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Moth clusters coat and cover everything-The moon it swings from the weight of barnacle beads-Spiderwebs blow and flows freely like empty shrouds in the breeze.

Loud stuttering engines replace people's heads as they hurry about with jerky movements. Sparatic gunfire in the distance like morse code. Police drones pulling over random cars-

Some of the small towns started forming groups to ambush cars passing through-Fences with severed heads on every post-and African lions escaped the zoo. They wander the prairie lands.

Brought me, brought meme to the Spider God. I dream now,-don't mean a thing now-This now is rubber, it bends-This time tastes like licorice lime-And it grows on morning plants like dew-Go threw the night in cat strider chocolate. lamp Goddess by my side-The Moon it moans like a Tibetan bowl-Mollusks leave slime on forgotten shrines-Endurance match beyond the pumpkin patch-A fever that wrinkles the brain braids.

Wearing antlers waving answers and I swear no one gets it,
Shaking my hips at the eternal wind-Now and then coyotes answer.
Panthers growls anthems
been binge been binge
Sneaking nude through the shelter belt been binge
howling alone under scarred stars
Coyote call and response and its getting cold.
Too soon bitter winds.
hibernate in ancestral cloth
cacoon under moon break open show the new skin.

This train runs on a track of cobwebs and we ain't never coming back. This train has a cruelly built cattle catcher in front. It razor sharp deflects plows through protestors standing on the track waving signs. The sides of the tracks become body part lined.

This train has a high-pressure hose on a flat car to spray the contents of the lavatory on anyone within reach as it passes through the towns.

This train re-directs its tracks to smash through houses, run down pets. Never trust the great Aztec death whistle and screaming like a demon with a throat full if gristle. The cabs have mounted rifles to shoot whatever passes by right out from the window.

A train hallowed in moths
Screams down a roller coaster track
The ghosts that pull it, like a bone moaning bullet.
Makes it cast a phosphorescent glow in the night.
It casts an eerie light that slowly fades like a scent.

CHORUS This train doesn't whistle, it gives off a roar like a dinosaur caught in a tar pit.

This train is packed with stale riders-All of them lacking heads. Every coach rolls with baby skulls and old folk's bones. It's a slow funeral pyre that fuels this train. Belching black smoke from the remains-black belch remains snake coils around your towns.

CHORUS This train doesn't whistle, it gives off a roar like a dinosaur caught in a tar pit.

This train it chugs, leaves a trail of festering bugs. This train it calls, call beyond dreams to bleak spiderweb edged depots.

This train has a sharp snow plow cattle catcher, scoop through starving children begging for some fuel engine bone shards. They go for the marrow. They only get in the way and there are more of them every day.

This train has a guardrail sale once a year, buy the dead folk's gear. There's even a free box.

"Chorus"

Wooo woooo! Now I'm on fire!

"Verse"

I'm up to no good
They prowl around there's dirty feet on your clean ground
Its spring again, I'll show you my thing again

Brought me, brought meme to the Spidergod. I dream now, don't mean a thing now. This now is rubber, it bends-This time tastes like licorice lime. And it grows on morning plants like dew- Go threw the night in cat strider chocolate lamp Goddess by my side. The moon it moans like a Tibetan bowl. Mollusks leave slime trails on forgotten shrines. Endurance match beyond the pumpkin patch. A fever that wrinkles the brain braids.

Blue dreams blue dreams its all in your mind-Blue dreams blue dreams I'm on the couch now. Blue dreams blue dreams and I turn on the TV watch society run backwards-Blue dreams blue dreams society running backwards. New dreams new dreams so bright made of plastic-New dreams new dreams what a thrill BJ built to spill-New dreams new dreams synthetic stimulants beverage make us spatic-Restless leg kicking in the night-Brain whirls so attention spans low, cells get worn smooth. Spew dreams spew dreams. Acidic protest to a world all wrong-Spew dreams spew dreams I'm a dragon now spitting acid puke at an uncaring nation-Spew dreams spew dreams. bleeding stomach ties pain strings tight curls body in a knot.

The machine is burning coal made from poor people's bone marrow and it's out of control. The machine is burning coal made from poor people's bone marrow and it's out of control. The machine farting poison fumes turning all in the room blue-But the right side don't complain, blame the poor for everything so early mornings hackings of loogies with thorny legs-Boo bop bop

My girl sure is weaving me a shroud out of spiderwebs and yellow strands of her hair. She really cares. She is making a colorful dye from mulberries and the tears softened by her eyelashes. A good girl.

