
Malachi sat at his desk and saw the beautiful Ashley strut past him coquettishly. “Hi Malachi.” “Hi! Good morning, Ashley.”
Malachi sat at his desk. O.K. Those cup warmer reports are important. Gotta do my duty as an American. But first he wanted to listen to one of those CDs. He put Test #666 in the computer CD tray and put on some headphones. I can’t see the same thing twice, he reasoned. Soon he was in a deep medititative state. This is very nice and tranquil, he thought, like being at the beach. This must be what heaven feels like. Suddenly, visions began to coalesce out of the pitch black vortex of his brain. It was his coworker Ashley. She lying completely naked on a tiger skinned rug. He looked deep into her almond colored pupils. “I know why you saw that vision Malachi.”
“Jesus mother fucking Christ! Shit!,” he screamed as he as he ripped the headphones off and began bashing them against his computer. He should never have taken that acid in college. A heavy set woman in the cubicle next to him with a beehive hairdo and the features of a tropical fish’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Excuse me”, she said, “I’m a Christian and I find that really offensive.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Malachi. “What’s going on here?” it was one of his many supervisors; the supervisor pointed a pen at his head, “Think about cup warmers, son. That’s what we’re paying you for.”
“Yes sir,” said Malachi. He sat in a daze until lunchtime. He waited for Ashley to walk past his cubicle. “Hi Malachi.”
“Ashley, would you like to have lunch with me?”
“Umm…sure Malachi,” she smiled at him. “I’m eating at the local bookstore Merlin’s Garden.”
“Oh cool, I’ve never been there before.”
They exited Cup Warmers Inc. together. “So why did you want to have lunch with me today Malachi?”
“Umm… I like working with you Ashley. I think you’re a nice person.”
She paused as she opened the car door and invited him inside. “I think your nice too, Malachi.”
She got in the car, grabbed her shades from the glove compartment and turned on the CD player. “Oh Pink Floyd, I used to listen to them in college.” “Fuck yah, man. Pink Floyd rocks.”
“What kind of food do they have at Merlin’s Garden?”
“Really good vegetarian food.”
A short while later they arrive at the park that was next to Merlin’s Garden and beautiful sunny beach. All kinds of people were sitting laughing and talking. Some were playing music and drinking brews. Others were paying beach sports. Couples sitting talked, a man reading a book in the shimmering spectral sunlight. He heard the soft twinkle of wind chimes and saw an old bearded man wearing a black T-shirt with a red anarchy symbol on it sitting on a stool out front. He was smoking an old wooden tobacco pipe with intricate symbols on it, but what he was smoking was a strange alien green plant. Malachi remembered that smell form his college years. The old man shot a glance at them with the piercing eyes of an eagle, “Everything you do and say affects the world. You two always remember that.”
“We will thank you,” Ashley smiled at him, and said quickly “4:20 special please.”
“He quickly slipped her a Ziploc bag in exchange for some bills. “God bless you,” she said.
"What is that Ashley? What did you just do?”
“Shhh…. Malachi. Please be quiet. Oh man, you should try some of their middle Eastern food it’s really good.”
“Ashley do you ever have like visions?”
“You mean like when you drink a whole bottle of Tequila?”
“No…Well kinda..i mean no.”
“You should read these books. She shoved a couple of used books in his hands. “Apocalyptic Prophecy and Vision of the End times?”
“Probably a bunch of bullshit, huh? I tell you..."
Chapter I
“Get up you sleepy head, don’t sleep the day away. ”
Malachi groaned, gritting his teeth and scratching himself. It was the alarm clock of Snow White standing over Sleepy that his daughter had given for his birthday. Every morning he used it out of love for her but secretly it made him want to drive a nail through his head. On cue his kids began rushing into the bedroom. His young son Michael as usual had one of his ties rapped around his head. He pointed his toy gun at him, “G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit.”
His little daughter began waddling in, crumbling cheerios deeper into the recesses of her messy black hair.
“Daddy I made a mess.”
“O.K. honey, where’s your Mom?
“She went shopping with Grandma.”
Michael gave her a push, “Shut up you trick-ass hoe.”
He pointed the toy gun at her temple. Malachi shot upright form his bed and shook a finger at his son “Hey now, Michael, remember what we talked about, O.K? Your sister is beautiful, intelligent, and someday she’ll be the first female President of the United States. Now get that stupid tie off your head and go clean your room or you’re gonna have a bad day.”
Michale bumpily shot out of the room. He slammed his door shut and the sounds of angry black men began to erupt form his room. “Daddy can we get ice cream Bannana Jerry’s?"
“You mean Ben and Jerry’s pumpkin? Pumpkin ‘umpkin?," he poked her in the belly and she started giggling, “O.K. Let’s go look at this mess.”
He rubbed her dirty head and held her hand as they made their way down to the kitchen. It looked like a bomb had gone off. “ Michael, get down here right now, I know some of this mess is yours.” He began opening the large box filled with the book of Mormon. He paused to open one of the books and read a random passage. He beamed as the wisdom of Joseph Smith radiated outward and lit up his entire morning. Suddenly, a Folger’s coffee commercial came on television, “It’s a brand new day!”
His daughter began shaking his on his pants leg. “Bannana Jerry’s, Daddy.”
“We will later sweet, but first, Daddy’s going prostylitizing. All right, let’s see here. First house on the list: Mr. and Mrs. Violet .”
A short while later he had arrived at the Violet residence. He adjusted his nice white dress shirt and rang the doorbell. A gorgeous Asiatic women answered the door. She was dressed as if she was about to go work out. “Hi,” he said as he shook her hand.
“Hi,” she said warmly. What e nice looking teeth she had. “I’m here to share with you the Book of Mormon and the miracle of Joseph Smith.”
She paused. “All right,” she said ,” Please come in.”
“Thank you is your husband home?”
“No, he’s at work right now. Would you care for a drink?”
Malachi could not believe how well it was going.“Oh sure. Thank you for your hospitality. What is it your husband does for a living?”
“He’s been designing a set of audio meditation tapes that induce different brain wave states in people while they’re in waking consciousness. Scotch?”
“That’s very fascinating. Please.”
Mrs. Violet handed him the glass of Scotch as he sat down on a big comfy couch their living room. “Now what is it you do for a living Mrs. Violet?”
“Please, call me Tammy,” she said as she made her way past the liquor bar. It seemed strangely dark in the house considering how sunny it was outside. For some reason the house reminded Malachi of one of those haunted house rides he and his friends used to go on. “Oh, I mostly just sit at home here by myself,” she said, as she began reclining on a leather couch with a drink in her hand.
