Old Piece of Writing

Called Lyric Step 1-I just finished a recording of it-might work on putting some instrumental with vocals...Time will tell-in the mean time, check it out.

Laugh out loud- I heart this carcass
She texted on her phone as her eyes gave a groan
Specks on her clone want her to cry and hone
The sucking skills
So fucking ill
Every verb and word must have leprosy
It’s absurd the curve that I’ve made
now that you’ve set me free
My body is a vessel of self-expression
Of haughtiness and hard-learned lessons
Of dabbling defenses and random slips of depression
So lets stand them, and man them up
So they can comprehend the end is a decomposing vine and not divine or a sign of a new rewarding staircase to climb
Haha! You cringe at the futility, but I laugh and flick it off
And I’ll sob behind the jaded lies just like you
Lust like you
We’re all the same crane tearing at our chicks, stripping a width of flesh as we encircle our minds with mesh that tears out our verbal skills
Herbal thrills is what I prescribe for you my friend
Lets tell tales of tragic turns in which a man had a sexual burn so he put it out
By making-her put out
Saying the word bitch makes you a misogynist
What about ass, shit, and fuck or are those too erogenous
Too open to interpretation
Excuse me as I pop the fuck out of your ego’s inflation
Because if it’s not overblown then it’s not intriguing
Which is why I’m sighing happily as you’re leaving
Get on board or get nailed to it

Music, etc.

So-said album was half done, with the first CD of two complete. But being me, I went back and scrapped about eight songs which I'm likely going to replace- but fortunately I've already figured out the general tone and concept on the second CD and have figured out a couple songs for it thus far, and my friend said his label would distribute my music and so on as well. Between work, music, and school it's been exciting past couple of months. Although writing and music have esentially taken over my interests, I'm still psyched about my art class this upcoming semester.


More Later!

Work

Iconic grasp of the situation drowned in tonic to numb the negligent ferries that crush all of the seal-infants that flap throw through the riptides that grow impatient in the bay a a captain barks orders in a long-tongue obsolete with former-cow skin tanned warming his feet

To Be Expected

Infestations
of the highest caliber puncture the security and make homes in nestled mud dwellings of a deliberately lost land constructed from scratch of lead-- bankruptcy--as the mentally ill wrestle with bombs that obstinately refuse to defuse and complain in absentia.

Amalgamate

Ear burns and face tilts
Accompanied by laughing scars
That twirl through concave fabric inhaling tones

Ripple

The collective carcass of the heartless desecrates a solid lake of gold and lambent whispers

Demi-Monde

The jetset underworld of France
Is an impulsive churning burn of chance
Everyone's throbbing in a robbing trance
Dance
about rationale
Everyone's swimming in spinal canals
of the Grade A on the grind
searching while lurching- don't make up your mind
dedication is sedation-caked up and blind
stumbling while mumbling within decadence divine
Objectify to simplify
the constant stream will nullify
all that you mean to glorify
Make sure to deny the whores their eyes