NIGHT PUMPKIN

Triangle holes for eyes
candlelight within
cuts through lies
and on a whim
I lowered it over my head
and I could see a distant pyramid
eyes an endless swampland
paradise for flies, strange rich bird calls

Nocturne daylude-requiem shroud mood-personal message from the recently departed-a suit of shed snake skins-nail polish venom scratch brings infection-now flickers down my last candle-now time mutes the final sound-now the flag dissolves in colorful threads that tangle in the branches-I have lain in my bed for several days-And we rush down the streets with strapon beaks-mine smells like apple pie-A great parade, topless girls stand on great vast cakes, confetti cannon blast the air with ticker tape.

Walking in the mall past a donut shop, bright pastels, grey somehow shadowy too, Non-descript people go by in slouches. Odd shops in the center of the hall-Candied paper wasp nests on sticks. Strange spices punctuate the air. I walk by the shops on either side lit with psychedelic neon, rank with strong unknown coffees. And I walk into a used vinyl record store, I thumb through a few dozen records, but the selections here have dwindled without restocking for decades. Anything interesting is long gone. I see there is a curtain of black and red beads in a doorway in the back of the store streaming out of it, like a movie just ended.

I find it hard to believe these complexities. Woven into tapestries. And these beliefs so I take a knee for our convoluted history. give a kiss to misery. Our intentions like confetti in a strong breeze.

Night is coming madness running threw every part of me-crazy signals like feedhack thru the brain veils.

Trees are like hands and they are holding up the sky. Trees are like hands and they are holding up the sky. When they cut them down we are all going to die-Why even bother? Crash into a wall or stick around to watch it fall. Why even bother? Crash into a wall or stick around to watch it fall. And all the King's Men too bloated on rape and cocaine to put it back together again.

Popcorn Goddess-guide me to the other side. I'm not modest. I want to be your bridge. Fuck my dickhole with your clit. Stick it deep inside. Be my Woman I am done roaming. Drink cyanide and stay on the other side.

CROSS THE BRIDGE

Late night late night late night late night. Burn to be on the other side. That's where I'm born to be. Float me on pumpkin tea let the night free me. An endless maze of the afterlife. Over sand dunes of the new dust bowl, I roam as stickers crucify me, crawl across the prairie on my belly like a snake I be. Shed my sins like skins, leaving them blowing in the breeze til caught on the branch of a tree.

Cause in the meadow my soul plays my grave glaze with mayonnaise a humid place, bring your umbilibrella.

There's a beautiful world but you can't have it. There's a beautiful world but you can't have it. Scrape your scabs aftermath. Black sheep deep sleep a wonderful go. Go your not worthy. Fuck your soul-burn it. Fervently. Boot a full world. We shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be here. You don't suk off the priests here. We shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be here. You don't suk off the priests here. Look in the mirror do you see money? You shouldn't be here.

Crunching up all town leaves-Then we smoke them-I am here in the overpass watchin for throw out items-Even the spunk from a used condom provides nutrition-I live mostly off cold hard french fries-and melted ice form thrown out cups-I throw up in allies you will never see-Corporate God have blocked me with this misery-

Does my shroud go with the veil between worlds, or the void beyond? Was I wrong to leave that abandoned meadow where the wildflowers grow all year around? I crossed a withered burnt land-a place that rains ash-Sometimes you got to get when the sun falls in a pit-Late night crow call says it's time to go-

Fnord sauce
talking about the group moss
talking about the stained way those vomit cats play
Fnord sauce and a blindfolded boss, two kittens writhe in his socks
Twinkle wind
talking out
mounted talcum binge
Look at this I can make love
to you or piss its got two uses
so I spent my early days
stuck in the refrigerator
eating mayonnaise
I have a poison ivy heart
I soak all those bones apart
freak go pasta I'm waving
a brand new flag over here
salute it I fought for it, give me imported beer

Go wither in the moist curls
fog uncurled the steam clad wanderer, perfumed fog and we worship a great frog whose tongue snags bats from the air.

