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| bleed what do I why do I holy hell bleed. what do I why do I sever this tender reed? what do I why do I holy hell bleed. this is what this is why holy hell I need. FREE - FREE - FREE - free of me... GJK 1NOV00 driven 'be driven' I heard him say one day as he was getting high - another occasion brought the words 'be far beyond driven' to his lips... he said that at a bar just before he fell off his stool. - why should I listen to his spontaneous vacuous drivel? - why should I heed a hypocrite who doesn't have the sense to listen to himself? so I say I'll be driven when I'm driven to it by whatever force that takes hold. I'll be far beyond driven when I deliberately choose a cause that I would die for. is that driven enough, punk? is that radical enough? is that insane enough you self-loathing schmuck? ...thought so. GJK 1JAN01 naked light bulbs hendrix hobo guitar blues: everybody's smokin' cigarettes the coffee's gettin' stale but we're still sippin' slippin' slip-slidin' into the gutter of midnight rumble train in the distance starlight smiles grimey grin din of freight passing by this one stoplight town the diner frowns at the dirt tracked in by passers-through, gurus searching for emptiness often find it here the ceiling sags down on the hazy blue-smoke atmosphere of complacence, conversations stagnant like the wind. coughs staccata puncuate the malaise flickering light strobing bright irritation to the eye, sparse oxygen evades dirty lungs ashtray flung to the floor announces the disgruntled exit. GJK 29MAR00 heroin. wet my desire - hone the knife ready the flesh soak in the death. heroin. slake my thirst i burst for another fix always hoping it will be as good as the first -- never is. heroin. bleeding green i wonder what venus looks like up close. - why are the dandelions mocking me - heroin. wrap the strap grapple with the spoon create fire yet again. heroin. a bitch of insurmountable proportion. heroin. a fool's misfortune. GJK 1JAN01 come on in welcome to my personal hell how about a guided tour. over here we have the Rabid Dog Depression. he likes to steal sanity, security, and peace. he sh*ts on hope, he drools pessimism and when you walk him he always lead you to the edge of a cliff. and here's the Spectre of Chemical Dependancy! he likes to lure unfortunates in with promises of euphoric revelation, of instant gratification, but you see he is a liar. the Spectre hates everyone, he rages after death. here is Disappointment, a gray puddle under a gray sky the tears of all my days my fears my thoughts that i'll never get what i want. and this - this is the Wild Wolf Anxiety. he likes to feed on the bones of those who fall from Depression's cliff. just when you think you can raise your shattered body along comes the Wolf to suck the marrow from you. - perhaps i shouldn't show you the rest... aren't you glad to have met these, my companions in my personal hell. GJK 22JAN01 stoned falling into a place of danger disguised as euphoria... mind drifting like smoke recalling history and the days of old stoned glory... experience embraced and no shame follows until the next day when i'm stoned by my fastidious conscience. i prefer the blamelessness of yesterday - i didn't want this beating (though i asked for it) i didn't want to be stoned again i don't need the abuse. GJK 31AUG00 maelstrom methodology droppin top hat neon orange is it plastic? is it blood? are you. . . spilled upper lip tongue depressor saggitarius godless man gone down visage torn search those outer edge words twist the battle cat attack the black jack jap flap jack flak jacket jack sack smack too many brain cells to destroy grab too much power gotta ride it out gotta try not to die blue stop light orange tail light flat black swirl bottle up a dream mother****er strangle house acid haus my name is maus cross a line kiss the death OM tonight slash pick axe god'am Maus 2001
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| void of hell i was attacked by a demon last night in a dream. it was lust. sucked into a void of hell and sex and ***k i'm a worm i squirm into crevasses meant only for the dead. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! writhe - try to wake bowels melt unseen force crashing shelves breaking bones thrash IT'S REAL i feel something end, something undone. GJK 9FEB01
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