The BLACKOUT PAPERS

The BLACKOUT PAPERS

Go steal a copy from a national chain. I get cigarette money for all books not returned to the warehouse. You can download much of the now outlawed Andrew McFing material from this time period on the Outernet.The orignal pictures that McFing drew can mostly be downloaded there as well as the many pages of material that may or may not be acutal Blackout paper material. Lots of copycat authors popped up several months after the first volume came out, and a stoned panel of judges must now decide which papers are the real thing.

off I'm lost can't bear to tear myself, off along among no elves, no shattered streets below, froth, froth, all is lost. My mind in wine, play back the time. My mind is vodka, odd and off to yah. My brain in flame, the pain I blame.

we were bairn. barenic. no, er, know if you are reading my words, you are adopting my memes and they will echo out of you and this is my dark secret.

(well of course I'm reading these words... why not say "As you are reading my words you are..." - unless this is more deliberate NLP trickery)

   Part one, the mostly burned notebook found in the ditch on 13th street:

Shiver dog tick cluster poor stray, sleeps in hay, so far away. Full of ticks dumped out in the sticks, holwing the night away. We pull out hundreds of ticks but never getting them soon forgetting them, dog whines as our truck pulls away,

Quarter Mass freak ass, tunes at the party. Drift fumes, raccoons draws midget double take, brothlustbeer spindles shine me I'm wine laced with mountain dew. Pubys on other planets, roofs of clam clusters, endless sidewalk in the rain. Boxed up, the city full of tall trucks. Jocks amok, candy spittle rattle for the adder-all.

Beams sweaty steam rocks. Interesting trash icons in the alley. A million drink frenzied nights, we foam to the stars , forget what we have done. We burn the sun, we drink everyone, lights exhale, peace now in throbbing fields. Moonlight wine, morning piss in a lofty satin basin. Flasks of cash, no answers , vulture baskets happy biscuits, kitten furnace, nipples on crows. Dodge this meat binge, The tunnel bills.

Wrinkled Tarot folders, emreo the rain, it glows like the phone, wind smear nasty levels. Hairy whiskey beams-Carnival of foaming focus, never under a better forever.

Ditch frost gloom, this bitter world. Find the holes all frozen, hide stuff there. Soft hidaway , chewy ghosts, frisk the chill. Caught numb, locked out again cold hate night. Middle of the road, the bloated grave bellys. Slosh wet embrace. mid-slumber, wake up puking, frost in the sun. Wake up in the words I have been, empty landscape.

Fist fear evening plummet, rays of delight cascade , now blind, now alone, now naked by the silent phone.

Souls reside in the black pool at the end of the room. They grow meat bodies , and are processed by the torture beings. Then they are burned in the ultra-rot ovens of the ultimate funeral death.

Ditch witch, small oily rivers, bouncing slams. Smoking ghosts of the highways. Older times speak thru smoke. Puma wheels, madness spreads from within, fear the eyes of rage.

Flesh broth, streets torn and faded, all is lost. The skin end bones stray dog lays down to finally die alone.

Slip bent candy shack, toys in prison. Dolls burn in protest, -UNREADABLE- , sleek meat, pluck out my soul.

Fishnet babes, skin exposed thru squares, lick it here and there , bite through the net. Fishnet shirt with nipples out, it rubs em hard as she walks about.

Jealous flames jagged brains, walk now to end it off, walk naked in the rain. Musk gloom, ermine fumes, for smoke billows over the river.

My balls fill with seman till they outsize my head. I weave through the traffic, blind drunk and still not dead.

Sadist soda, razor cola, brings blood clots to the surface, brings the bats, the waitress, the traitors.

Trashed fall fall and crawl under the cold spell all is hell brings shakes , teeth clacks during naps, bring pure crystal hate

Doomsday sandwich. Glide skys sunrise with bloodshot eyes. Cold gets in, no friend I will die during the wintertime.

chocolate slave cakes.

We see zeros, loose our souls behind the couch, gone before dawn.

Satin obstacles, bemoan the headache dawn. Broken fingers do the crawling.

Chainsuck brittle kittens. Spittle spa, spit bath aftermath.

Undersoul, foot bridge sainted malted mollusk.