When the stars are right I shall spend all the money I've been saving-Dance in a burning shroud alright! I gotta comfy grave to be and it's waiting for me-But first, do my part-Gotta take down Christianity.-You know I'm a Liberal-I got to save the people you see?-You know I'm a Liberal-I got to save the people you see?-And in new order to serve the people-We gotta step on Christianity- say fuck you, Jesus, you never done a thing for me. say fuck you, Jesus, you never done a thing for me-And I say fuck Christianity.

What an odd place for a festival! What an unexpected spot for a carnival. Such an obscure place for a fair. Right here in the middle of nowhere. Gales of wind and no moon to light. So lights provided by electric generators. Electric lights dimly illum a weird site. How many years has this gone on here? Why is my spine tickled by cold fingers of fear? What's going on here? Booths where you shoot live chickens with .22s. Tattoo tents. Slip-on piss the mask the ridge curtains part, reveals your tender smoked filled heart.

I'm feeling way way way way way wasted!
I'm I dreaming? Im not pealing goddess damn! I'm feeling
Way way way wasted burnt n toasted.

roll up the grave and smoke it
Stroll the soul out on parole on a ghost kit
way way way wasted
We can debuild him
Way way way wasted
Why not let him swim
In his own wish is that so wrong?

I'm way way way wasted! I'm way way way wasted!
So cool the cops cuss because I am
in my home doing my own
thing see if you can destroy me
Justify it, amplify it
You need to simply die tonight

Fuck sociopathy economic policy.Fuck you greed kick you in the knees. Bring you down in a violent storm of peace

Old spirit awaken

Old spirit awaken
fake broken priest
as a priest floating in the lake
hands dance stickingout of the water
we watch them spin
and dive til the campfire dies
and the chill winds pull us inside

well, I was arrested for keeping a dream journal. They found it in the hand dug tunnel where it was hidden, with roadkill parts as a lid.

Refugees in Candyland, we wander the game board while above us the sky bleeds its animosity. So the Mime is sewing a shrine two the absent good times. He moans alone while playing a xylophone. The shrines shine interlaced with sparkling bones. A lost thoughts clot, the bottom like rotten pumpkin rinds speak thruth with a tongue dragged through wine.

So I'm living on the rooftop, I shower openly in the water of the pouring rain while flipping off cops. Lounging, scrounging (repeat), after tasting the car additive tainted roadkill meat a forest of clenched fists.

Well hey before I go I just wanted to to know that-
I met her in the grave
she smelled like cloves
she said "Hello' then took off her clothes
My new love dances with antlers strapped to her head. My love shouts manifestos in empty buildings. Then she forgets what she said. My love, she walks with her hand full of glitter. She will never get over her anger at orchestral moisture but at least she's not bitter. Her smile is so warm it tickles the bite out of winter, coaxes the exodus of the splinter. Sneaky fingers on a journey, a bleak witch strapped to a gurney. Wheel her in let's find out what makes her bone marrow shout. Don't tell the hangman my plan. Don't let him know that I'm home. I churn myself to butter in a greasy catfish cape.

Waking up its unsettling to glimpse the thing that pulls the strings while through oiled pipes the steam steams.

Roll bleak bones-Follow the mole flow under the road-Deconstuct my humble abode-I miss your frisks, rubber-gloved hand jobs in the strobe light all night night-Whats up, Cheap trick on my dick and I'll autograph your casket.

Beasts saints painting your portrait beside a broiling sea. All that you need is spread out before me. I know what you are under curled stars. I kick that shit into the sea.

Super lucid fuck kit-Tree tits, filthy mits-Stoned from vaping cleaning fluids-Snorting baby wasps out of they're nests-At midnight, I pound my chest-waiting for the veil, it's coming in the mail, I'm feeling good, but looking frail-Lip up suck your drippy bulk into the maggot train-webbed bliss spritz/disappointment sandwich-Stabbed while napping sack hackers attacking-Selling slack slabbed and fresh from the back of a run down horse-drawn black Cadillac-I've got coffee stains on my testy bumps-Lick my saron wrapped guitar pick and away we jump=Ten million cigarette butts floating in the river, yellow sticky fish meat gonna make you shiver-Hooded one/cinnamon bun, bright black sun-Fag unfurled

Moss fleet go net, surgical bayonet. On this town no sun dare set/Embolded embers dismember the popcorn vendor so now the clock runs backwards/kites kittenfloss edible bra cottage/Roof party half naked,glass beaks tweak forests of measles/Rug burn sieve and learn, it's better to churn out then to parade away-Smoking cobwebs in the corner ozone in the air, a storm is coming-Give You all my love and a bonus tourniquet-=Lobsters with wings think they know everything, she wears a pastel bonnet with a mojo bag strapped to it-A mojo bag made from human skin. It don't know where to begin==Pack up your ketchup and black mold its time to go, Cross the valley of used dental floss-Don't forget your solar powered crow.