“So, tell me about the book of Mormon.”
“Well, uh, few people would deny that Joseph Smith is the greatest intellectual and spiritual genius of the twentieth century.”
“I know a man at the grocery store who’s Mormon. More Scotch? You drank that rather quickly?”
“All right, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So audio meditation tapes you say?”
She was bent over at the bar. “Well, they’re CDs actually.”
She handed him another glass of Scotch and returned to her couch digging her feet into the leather interior. He took a large sip of Scotch and stared at her feet. He was completely mesmerized by them. He needed to stop drinking or he would not be able to stop staring at them. “That sounds interesting, I’ve never tried that before.” “Oh, would you like to? My husband has plenty of them just lying around.” “Umm…all right.”
“O.K. Hang on.”
She left the living room and returned with a large CD booklet. “Hmm… This is a new one. I don’t think this one’s been used by a whole lot of people. Test #666. Well, let’s try it out. Just put these headphones on and relax. Malachi put the headphones on and sank deeper into a meditative state. Slowly, out of the inky blackness of his mind visions began to form. It was the city in which he lived but… everything had been blown up and destroyed. Strewn dead, charred bodies were scattered everywhere. Some sort of disaster had occurred. Suddenly he saw himself and Tammy Violet laughing together with their hands around each other’s waists. Malachi’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, ripped, and torn, and a large bleeding scar was on his face. He was taking large swigs of wine from a bottle in his hand. “Can you believe everyone else is gone? Now we have everything completely to ourselves?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too honey bunny.” Suddenly in the midst of his vision he felt a foot rubbing against his crotch. “Oh my fucking God!” he screamed as he ripped the headphones off and threw them at the floor.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I totally misunderstood,” she said as she guilty began to withdraw her feet from his lap. “No I mean…,”he absentmindedly placed a hand on her foot. She flashed him a dirty smile. “I mean what the hell is wrong with this thing?”
“What do you mean Mr…”
“Malachi.” “Do you have a last name?”
“People have a hard time pronouncing it. I mean, am I supposed to see…visions?”
“Sure, people in that kind of meditative state see things all the time. Why what did you see?”
Chapter II
Malachi sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. He had not completed his prostlytizing. God, you’re a married man for Chris sakes! So why, after he had seen those horrible visions did he end up drinking more, sucking Mrs. Violet’s toes, and having sex with her until her husband came home. He realized dejectedly that he was not a very good Mormon. At least he had managed to convert both the Violets. His wife came into the kitchen with her bedclothes still on. “Tired from doin’ the good work?”
“Yes. Could you please go quiet our son?” Michael and his young friend were sitting in the living room playing X-Box 360 and listening to Ice Cube’s War and Peace album. “Yo’ son, this shit is off the hook.”
“Shut up faggot.”
“You shut up, you punk ass bitch. I saw you down at the corner selling hand jobs for ten cents a piece.”
Juliet walked into the living room and shut everything off.
“All right, you two cannot hang out with each other if you’re going to use your dirty African American language.”
“Sheet! Later.”
“Later bro, peace.”
She came back into the kitchen. “There, feel better honey?,” she asked as she massaged his back. She puckered her lips at him. “Aaaah… I’ll go draw you up a nice hot bath.”
She strutted away and shortly he could hear the bath water running. “Oh man, I’m such an asshole,” he groaned to himself. Tonight he would pray extra hard and ask God for forgiveness. He got up from the table excitedly yes, that will make everything all right. Thank you Joseph Smith! Thank you! Thank you!
The next day Malachi stopped by Tammy Violet’s house on the way to work. She opened the front door. “Oh hi, Malachi. I didn’t expect to see you here today. I went out and bought some more toys.”
“No, I’ve got to go to work today. I was actually wondering if I could borrow some of your husband’s CDs. “
“Sure sexy pants. Come on in and I’ll copy them for you,” she said as she pinched his ass. After she was done Malachi drank more Scotch and gave her a foot rub. “Well, I’ve got go to work now.”
“O.K. Don’t show those CDs to anyone. If my husband found out I gave those to you he’d have a fit.”
“Of course, peace be with you”, he said as he exited her home. Soon he was on his way to work at the Cup Warmer factory. That was quite a prayer session I had with the big guy last night last night, he thought.
He drove past a large billboard movie sign with a giant computerized dancing penguin on it. Hmm…Happy Feet . I think I’ll take the kids to go see that, he thought. What a beautiful bright sunny God given morning! A Hispanic man with a squeegee came up to his S.U.V. window. “Not today hombre.” he said driving ahead. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw that the man was giving him the finger. That’s nice, he thought, well, you’re all going to hell anyway.
He pulled into the parking lot of Cup Warmer Inc. Employee preferred parking, that’s ‘cause I’m special, he beamed to himself. As he got out of his S.U.V. he saw his good buddy Steve. “Hey-hey Steve! Steve-O! Steve-O-rama!” “Ha. Ha. Yah, that SNL skit was pretty funny. So, did you see that Bears game?”
“No, I was busy yesterday.”
“Ah! Out doing the good work, eh?”
“You betcha,” said Malachi.
“Ah, hey, well, you keep it up you know. That Joseph Smith is like a fucking Leonardo Da Vinci or something man. Know what I’m saying?”
“He is indeed, the penultimate of all human evolutionary endeavors,” proclaimed Malachi as they entered the front door of Cup Warmers Inc.
“Morning gentlemen,” said their boss Mr. Jenkins when he had spotted them, “Malachi, I need to talk to you for a second.”
“Yes Mr. Jenkins?”
“How’s this weeks report on the latest cup warming accessories coming along, son?” “Just swell, Mr. Jenkins.”
“Hey good boy!” Mr. Jenkins gave him a pat on the back. “Hey did you see the O’reilly factor yesterday?”
“No I was busy.”
“Ah, that’s too bad. You know, I agree with him, I hate people too.”
" Yes sir,” said Malachi. “Good boy, now get back to work.”
Malachi sat at his desk and saw the beautiful Ashley strut past him coquettishly. “Hi Malachi.” “Hi! Good morning, Ashley.”
Malachi sat at his desk. O.K. Those cup warmer reports are important. Gotta do my duty as an American. But first he wanted to listen to one of those CDs. He put Test #666 in the computer CD tray and put on some headphones. I can’t see the same thing twice, he reasoned. Soon he was in a deep medititative state. This is very nice and tranquil, he thought, like being at the beach. This must be what heaven feels like. Suddenly, visions began to coalesce out of the pitch black vortex of his brain. It was his coworker Ashley. She lying completely naked on a tiger skinned rug. He looked deep into her almond colored pupils. “I know why you saw that vision Malachi.”