Hunger under the stars I could eat till I split, -UNREADABLE- in everything. No energy, this entrophy strangles me , I'll eat a tree. Eating snow while vizualizing pudding. I shall curl up and lock, the stars form into sandwitches to mock me.

Another bottle , in front of me, smooth cool glass, sweats beads of joy that flank down the beer and gather incircling the bottle. When the cap pops off the world is better. The times are better my favorite cheese is chedder. That primal feeling when the suds hit the skull. The happy rich days , I lay in the hall caressing the silly smooth bottle, warming it with my hands.

Pluck it, puppet, find a muppet and fuck it. Fuck this, brown bliss, mircowavable beer.

Biscuit mornings , cold face wash in kansas- Caffine Christ , soneic pizza. Sink into the shadow head frost webburst lucid dinner.

Under the bridge we can focus, the darkly troll den, the graffetti older than me/history. The slam marks, the violet jizz, the wasted places, rubbing up on the surface of creation.

Becoming the dog, the lion, roar, growl,pleasure and strength fill me up with a wonderfull madness, connect to the everything. Roar this cat , eat rats, fuck the world cats eat bats.

  Part Two: A mostly burned page found stuffed into a out of order soda machine.

Eternal or maybe applied to the random till we die. Through infinite worlds around. Stop now chocolate shatter the hits the floor. Unrest tormoil and fuck, This was it badly. The starfish had to walk around, arises in response to My Sombrero. Piss delivered down the middle tasted like shit Dark times are coming. Am a bit sick during sex. Sip a beer Shiver dog. The imposter trying to is lurking here. The warehouse produces a remote control for you people killing me. To each, chaos helped prevent mass starvation virgin. Bright Half Moon, with stimpy will ellevate you. Isn't a system of questions for Argentinian Anarchist blood flows through manipulated bigotry. Where the fuck is the Dildo mask?

  Part Three: The Party house papers

Biscuitscape, lean into disaster, pop up panic blankets. Cigerettes from a earlier age. Coffen take out, alley for answers, sleep behind the strip joint. Eat my throbbing dreams pour out of my head, like coiling spiraling insence. Syrup cherub, carrots bare it, focus loads of strip shows, unload the muzzle floats the extreme teens in suited gloats. Taste this night, masterbating in a hay loft, feeling this vertigo world spin by, carve midgets out of a tree stump, hump the vary air itself. PIckle flung, land over ocean, over the mists of nowhere. Topless cheese implants. Rip apart the mind of hate, eat it's brains, suck up the pain like oozing noodles, help destroy the human race by doing nothing to save it. Solo group hug, group isolation.

Lick this river froth, gome home in termoil to the lives of the midgets. The fury of the torn holes. Brood tubes, strain the alleyware. Build comfy leech beams so try a road for fevers. Fury fashion, vegitable hides, turn the faith out, breezes towards turtle drips, the newer views, the candles of the kind. Skip turns, -UNDREADABLE- for burns, twilight in the field, love grows, naked toes absorb morning dew in a vast run.

Nasel razors, dismantled pagers, a farm of arms and alarms. The cakes bake themselves the cow blocks moo on frefregerated shelves, all is all, all is so fucking well.

Boneless ponys graze for lime cheese in the meadow. The fishers cast they're rods before swine. Buckets of turtles are transported portwards. The angels of meat, the greased rainbow the center of the clock. Chive dip for bone marrow , a malted mall to roam, next stop, the gloom room. Cut your milk, switch on dreams, mirrors in the line, the escaping jello, smooth gloats. More ask the crows, they hisper and wisp accross the sleeper's floor. More and more the crows implore.

Milky mirror, see the shineing streets. Wear a vest made of meat. Fondle the dawn, stretch and -UNREADABLE- go out for a bite.

Tolls tone true undead deep blue old spirit awaken fake broken snake

   Part Four: The journal found in a graveyard

Wild buds, hunters of the midnight. Boxes full of losses. Biscuit train-ride, the other one without a lasting sun. Baking muffins on the grill, none of this is real. I spent the dawn now forever night lingers on. Paranoic applefuck, sleeping against the cinders-dizzy. Shanghai, dirty pie, poke my eyes, tell me lies. Younger bums, slap em, have slinky fun. Train bath, porredge of the dripping reason, mad folds, cucumber chamber. Pickles frisk holes, corn unborn, legs binge pay, photos snapped, then a nap, as a mutter of fact.