Provides a fluoride spray with each cough-Latex sheath protects my tingle beef-Jump off the nearest bridge=Calm the pies of war-Bitch raft pacifist blisters/cracked kiss, moon bone one thin soldier lies a pray-A church made of rolling papers, empty bottles bloat the ditch-tree bark welcome mat hybrid cactus cat freak lamp thin fiddle/Spew what thou wilt

Comb my hair with cactus spines, tie a mind to a pumpkin rind. Slap the clock to bring back time. Chew on ruins foaming founts spew the new. New generations rise but they have dead eyes, all surprise worn out dry. Shave the hide off a valentine.

Strap me to the erectric chair zap me with your pubic hair. Wave your labia in the air like you just don't care. Polyamorous burden cheese, pistols in the piss grove bland band it eats sandpaper nachos. Hold freaks under strobe light beams. All that minds well trends hell. Kelp kiss moisture monitor meadow fellow binge a plastic badge. Grope some dope after work/fondle a dream/bloom in the tomb. Incense burning in the womb-Cry me a liver/cast off bright clothes nacho dance pole/hole up in steam beam/Flask snatch biscuit ranch/torn between the submarine/and the flow storm.

No one loves a nonconformist-son of a bitch who refuses to follow the script-You'll never get rich with your bitch tits kit-And if you don't revel in the glory of the sacred top 40 your a piece of shit No one likes a nonconformist-So slit your wrists/die in a ditch while we work so hard to keep the lie going-Your somewhere alone, brainstorming-It's unfortunate you were ever born-No one accepts a nonconformist you were born off the gift list-When you came around we were pissed-You need to be squeezed out of existence like a zit or a sist.

I've got a plastic reflective smirk smock and I'm aiming it at you, got that dry style kitchen mask, a misty mountain stew. Toss more pills into the kitten furnace wiggle up to these new fab meals-Chedder jazz muted midnight mints sipping warm coffee in the wastelands, Tried to warm it on a rock. My baby got two eyes made out of coal. My baby got an anchovy four a nose. My baby wears tassels has nipples and modern sense of a velvet vest.

Oh yes, she's my biscuit baby
Apply my gravy
Only she sweet light brown
Crust can save me
She's a twinkle in my wind, a
Filmstrip of high speed zen-
So gotta fondle her in the grotto
When I stare lustfully at her tits
her nipples get hard I want to lick
Her mons in my backyard
And she's knitting me a kilt
out of spiderweb silk her
curtains two paradice sure are nice
want to hold her warmth up to me
And when she's away I want some way
to feel her warmth remotely

I like to parade around in her coat
when she's cough and bloated
I'm a wire of foam all soaked in sin

I used to be strung-out. Strung out back then I hung out. Hung in the high cornfield. It wasn't my field but I would steal some ears. I was fascinated, the place was bigger than the acreage stated, a expanded space and kinda eerie. I swear by my soul I heard something walking between the rows. And sometimes , yes while drunk out of my mind, but I would find human teeth among the corn, or I would hear strange chanting.

When I was a child farmers still burned corn Men as part of the end of harvest celebration. My drunken ugly Uncle would smirk with ghoulish joy telling me all about how they would once actually burn a boy this same way. In the good old days before the faggot liberal government put a stop to it, he liked to hint that next year they are bringing it back and I have been pre-selected to be burnt.

I remember a childhood nightmare where I was playing in the corn field on a gloomy windy day. I kept hearing this sound somewhere between human and animal. But the sound was party drowned out by the leaves rippling in the breeze. A sound like a insect scratch.

Corn grows best when fed with blood-Chest high blood jugs anoit the seeded field, young Men's ejaculation energizes the seeded ground. The sound of the keening and screaming of tortured enemies captured from nearby towns feed the seeds. It gently vibrates them out of their husks.