“Jesus mother fucking Christ! Shit!,” he screamed as he as he ripped the headphones off and began bashing them against his computer. He should never have taken that acid in college. A heavy set woman in the cubicle next to him with a beehive hairdo and the features of a tropical fish’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Excuse me”, she said, “I’m a Christian and I find that really offensive.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Malachi. “What’s going on here?” it was one of his many supervisors; the supervisor pointed a pen at his head, “Think about cup warmers, son. That’s what we’re paying you for.”
“Yes sir,” said Malachi. He sat in a daze until lunchtime. He waited for Ashley to walk past his cubicle. “Hi Malachi.”
“Ashley, would you like to have lunch with me?”
“Umm…sure Malachi,” she smiled at him. “I’m eating at the local bookstore Merlin’s Garden.”
“Oh cool, I’ve never been there before.”
They exited Cup Warmers Inc. together. “So why did you want to have lunch with me today Malachi?”
“Umm… I like working with you Ashley. I think you’re a nice person.”
She paused as she opened the car door and invited him inside. “I think your nice too, Malachi.”
She got in the car, grabbed her shades from the glove compartment and turned on the CD player. “Oh Pink Floyd, I used to listen to them in college.” “Fuck yah, man. Pink Floyd rocks.”
“What kind of food do they have at Merlin’s Garden?”
“Really good vegetarian food.”
A short while later they arrive at the park that was next to Merlin’s Garden and beautiful sunny beach. All kinds of people were sitting laughing and talking. Some were playing music and drinking brews. Others were paying beach sports. Couples sitting talked, a man reading a book in the shimmering spectral sunlight. He heard the soft twinkle of wind chimes and saw an old bearded man wearing a black T-shirt with a red anarchy symbol on it sitting on a stool out front. He was smoking an old wooden tobacco pipe with intricate symbols on it, but what he was smoking was a strange alien green plant. Malachi remembered that smell form his college years. The old man shot a glance at them with the piercing eyes of an eagle, “Everything you do and say affects the world. You two always remember that.”
“We will thank you,” Ashley smiled at him, and said quickly “4:20 special please.”
“He quickly slipped her a Ziploc bag in exchange for some bills. “God bless you,” she said.
"What is that Ashley? What did you just do?”
“Shhh…. Malachi. Please be quiet. Oh man, you should try some of their middle Eastern food it’s really good.”
“Ashley do you ever have like visions?”
“You mean like when you drink a whole bottle of Tequila?”
“No…Well kinda..i mean no.”
“You should read these books. She shoved a couple of used books in his hands. “Apocalyptic Prophecy and Vision of the End times?”
“Probably a bunch of bullshit, huh? I tell you..."
Social Evolution
THE ENEMY:
I resent everything outside of me, deserve to suck forever,
Why you smiling, think of something clever?
We need another Vietnam,
That would shorten their numbers,
Every time I see you,
I see my white dreams crumble.
RESPONSE:
You are looking backwards, while I am looking ahead,
And your repressive beliefs are already dead.
Everything you say and think is making me sick,
Mr. President Bush please suck my dick.
And I don't give a fuck if you think I use crass tactics,
Because I live in a society that's made out of plastic,
So feel the fury of a mind that's ultra-flexible Annd super elastic.
I take little lost souls that are stuck in the Jurassic,
And I take you on a 360 degree journey
That is intergalactic, And if I make you feel jealous,
You're a baby who's spastic,
Because I am the Public Enemy No.1,
Post-human, superhuman, Thelemic fantastic.
I resent everything outside of me, deserve to suck forever,
Why you smiling, think of something clever?
We need another Vietnam,
That would shorten their numbers,
Every time I see you,
I see my white dreams crumble.
RESPONSE:
You are looking backwards, while I am looking ahead,
And your repressive beliefs are already dead.
Everything you say and think is making me sick,
Mr. President Bush please suck my dick.
And I don't give a fuck if you think I use crass tactics,
Because I live in a society that's made out of plastic,
So feel the fury of a mind that's ultra-flexible Annd super elastic.
I take little lost souls that are stuck in the Jurassic,
And I take you on a 360 degree journey
That is intergalactic, And if I make you feel jealous,
You're a baby who's spastic,
Because I am the Public Enemy No.1,
Post-human, superhuman, Thelemic fantastic.
The Scarlet Woman
I cannot turn the life valve off,
I'm always wanting more,
At the Godhead of Mother Creation
There lies the supreme whore. I am above you and beneath you,
My joy is to see your joy.
My pretty baby, I know you crave meat like a cat,
But there's alot more to me than just animal fat,
I want to worship your body like a fine piece of art,
And my shops always open for business,
Just like a Quickie Mart.
I'm always wanting more,
At the Godhead of Mother Creation
There lies the supreme whore. I am above you and beneath you,
My joy is to see your joy.
My pretty baby, I know you crave meat like a cat,
But there's alot more to me than just animal fat,
I want to worship your body like a fine piece of art,
And my shops always open for business,
Just like a Quickie Mart.
The Sociopath Next Door
Terrorists and Freddy Kueger,
Goin' down to Big 5 in my S.U.V. to get me a lueger,
To keep America safe and sweet and full of sugar.
Then I'm gonna find me woman, but not a hooker,
A plastic surgery enhance butch Republican woman
Who's still a looker,
And then I'm gonna take her take her to places
Only God has took her.
Goin' down to Big 5 in my S.U.V. to get me a lueger,
To keep America safe and sweet and full of sugar.
Then I'm gonna find me woman, but not a hooker,
A plastic surgery enhance butch Republican woman
Who's still a looker,
And then I'm gonna take her take her to places
Only God has took her.
Jesus The Magician
(being an invocation of Dionysus)
Women move like rare fauna
In the midnight twilght.
Can you dig it?
Ignite the Marlboro light.
Watch you see where you direct your eyesight.
Enclosed encapsulated.
Thoughts X-rated.
I know who you are.
It's all sublimated.
To soothe your addiction
To fresh fruits and brandy
And government candy.
Women move like rare fauna
In the midnight twilght.
Can you dig it?
Ignite the Marlboro light.
Watch you see where you direct your eyesight.
Enclosed encapsulated.
Thoughts X-rated.
I know who you are.
It's all sublimated.
To soothe your addiction
To fresh fruits and brandy
And government candy.
Classroom God Virus
(Make Love Not War XXX)
Scientific observation has revealed that social interactions among bonobos are far less hostile than among common chimps. This is not to say that bonobos never fight; they just do so a lot less. Unlike common chimps (and humans, of course), bonobos have never been observed deliberately killing members of their own species. Among bonobos observed both in the wild and in captivity, sex and mutual pleasure are keys to keeping the peace, reinforcing social relations based upon the give and take of sensual, erotic pleasure rather than on pain and force and fear. Apparently, all that hot sex just cools ‘em out.