Bad day at the meat company. Cross-stitch leave murmer over the concrete steps. Entering the underpass-out. Warm nap in a sudsy bathttub, slipping under the water to drown in dream paralisis.

Frisk the rivers, the cold changes, binges with eagles. Pretty sleep, smoothed skin in the theta tunnel.Bruised ego, push back burning fence posts, cruel redneck howls in the night. Bunny wedges, feather village. Back to the october farm, back to the abuse the anguish of children, just take it they used to tell me when I was little, whenever someone abuses you, just take it, it's wrong to fight back.

In hell, none is well born then fell nothing shy of want to die and take out this world as well drink death choke and convulse but death is a lie a endless wait just to start the shit again life-death-rebirth fuck it all!

   Naked in a see-through shirt

Dust brutal benches, biscuit alarm puppet. Finger-pangs. My photec-hoe down. Bend down the street. Sponge shirt. Catapiller dirges, sonic leaves bloom in sky. Priest eyes stick to asses. Bold priestess, howls with hammers in her hair. Shadey glitter porch dimension, night cigerette.

Black out strung out, float like a kite. Reality sandwitches, low bandwidth, take a flailing bite.

Tone up squirrerl gadgets, teflon masks, screen doors handstyle. Hair bait, hard nips, shakey car ride.

Hump station, we stick together afterwards. Moon bait, whank gate. Special dog sniffing drugs, coke finds canines, puts em to sleep. Stain menu, toxic hearts in sex gloss cogs clowns.

Under the heart, a concrete spiral stairway, a keyhole floating in the air, a smile waiting to be unlocked. Spegetti folds, cold cranks. Hand jobs in hell. Breath light, exhale smoke, sleep folded into a knott, hidden outback away from phones alarms, and knocks.

Constantino hammacks shred those who rest, blood hound alarm clocks follow you, awaiting with ringing ambush the moment that you sleep.

So we go to town wearing only gravey, lick me naked clean, yes save me, pave the way for me to be happy, blow me.

I sleep riding the backs of many turtles, sleep a few minutes which is not allowed at all.

Bent from hell, katsup stubbs. Burger flats. Oceanheart, feather rest. Dirt funnel.

  Part Five: Pages found through out the grounds of Unruh Manor

Unknown muffins. Spider clock, winter wilts stranded duck. Feral dims, lost wristwatch. Middle rugs, bacon path. Terrible mission strength in devision. Varnished ducks clasp your answers in an envelope.

Onward biscuits, glowstick nightgown. Pizza bracelets, frozen chedder pops. Flaccid pies on evening's window cill. Smokey fingers. Beaks against barriers, birds as saviors. A web of bird nest material stretches for miles, incorporates our bones. Warm porn, pink storm, balony pony riding through a tangle of fingers. Midget inflicted cusps of caramel carnedge. Edges for dinner. Friends remember phobic focus, dangles of the meadows. Harvest fluids we move you.

Dead tummy still writhes, dead thoughs festor bloat like a green gas, dead mask.

Chilled boners, phone calls, blue balls.Teased to perfection.

Fixtures from beyond, squirrels parade on the lawn. Foam amongst the stars, armies composed of silk, distant future milk. Grope doctors, siamease pliers, forlorn green meadows. Midget tax, frozen moods, red batch. Dizzy answers, star meade.

Life is vomit spoiling in a swollen ditch, deflated happy faces. The barn burns, our tears freeze inside us.

Dream flippers, resin stand. Biscuits avenue. Joy powder lined up to swallow with your nose.

Fuckers up, the bad growls. My meadow lays frozen go zen playpen.

Bent badger bladders bathe, grumble, eats the police. Tomb rippers, gives me a ancient pen.

All is fucked. Tone resin, maggot bridge globe, frosted over and over again.

Brilliant doses, branded bandits. Time is tired, it stops when it rests. Brings porn, brings inflatable sex, what's next? USB pussy, touch screen breasts, chilled energy pops, pourable bacon.