stalk
10-12-2008, 02:20 PM
I can never, ever forget
how haunting and ghastly you are.
((the soul washed, passed through a golden cathedral))
I just looked at George Bush, and saw him in that swarming sea and could see everything...his tired, manipulated, lying eyes. Gurgling with a halo of dark clouds surround...The truth in that faulty bookshelf behind the suit. A flag dying like a plant growing through the cracks of a rancid street.
Skull, a hexagonal hive, eyes, like killer bees. There is something that stands between us...something erected out of fear of us. We showed you. 1776.
You look dead. Gaping. You are not the nautilus. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Not just the puppet, but he who has truly mastered epitome's evil spreads through the beings like a wildfire in fast forward; some perverted dance of death Broadcasted directly into cortexual wrinkles.
Does every planet homb become a slave propelling denatured masochist bastards into outer space?
Sheering through a mandelbrot set,
I pray for the death of you. I ask imaginary spirits to withdraw your soul in the night. What a glorious morning.
At war with the universe.
Terrain, technology.
Bullets in the heads, please minute men emerge. (Then Microwaved)
the dying monkeys sizzling in Teflon coated television living room frying pans.
I call upon the drunken friends of the forefathers bones for protection,
but it will do us no good.
I will continue to do the rain dance under chemtrailed firmament.
October twelfth 2008AD illusion.
how haunting and ghastly you are.
((the soul washed, passed through a golden cathedral))
I just looked at George Bush, and saw him in that swarming sea and could see everything...his tired, manipulated, lying eyes. Gurgling with a halo of dark clouds surround...The truth in that faulty bookshelf behind the suit. A flag dying like a plant growing through the cracks of a rancid street.
Skull, a hexagonal hive, eyes, like killer bees. There is something that stands between us...something erected out of fear of us. We showed you. 1776.
You look dead. Gaping. You are not the nautilus. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Not just the puppet, but he who has truly mastered epitome's evil spreads through the beings like a wildfire in fast forward; some perverted dance of death Broadcasted directly into cortexual wrinkles.
Does every planet homb become a slave propelling denatured masochist bastards into outer space?
Sheering through a mandelbrot set,
I pray for the death of you. I ask imaginary spirits to withdraw your soul in the night. What a glorious morning.
At war with the universe.
Terrain, technology.
Bullets in the heads, please minute men emerge. (Then Microwaved)
the dying monkeys sizzling in Teflon coated television living room frying pans.
I call upon the drunken friends of the forefathers bones for protection,
but it will do us no good.
I will continue to do the rain dance under chemtrailed firmament.
October twelfth 2008AD illusion.