Though common chimpanzees only partake in basic reproductive sex, bonobos share all kinds of sexual pleasures, including cunnilingus, fellatio, masturbation, massage, bisexuality, incest, body-licking, sex in different positions, group sex, and lots of long, deep, wet, soulful, French kissing. Bonobo "ladies" strengthen their friendships through "lesbian" sex, frequently performing what researchers call "genito-genital rubbing." The Mogandu people have a much more appealing, expressive name for this act of rapidly rubbing their large sensitive clitorises and labia against each other: hoka-hoka. Bonobo females grow closer to each other as they do the hoka-hoka, consolidating their social connections along with their orgasms. These highly sexed females are also far more likely to initiate sex with the males than any other great ape females (including humans!). So the bonobo guys get a pretty good deal: Give the ladies some respect, and get plenty of sex, all year ‘round.
Moreover, since the males do get plenty of sex—from confident, horny females who disguise their ovulation time—they don’t compete with each other so much. That is, male bonobos don’t seem to partake in the deadly "wars," raiding parties and other acts of ape "terrorism" so prevalent among male common chimps, and humans. They also tend to resolve any conflicts they might have by mounting each other or engaging in oral or manual sex. As Dr. Franz de Waal points out in Bonobo: The Forgotten Ape, "common chimps resolve sexual issues with power. Bonobos resolve power issues with sex." The latter seems to be safer and more fun for everyone.
While many have debated over whether humans are more closely related to chimps or bonobos, others still deny the concept that humans have evolved from a natural biological process at all and have insisted that the entire universe was been created on a seven day bender by an anal-retentive Father God who punishes people for seeking knowledge and having a good time. This theory is quite a bummer compared to many of the paganistic , poletheistic, and esoteric belief systems that have come before it and various interpretations of it have been accepted by a disappointingly large amount of people.
Scientific observation has revealed that social interactions among bonobos are far less hostile than among common chimps. This is not to say that bonobos never fight; they just do so a lot less. Unlike common chimps (and humans, of course), bonobos have never been observed deliberately killing members of their own species. Among bonobos observed both in the wild and in captivity, sex and mutual pleasure are keys to keeping the peace, reinforcing social relations based upon the give and take of sensual, erotic pleasure rather than on pain and force and fear. Apparently, all that hot sex just cools ‘em out.
Though common chimpanzees only partake in basic reproductive sex, bonobos share all kinds of sexual pleasures, including cunnilingus, fellatio, masturbation, massage, bisexuality, incest, body-licking, sex in different positions, group sex, and lots of long, deep, wet, soulful, French kissing. Bonobo "ladies" strengthen their friendships through "lesbian" sex, frequently performing what researchers call "genito-genital rubbing." The Mogandu people have a much more appealing, expressive name for this act of rapidly rubbing their large sensitive clitorises and labia against each other: hoka-hoka. Bonobo females grow closer to each other as they do the hoka-hoka, consolidating their social connections along with their orgasms. These highly sexed females are also far more likely to initiate sex with the males than any other great ape females (including humans!). So the bonobo guys get a pretty good deal: Give the ladies some respect, and get plenty of sex, all year ‘round.
Moreover, since the males do get plenty of sex—from confident, horny females who disguise their ovulation time—they don’t compete with each other so much. That is, male bonobos don’t seem to partake in the deadly "wars," raiding parties and other acts of ape "terrorism" so prevalent among male common chimps, and humans. They also tend to resolve any conflicts they might have by mounting each other or engaging in oral or manual sex. As Dr. Franz de Waal points out in Bonobo: The Forgotten Ape, "common chimps resolve sexual issues with power. Bonobos resolve power issues with sex." The latter seems to be safer and more fun for everyone.
While many have debated over whether humans are more closely related to chimps or bonobos, others still deny the concept that humans have evolved from a natural biological process at all and have insisted that the entire universe was been created on a seven day bender by an anal-retentive Father God who punishes people for seeking knowledge and having a good time. This theory is quite a bummer compared to many of the paganistic , poletheistic, and esoteric belief systems that have come before it and various interpretations of it have been accepted by a disappointingly large amount of people.
The American Subconcious
Excerpt from short novel "Apocalypse Orgasm"
“Hey, what are two doing interacting with each other?,” shouted their big fat middle-aged manager from his office behind the bar as he sat smoking a cigar and counting his money. Philistine eyes quantify and evaluate. “You’re not allowed to have independent conversations; this job is your life! And I want to see smiles on your face when you interact with those customers! Big fat plastic smiles!”
Oh, how I hope that these little proletariat scum nothing guinea pigs aren’t smart enough to figure how much money I’m making off of them by exploiting them and paying them jack shit, he thought to himself as he laughed with the gruesome morosity of a 2333 1/3 headed, venom-spitting hydra, and scratched his never used cellophane coated nuts, inhaling more cancer into his bloated distended corpse-like body that was full of all sorts of artificial chemicals and preservatives.
