Note to Nothingness

Synecdoche / New York - Sammy reminds Caden 'bout his pill and i get reminded of mine and swallow it with stolen disposable glass. The recession can be hard on plastic too, I get to know.
"I never knew life was so complex before i met you," she weeps.
Well that's how life translates to me. Every man has got a Sammy - the gaunt translator sitting in you. Mine revels in complexity and i just play the part.
"Don't think so much," she pleads.
Well, thinking is what we do 'cause we got the burden of the sixth sense.
"Why can't you be like everyone else".
How can i change and still be me? If I can't be me then am I really alive?
How many of these people around me are really alive(unchanged)?
Sometimes u wish you could think simple. I've got the ThinkSimpleNot syndrome.
I could use a warehouse to house the synecdoche that would house me - a simple me. I'll just sit and watch...unthinking, as life reveals itself on SIMPLE fuckin' terms.
I go back to the pill that spawned this note.
Touche

Z

This shit ain't right!
And I got no idea what shit is right.
Relentless seige of my senses ' n im sick of trying to keep the damn beasts under control.
Goddamned Z meditation 'n shit ! Trying to prey of poor suckers' misery.
Why the fuck do we feel this way in the first place, why don't them content motherfuckers be forced to swallow this Z shit.
Detachment my ass. On top of all the crap u havta be content with...you gotta keep shit under control too. Up yours - you preacher ass motherfuckers.
And if you're readin' this ... i'm sorry i ain't got no fukkin' disclaimers to save your soul and beware of the Z bastards tryin' to jump you and kick-start shit.

Interpreter of Lies

Another dawn with its sense of foreboding 'n wakeful tedium.
"it's time to get away, it's time to get away from Youu" - for how long and from how many...
I got two of me trying to run away from the 'core' me: like the experiment with the horses 'n the canonball or some shit. The fact is : im goin' nowhere.
Lies damned lies, a godamn swarm, a plague - breeding, thriving, copulating in me.
A witless, unwilling interpreter of lies - a head full of this shit - classified, filed away and fukkin tongue-printed (not to forget the mugshots of lying expressions).

An incredibly lucid moment ... THE moment of clarity.

Wishfull thinking, as always - its as murky as ever.

An endless plod ...
Flop-flop floppety flop
Little toad webs on wet fops
Ribbit..Ribbit

ramBLING

Succor - a moment's - a day's - a lifetime's.

Laterite days...these

Slow rotting 'n colorless

Indie fantasies pourin' in thro' holes in my head, doin' a slow burn - end vapors

Willful digressions goin' everywhere / nowhere

Wishin' i were the belch

4Th Wall

Gibson breaks the fourth wall "What the fuck have u been doing lately" - says he...

I gape !!

Like someone stole my innocuous lil wet-dream 'n blew it up, quite literally.

Now that i got the goosebumps - i contemplate "What the fuck have i been doing lately".

I'm the omnipresent office drone allright...'n there's no Brotherhood.

Deed

Hatedom...

Im shittin' on the damn shrink's couch.

Depravity spells the hour.

When clips dont work u gotta run fukkin razor blades thro 'em.

Waiting Room / Gloom

A defining moment in waiting... an indulgence in eternity, and a tap in my head spewing the drip-drop philosophy.A tune drags its way across me - words in tow... words beyond comprehension but somehow with "the" meaning that throbs within.If only this was still the age of matyrdom, this void would cease to be...but there are no more causes...and no more losses that inherit immortality.

Benign clot stretched to a lifetime...

The hands go round n round...

Deep Throat and Deeper shit (Parasite land)