Bill O’Reilly’s face was blaring away on a television set in the background, “No marijuana, that divine ambrosial forbidden celestial intoxication! No fun for anyone, herd animal hamster get back on your treadmill! Work and suffer! Work and suffer! Make plastic goodies for all the insufferable miscreants who look like they have a bad case of case of gas! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” And at that moment Jackee O.’s subconciousness looked like this: Deflate that whoopee cushion you intolerable empty venomous hot air as it shoots forth form your anus like a viral spiral, what a sack of shit! You think I’m just another malformed misshapen erector set but I got you in my side quarter pocket as I hope that all the gorgeous blossoming springtime beauties are receptive to my lingam gnosis. Oh, please be benevolent my buxom sun goddess, don’t leave me sex starved, my cup runneth over! You think you see me but you don’t because I’ve been trained in super secret stealth techniques by the KBG. I could kill you with my eyelash just ma eyelash ma man as I go plink and we both disappear. Hey, fractal, shall I shall black your eyes again since you never use them for anything but to find yesterdays sticky, icky, sicky puss-covered worm eatin’ garbage that only a maggot would call a home. You spend all your lives in the shit so I guess you must like it, flies buzzing around you the time, that is your life. You could take a bath anytime you wanted and clean your soul, esteeming the entrails of the earth and bringing glory unto the starving hearts of humanity. Don’t bleat like a lamb, roar like a lion using both sides of the brain. Somewhere in the past your film reel was cut short you mediocre slug, but this is the present and it’s time for your star to rise. Mutate and come home in glory as all eight of your nueorcircuits evolve through set sequence of biomechanical evolutionary stages that can be engaged with the use of the proper nuerochemicals and your soul sores unbridled through the starry chunky monkey milky way like Chewy Chocolate Chips Ahoy© cookies that melt in your mouth not in your [insert body part/cavity of your choice]. I love you; I yearn for you to unfasten your clenched jaw. All that unnecessary tension! [You’ve got mail™!] Just relax a little bit as old Taiwanese woman named Tammy gives you a Happy Ending and Kenny G©. blares away in the background [Sanitized and censored for your protection, brain dead women giving me erections, but they’re all synthetic, no affection, sell your soul the next election, I would like to believe that you’re my reflection, but if that is true then we are all fucked, you do this to me every day and I don’t know why, so put coins on my eyes because I am dying, you can’t live without your heart and mine is aching, America cannot see anything], you can bath in the waxing sunlight forever if wanted too as it reflects off a slightly dented old copper sundial set against a warm, steaming, tropical rainforest as gibbons screech and flash their salivating bicuspits as they scuttle through the vine-laden trees that dangle the ripest, sweetest, juiciest fruits that make your mouth water in anticipation to look at them (but you cannot touch, they are under glass) and they have gnarly ass unruly monkey butt sex with each other all day until an orange harvest moon rises and it’s goodbye sober days [let’s take a trip, let’s take a ride penetrate the evening that the city sleeps to hide] and fur flies everywhere (it’s getting hot in here so take all of all your clothes)[Eeeek! Eeek! Shamonah!] and there are a multitude of wild animals crying in the foreground but you have returned to the Garden of Eden once again and they are your friends. Focus and refocus your eyelids and let the good times roll because my joy is to see your joy! You should all view yourselves equally chosen and lovely destined for heaven and great things. I love every fucking thing that writhes and moves on this baby planet and my hatred is just a stage prop(just one ugly voice that is a reflection of the entire world) to make way for a much needed changing of the guard because out with the old, in with new 2001 Space Odyssey star child shimmering with golden gossamer, stridently trailing purple hues, and equipped with the fiery, immolating eye of Horus, tantric yogic shakti muchos grandes, and a well formed body of light, we are immortal. It’s time for us to conjoin together like the 64-patterned, double helix genetic spiral. This ‘aint no granola chewin’ lolly pop land dripping with shallow saccharine sweetness, this is the real deal maximum steal so don’t worry, be happy. A mammoth pastiche of a writing that slaughters opposition and now you know my name. My name is serial no. Aaaaaaah! Cut. End the ever continuous dream sequence and return to the illusory linear real time narrative.
“All, I really want is a holistic ying-yang interchangeable unity of the anima and the animus, alchemy,” sighed Jackee O, turning away despondently, “Oh, Why can’t I find a superwoman? A strong, yet nurturing Gaian Earth Mother of pulchritudinous perfection par excellence? Why should Dionysus not be permitted to eclipse Apollo?”
“Goddamnit”, mumbled Jackee,”drugs are my only consolation for having to live in a society full of a bunch of God-forsaken sexless retards. No peace ever, that’s hippy shit. I wish that everyone could taste the sweet venom of my poison sting, as my soul lies in the garden of Les Fleur Du Mal.”
He threaded his way over to a jukebox like an amoeba and was pleased to discover that the Dead Kennedy’s song “Government flu” was readily available for his listening pleasure. The neon light of the jukebox reflected off his face like a face like a spatial anomaly. That familiar space cadet glow. He inserted his filthy lucre into the jukebox and amidst the sound of discordant guitar and drums a mockingly soothing high-pitched woman’s voice began to flood the bar:
“Why are you such a stupid asshole, would you really like to know? Well pay your fee, remove your clothes and the vet will show you how. You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey, be cheerful, fit in, or someone might think you’re weird. Life CAN be perfect, people CAN be trusted. Someday I will fall in love, with a nice quiet home of my very own, free from all pain, happy and having fun all the time. It never happened, did it?” Jell-O Biafra’s high pitched demented cartoon voice came piercing through screaming, We got a drug, we’re gonna try out on you, won’t make you die, it’ll get you just a little bit sick…T.V. sells you a disease that you think you have…” Jackee O. watched Service Woman and Money Exchange System Man continue to service customers and perform rudimentary tasks. Mindless, repetitious, tribally imposed sequences. “And how are you today mam?” “Oh, just fine. I just have to stop and buy my kids some more toys and food before we go home.”
There was no love. It was all mechanical. And so was their fear and their hate. Because only some would go to heaven. The rest would to hell while the chosen ones laughed merrily. It was all based upon a set rules and regulations that you had to follow, and no one ever bothered to question it. Too scary. Meanwhile the ones in charge made off with their money and their lives. Many of the people working there never said anything to each other, and someday they would all die. An old couple sat at one of the booths, “I’ll never read that newspaper again far too liberal.” Books stashed away, never read. A young couple sitting behind them embraced each other. The soft, pulsating, liquid love and the warm glow.
“Hey, what are two doing interacting with each other?,” shouted their big fat middle-aged manager from his office behind the bar as he sat smoking a cigar and counting his money. Philistine eyes quantify and evaluate. “You’re not allowed to have independent conversations; this job is your life! And I want to see smiles on your face when you interact with those customers! Big fat plastic smiles!”
Oh, how I hope that these little proletariat scum nothing guinea pigs aren’t smart enough to figure how much money I’m making off of them by exploiting them and paying them jack shit, he thought to himself as he laughed with the gruesome morosity of a 2333 1/3 headed, venom-spitting hydra, and scratched his never used cellophane coated nuts, inhaling more cancer into his bloated distended corpse-like body that was full of all sorts of artificial chemicals and preservatives.
Bill O’Reilly’s face was blaring away on a television set in the background, “No marijuana, that divine ambrosial forbidden celestial intoxication! No fun for anyone, herd animal hamster get back on your treadmill! Work and suffer! Work and suffer! Make plastic goodies for all the insufferable miscreants who look like they have a bad case of case of gas! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” And at that moment Jackee O.’s subconciousness looked like this: Deflate that whoopee cushion you intolerable empty venomous hot air as it shoots forth form your anus like a viral spiral, what a sack of shit! You think I’m just another malformed misshapen erector set but I got you in my side quarter pocket as I hope that all the gorgeous blossoming springtime beauties are receptive to my lingam gnosis. Oh, please be benevolent my buxom sun goddess, don’t leave me sex starved, my cup runneth over! You think you see me but you don’t because I’ve been trained in super secret stealth techniques by the KBG. I could kill you with my eyelash just ma eyelash ma man as I go plink and we both disappear. Hey, fractal, shall I shall black your eyes again since you never use them for anything but to find yesterdays sticky, icky, sicky puss-covered worm eatin’ garbage that only a maggot would call a home. You spend all your lives in the shit so I guess you must like it, flies buzzing around you the time, that is your life. You could take a bath anytime you wanted and clean your soul, esteeming the entrails of the earth and bringing glory unto the starving hearts of humanity. Don’t bleat like a lamb, roar like a lion using both sides of the brain. Somewhere in the past your film reel was cut short you mediocre slug, but this is the present and it’s time for your star to rise. Mutate and come home in glory as all eight of your nueorcircuits evolve through set sequence of biomechanical evolutionary stages that can be engaged with the use of the proper nuerochemicals and your soul sores unbridled through the starry chunky monkey milky way like Chewy Chocolate Chips Ahoy© cookies that melt in your mouth not in your [insert body part/cavity of your choice]. I love you; I yearn for you to unfasten your clenched jaw. All that unnecessary tension! [You’ve got mail™!] Just relax a little bit as old Taiwanese woman named Tammy gives you a Happy Ending and Kenny G©. blares away in the background [Sanitized and censored for your protection, brain dead women giving me erections, but they’re all synthetic, no affection, sell your soul the next election, I would like to believe that you’re my reflection, but if that is true then we are all fucked, you do this to me every day and I don’t know why, so put coins on my eyes because I am dying, you can’t live without your heart and mine is aching, America cannot see anything], you can bath in the waxing sunlight forever if wanted too as it reflects off a slightly dented old copper sundial set against a warm, steaming, tropical rainforest as gibbons screech and flash their salivating bicuspits as they scuttle through the vine-laden trees that dangle the ripest, sweetest, juiciest fruits that make your mouth water in anticipation to look at them (but you cannot touch, they are under glass) and they have gnarly ass unruly monkey butt sex with each other all day until an orange harvest moon rises and it’s goodbye sober days [let’s take a trip, let’s take a ride penetrate the evening that the city sleeps to hide] and fur flies everywhere (it’s getting hot in here so take all of all your clothes)[Eeeek! Eeek! Shamonah!] and there are a multitude of wild animals crying in the foreground but you have returned to the Garden of Eden once again and they are your friends. Focus and refocus your eyelids and let the good times roll because my joy is to see your joy! You should all view yourselves equally chosen and lovely destined for heaven and great things. I love every fucking thing that writhes and moves on this baby planet and my hatred is just a stage prop(just one ugly voice that is a reflection of the entire world) to make way for a much needed changing of the guard because out with the old, in with new 2001 Space Odyssey star child shimmering with golden gossamer, stridently trailing purple hues, and equipped with the fiery, immolating eye of Horus, tantric yogic shakti muchos grandes, and a well formed body of light, we are immortal. It’s time for us to conjoin together like the 64-patterned, double helix genetic spiral. This ‘aint no granola chewin’ lolly pop land dripping with shallow saccharine sweetness, this is the real deal maximum steal so don’t worry, be happy. A mammoth pastiche of a writing that slaughters opposition and now you know my name. My name is serial no. Aaaaaaah! Cut. End the ever continuous dream sequence and return to the illusory linear real time narrative.
“All, I really want is a holistic ying-yang interchangeable unity of the anima and the animus, alchemy,” sighed Jackee O, turning away despondently, “Oh, Why can’t I find a superwoman? A strong, yet nurturing Gaian Earth Mother of pulchritudinous perfection par excellence? Why should Dionysus not be permitted to eclipse Apollo?”
“Goddamnit”, mumbled Jackee,”drugs are my only consolation for having to live in a society full of a bunch of God-forsaken sexless retards. No peace ever, that’s hippy shit. I wish that everyone could taste the sweet venom of my poison sting, as my soul lies in the garden of Les Fleur Du Mal.”
He threaded his way over to a jukebox like an amoeba and was pleased to discover that the Dead Kennedy’s song “Government flu” was readily available for his listening pleasure. The neon light of the jukebox reflected off his face like a face like a spatial anomaly. That familiar space cadet glow. He inserted his filthy lucre into the jukebox and amidst the sound of discordant guitar and drums a mockingly soothing high-pitched woman’s voice began to flood the bar:
“Why are you such a stupid asshole, would you really like to know? Well pay your fee, remove your clothes and the vet will show you how. You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey, be cheerful, fit in, or someone might think you’re weird. Life CAN be perfect, people CAN be trusted. Someday I will fall in love, with a nice quiet home of my very own, free from all pain, happy and having fun all the time. It never happened, did it?” Jell-O Biafra’s high pitched demented cartoon voice came piercing through screaming, We got a drug, we’re gonna try out on you, won’t make you die, it’ll get you just a little bit sick…T.V. sells you a disease that you think you have…” Jackee O. watched Service Woman and Money Exchange System Man continue to service customers and perform rudimentary tasks. Mindless, repetitious, tribally imposed sequences. “And how are you today mam?” “Oh, just fine. I just have to stop and buy my kids some more toys and food before we go home.”
There was no love. It was all mechanical. And so was their fear and their hate. Because only some would go to heaven. The rest would to hell while the chosen ones laughed merrily. It was all based upon a set rules and regulations that you had to follow, and no one ever bothered to question it. Too scary. Meanwhile the ones in charge made off with their money and their lives. Many of the people working there never said anything to each other, and someday they would all die. An old couple sat at one of the booths, “I’ll never read that newspaper again far too liberal.” Books stashed away, never read. A young couple sitting behind them embraced each other. The soft, pulsating, liquid love and the warm glow.
Overexposed Film
In Indra's net we are all strung together like beads,
And we all have spiritual, intellectual,
And emotional needs,
But no one ever bothers to consider the natural rate
Of decay and entropy,
That mixes with the ground to feed the centipedes.
I am not a puppet, I really do bleed,
And I am dying as I'm watching you feed.
In this poisoned garden I am planting my seeds,
Which shall rise high above all the killing weeds.
And we all have spiritual, intellectual,
And emotional needs,
But no one ever bothers to consider the natural rate
Of decay and entropy,
That mixes with the ground to feed the centipedes.
I am not a puppet, I really do bleed,
And I am dying as I'm watching you feed.
In this poisoned garden I am planting my seeds,
Which shall rise high above all the killing weeds.
Host Immunity Virus
(so talk to your doctor about gingko blowjob)
The omegas Bulbous and black.
In your lust for combustion
Let me ask you a question,
And phrase an auto erotic post hypnotic suggestion,
Regarding a subliminal criminal divine intervention.