"You goddamn right i did" - that's Jack Nicholson sneering at you...fukkin Code red or not... it doesnt matter here...but i just wanna say it to the next bum i meet... just drag the poor bastard up and bark "You goddamn right i did " and before it sinks in, bark again for better measure.
The heat and the damn rain...and my grey shit upstairs is gettin' as messy as the damn roads.
Perpetual insanity is the state of mind, body ,soul and the deep throat.
Deep throat - the world of Linda Lovelace, Harry Reems, Damiano , niXon, the mob , the moralists and not the least of all the omnipotent clit in the throat - im giddy with the implausibility of it all.
The Garden of Eden's little gift might just turn out to be the undoing of mankind after all. There are problems, coz there are people and there are people, coz there's sex - a blunt way to put it, but facts are blunt aren't they ?? Every damn religion, there is, preaches freedom from the cycle of birth and death in some way or the other. The so-called purveyors of religious deliverance are all celibate so to speak !! Are we so fuckin' dumb to miss the point.
Nuclear warheads, global warming , terrorism and the damn deep throat - no, these aren't the things we should be running away from, but ourselves. Everything and everybody is a parasite, and parasites are no good to anybody. So the next time you start whining about the state of mother-earth, it is because YOU are in it. Lets stop putting more parasites here and leave the fornication to the damn roaches. Extinction is inevitable, extinction is the way of life and ExtinctioN is the damn homecoming.
Home...

P's AnaTomy AnD OtHeR triPe

Some kind of scene this...
An urgent urge to get things in shape and an even stronger tide against it.

All's not lost ... like the alchemist said - "Look for the signs"...
This moment here, if its a "sign" of things to come I'd rather have the damn gold-turner eat his freakin' signs.

Purpose the damn P word keeps poppin' up every now 'n then-a goddamn milestone - a vestige. What bout these two legged freaks around me, dont't they get the P scare??? or are they so lost in their clammy selves that they don't know bout it.

Wish they had VISAs to get into this damn world - imagine a snotty bum sittin' in a womb askin' you "purpose of visit ?" ...i'd be glad to go "Duh" 'n get my ass kicked back to wherever apart from this damn place. I'd sure love to live to see a not too distant dystopian future 'n kick P at the damn teeth.

Now the tripe (Inspired by a certain dead air space)...
Burn your limbs ,airborne - ashborne
She sits on creaky springs 'n she's got a little trick up her scaly digits...

100 fables 'n more to come... my paradise... a painted scene...the smell of aged paper... my lost space

You're all i need... you're all i need... My shoe's got a lace... a sweat stain...

Clamor for rags ... riches are in place
The minute creaks - a dead hour - orbit"houry"
Little alley's got a corpse, the flashbulb's on its way

tripe's my gripe ...a night so ripe
A rhyme ... I rhyme - a mime past prime

Yea that does it... stretch a shtick a bit... n u got damn nooses coming your way

Here's Sinning out
P

DoG SuMmeR DayS... NeverMinD

The damn dick-sucking on the dais has reached a crescendo...You wanna see someone strip down to the prick, just put the motherfucker on a dais. Add a dash of slit eyes, silver-screen super stars, a goddamn politicking corpse with goggles 'n the inevitable dash of bitches - serve it up ! i got my damn purgatives in place.
Nothin' works, nothin' wants to fuckin' work 'n im in the middle ...'n all the shit goes around in orbits...the galaxy, the motherfuckin' universe of shit.
"I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
And I have a light
The day is done
And I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy"
The head that bore these lines had to end with a damn bullet in it.
27 years of pickled existence 'n thats what u gotta show for it...a damn bullet 'n pieces of dead brain.
RIP - Cobain ... atleast u had 'em damn lines to leave behind.
I seen more suns 'n got shit to show. I could use a damn shovel.Circle of life : well i've seen 'em damn circles ...each one smaller...
a damn downward spiral...'n i ain't stickin no hand out - the finger it will be.
Goddamn hot dog days ...

moroSe

Enlightenment isn't always...well...there are no damn halos at the end of it...
But it explains a runaway nerve and yes the impending dooom of a fresh start...
A fresh start in the face of all this pointlessness !!!
A fresh start !! A NEW FUKKIN BEGINNING !!???
Well..there's just one beginning and then there are the damn ends.
"HOPE" the happy bedfellow and the dead years - the fukkin Butch Casidy and Sundance Kid for all ages.
Come to think of it "people" are the fukkin plague - ur whole fukkin life is measured and endorsed by "people" and when u die n lie in a hole, what remains is what them damn "people" think of you...yea thats what - mere damn heresy!
Newton's theory of Relativity isn't 'bout apples n gravity (or was it ??...well none of 'em are around so to hell with it), but bout people, n a whole damn life lived relative to them.
Well im Newton now...'n im eatin' my apples