If you see the world without any pretensions,
Why is what is forbidden always the mother of invention?
In the ghetto of the limelight
Please relieve all my tensions.
I have affection for what is crooked
In your human pretensions,
But now there is a virus
In this Brave New World Convention.
The omegas Bulbous and black.
In your lust for combustion
Let me ask you a question,
And phrase an auto erotic post hypnotic suggestion,
Regarding a subliminal criminal divine intervention.
If you see the world without any pretensions,
Why is what is forbidden always the mother of invention?
In the ghetto of the limelight
Please relieve all my tensions.
I have affection for what is crooked
In your human pretensions,
But now there is a virus
In this Brave New World Convention.
Animal Planet
(Medula Oblangata Pin'ata)
I see your happy family,
The two point five kid game.
This culture has a child-proof lock on it,
That's why it's fucking lame.
This wild human animal must be sedate and tame.
What they cannot extinguish is a bright and steady flame,
The actions of a person who truly knows their name.
1-800-USA,
How much do I have to pay?
Your hormones always win at the end of the day,
C'mon, don't you wanna play?
1-800 USA!
The American dream, the American dream,
Nine to five baby, the American dream,
The American dream, the American dream,
N-Nine to five baby, the American dream!
I see your happy family,
The two point five kid game.
This culture has a child-proof lock on it,
That's why it's fucking lame.
This wild human animal must be sedate and tame.
What they cannot extinguish is a bright and steady flame,
The actions of a person who truly knows their name.
1-800-USA,
How much do I have to pay?
Your hormones always win at the end of the day,
C'mon, don't you wanna play?
1-800 USA!
The American dream, the American dream,
Nine to five baby, the American dream,
The American dream, the American dream,
N-Nine to five baby, the American dream!
Bleeding Thorn
(excerpt from short novel Bleeding Thorn)
Soundtrack: aboriginal didgeridoos
Rosey Blossom’s black convertible pulls into focus, her fiery short cropped crimson hair sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the midday Vancouver sun. Making no efforts to decelerate, she adjusts her shades in the rear view mirror and puckers her blood red lips. Joyously tired and sore, she pantheistically breathes in the atmosphere all around her like a painting and reflects on her progress with smug satisfaction. She is currently employed at the Orgasmic Research Institute in Vancouver, Canada. The official goal of the project is to bridge the gap between the scientific and occult understanding of human sexuality but, more covertly behind the scenes, her and a highly qualified team of experts are involved in an elaborate series of sex magick rituals designed to invocate upon the Earth pure Dionysian peace, love, freedom, and understanding. “May all that separate humanity from one another crumble and fall. May all people be richly intoxicated and may there be fucking in the streets. This is my wish to you as Mother Babylon.” She fumbles around the disorganized front seat for the ipod which is connected to the car stereo system. She holds it upward to the sun to make her selection, the sun reflecting off of its liquid metallic chrome surface as the palm trees rush past her in rapid streamline precision. Ah, KMFDM! Now here is a band with a nutsack attached to it! She hits play on the song WIIII and withdraws the hash pipe form her bosom. She takes a deep inhalation and reality explodes exponentially.
Soundtrack: aboriginal didgeridoos
Rosey Blossom’s black convertible pulls into focus, her fiery short cropped crimson hair sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the midday Vancouver sun. Making no efforts to decelerate, she adjusts her shades in the rear view mirror and puckers her blood red lips. Joyously tired and sore, she pantheistically breathes in the atmosphere all around her like a painting and reflects on her progress with smug satisfaction. She is currently employed at the Orgasmic Research Institute in Vancouver, Canada. The official goal of the project is to bridge the gap between the scientific and occult understanding of human sexuality but, more covertly behind the scenes, her and a highly qualified team of experts are involved in an elaborate series of sex magick rituals designed to invocate upon the Earth pure Dionysian peace, love, freedom, and understanding. “May all that separate humanity from one another crumble and fall. May all people be richly intoxicated and may there be fucking in the streets. This is my wish to you as Mother Babylon.” She fumbles around the disorganized front seat for the ipod which is connected to the car stereo system. She holds it upward to the sun to make her selection, the sun reflecting off of its liquid metallic chrome surface as the palm trees rush past her in rapid streamline precision. Ah, KMFDM! Now here is a band with a nutsack attached to it! She hits play on the song WIIII and withdraws the hash pipe form her bosom. She takes a deep inhalation and reality explodes exponentially.
Plastic Surgery Disasters
(excert from short novel Apocalypse Orgasm)
At this point Jackee and his friends began to swarm around the video consoles to play a computerized racing game like a circle of sharks smelling a trail of blood. They were all going to compete like the sperm racing to fertilize the egg in philogynous Stanislov Grov matrices embedded in 4-D space time. Choose a car! Rotate your wheel. You can choose any car you like. Deadly chunks of metal spinning round and round. As the game started up they all began to laugh and grin at one another like wild mad jackals. The pixilated screens reflecting off their light starved faces hallow-ed. It was wonderful. The bright lights. The high stimulation. And the cocaine. You just wanted to sink into it's plastic omnipresence forever.
(All materail copywrite 2006 God Virus, don't fuck around,biotch!)
At this point Jackee and his friends began to swarm around the video consoles to play a computerized racing game like a circle of sharks smelling a trail of blood. They were all going to compete like the sperm racing to fertilize the egg in philogynous Stanislov Grov matrices embedded in 4-D space time. Choose a car! Rotate your wheel. You can choose any car you like. Deadly chunks of metal spinning round and round. As the game started up they all began to laugh and grin at one another like wild mad jackals. The pixilated screens reflecting off their light starved faces hallow-ed. It was wonderful. The bright lights. The high stimulation. And the cocaine. You just wanted to sink into it's plastic omnipresence forever.
(All materail copywrite 2006 God Virus, don't fuck around,biotch!)
After Sex The Mate Is Consumed
{Dear Mother Kali}
Fireside
Against rough burning hues
Out of molten clay
A terrible beauty is formed.
Out of the violence of totality
The nectar is consumed and
The blood is sucked from all the people.
The eyes dart around in a ghostly
Husk
Waitng for the next victim.
Fireside
Against rough burning hues
Out of molten clay
A terrible beauty is formed.
Out of the violence of totality
The nectar is consumed and
The blood is sucked from all the people.
The eyes dart around in a ghostly
Husk
Waitng for the next victim.
The 23 Current (Psychic In The Wry Mix)
Corpse bride, insecticide.
Rub yo' belly down God's slip 'n slide.
1,2,3,4 Nature's goodness dripping out your pores.
5,6,7,8 Either feel my love or taste the hate.
I am the deadly microbes on your plate.
So eat it up, and salivate.
As your braindead body sits and stagnates.
While I dance circles around you and recreate.
Fuck how you've been geared,
Just another sheep to be sheared,
As Satan laughs and strokes his beard,
Thinking you stupid loser,
where's your will to be weird?
Rub yo' belly down God's slip 'n slide.
1,2,3,4 Nature's goodness dripping out your pores.
5,6,7,8 Either feel my love or taste the hate.
I am the deadly microbes on your plate.
So eat it up, and salivate.
As your braindead body sits and stagnates.
While I dance circles around you and recreate.
Fuck how you've been geared,
Just another sheep to be sheared,
As Satan laughs and strokes his beard,
Thinking you stupid loser,
where's your will to be weird?
Internal Theatre
(karma coma, take your soma)
It’s all encompassing
Though I’m not really awake
It’s all awe-inspiring in the eye the of the snake.
You can rip the cordsAnd clear the boards.
This is what you’re moving towards.
I am here and you’re alive
What will you create that will survive?
Consume, deny the intellect
Play shallow games with you
because your mind is wrecked.
Give birth to the next in line.
Hope they’re not a landmine.
This time.
Let’s do everything.
How much did you bring?
It’s all encompassing
Though I’m not really awake
It’s all awe-inspiring in the eye the of the snake.
You can rip the cordsAnd clear the boards.
This is what you’re moving towards.
I am here and you’re alive
What will you create that will survive?
Consume, deny the intellect
Play shallow games with you
because your mind is wrecked.
Give birth to the next in line.
Hope they’re not a landmine.
This time.
Let’s do everything.
How much did you bring?
The Sun Eats The Moon
[Being a Horrifiying Panorama of the End Time Filth]
(to be read in high pitched cartoon robot voice)
Hello there AVERAGE AMERICAN. You have done satisfactory work today at JOB. Now, please return to your home and lock all your doors in order to avoid TERRORISTS. Do not be concerned with the outside world, instead please enjoy ELECTRONIC ENTERNTAINMENT, INTERNET PORN, or CONSUMER OBJECT FETISHISM at our LOCAL MALL. You will be in debt to us for a long time, so please do not make any plans for a meaningful future. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.
(to be read in high pitched cartoon robot voice)
Hello there AVERAGE AMERICAN. You have done satisfactory work today at JOB. Now, please return to your home and lock all your doors in order to avoid TERRORISTS. Do not be concerned with the outside world, instead please enjoy ELECTRONIC ENTERNTAINMENT, INTERNET PORN, or CONSUMER OBJECT FETISHISM at our LOCAL MALL. You will be in debt to us for a long time, so please do not make any plans for a meaningful future. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.
Atomic Disciples
Your mother didn’t raise no fool. Kersplatt.
You gotta react because the picture’s in motion.
Ever since the universe began with a massive explosion
And ameobas started having sex in the depths of the ocean.
Lifeform’s been
Learning how to mutate and resisting corosion.
Only someone who’s asleep would become what you’ve chosen.
Brainwashed and ignorant You’re suffocating ‘cause you’re closed in.
For you are as real as a Happy Meal,
An idiotic victim of mass appeal .
I am a spiritual force that'll cut you like steel.
You limited motherfucker, Tell me how does it feel?
You gotta react because the picture’s in motion.
Ever since the universe began with a massive explosion
And ameobas started having sex in the depths of the ocean.
Lifeform’s been
Learning how to mutate and resisting corosion.
Only someone who’s asleep would become what you’ve chosen.
Brainwashed and ignorant You’re suffocating ‘cause you’re closed in.
For you are as real as a Happy Meal,
An idiotic victim of mass appeal .
I am a spiritual force that'll cut you like steel.
You limited motherfucker, Tell me how does it feel?
Cirque de Shakti
This zoological carnival,
Makes you laugh like Parcival.
Lights, camera, action.
Enjoy the attractions.
Feed me, need me, give me some satisfaction.
Smoking dope through a kaliedoscope.
We're two rising stars in this parananoire.
In a world of push and shoves, And iron gloves,
Momma all I really wanna do is show you some love.
Makes you laugh like Parcival.
Lights, camera, action.
Enjoy the attractions.
Feed me, need me, give me some satisfaction.
Smoking dope through a kaliedoscope.
We're two rising stars in this parananoire.
In a world of push and shoves, And iron gloves,
Momma all I really wanna do is show you some love.
Bigs Ups 2 J.C. (Why Jesus Wept)
Are you drinking with me Jesus?
Jesus dig the funk.
Jesus, what we gonna do
About the dead hookers in the trunk?
Remember when we chillin’ Jesus?
Walkin’ on the beach?
Can you carry me Jesus?
I’m tired as fuck.
Jesus dig the funk.
Jesus, what we gonna do
About the dead hookers in the trunk?
Remember when we chillin’ Jesus?
Walkin’ on the beach?
Can you carry me Jesus?
I’m tired as fuck.
I Love Mickey Mouse (you should put psychedelics in the water supply)
You’ve permafried your brain.
Son, you’re insane.
You don’t even have the intelligence
To make a hamburger plain.
I’m making mad cash bitch
Get out the fast lane.
Long ago I hooked an I.V.
To the money tree
That’s all I’m ever going to be
When I go out all I see
I show you’re going to service me.
Botchelism in your face
The future of the human race?
Can we please hurry up and get to space?
I can’t spend time with Frankenface.
It’s time to pry open your third eye.
Will man wake before he dies?
I’m going to put psychedelics in the water supply.
Son, you’re insane.
You don’t even have the intelligence
To make a hamburger plain.
I’m making mad cash bitch
Get out the fast lane.
Long ago I hooked an I.V.
To the money tree
That’s all I’m ever going to be
When I go out all I see
I show you’re going to service me.
Botchelism in your face
The future of the human race?
Can we please hurry up and get to space?
I can’t spend time with Frankenface.
It’s time to pry open your third eye.
Will man wake before he dies?
I’m going to put psychedelics in the water supply.
Piercing The Zygote
The excrementing reptilian skin face glistens it’s shedding appendages in the twilight marsh. In golden fiery bulbous pulsations it shits out a copy of itself.
LSD On the 4th of July
Some day, as the raw undercurrent of blue bestial suckle matter drips radioactive plasma from your eye sockets you will know what it means to smile at me daemonic ultraviolet. At this stage you can only understand entropic cephalalgia due to the preservatives in your coffee creamer. Holy shit, the coffee creamer is forming a double helix that pierces through my heart. Check please.
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