Plush Matrix

We know how you work, mangy flirt. Blinking your eyes, fixing your hair. When there's nothing to fix there! 


I can smell and touch it alike. Fluctuating acknowledgement of relevance. Look at me, at me like I'm a killer! If you look at me at all.

Look at me. Not your shoes. Not your hair. 


Your mind shushed your lips, but I can tell I'm deep in the pits of your mind and your eyes converse with mine all the time. Because women are forever walking the tightrope of maturity and integrity. 

To Harlem

Step on to the train, so that I can travel to your lips. Your dragon's tooth in hand, I travel from seclusion to your kiss.


Peak for a moment, I see your eyes closed. And the bridge of your nose; the world that handed me rejection, has been replaced... by your face.


You offer escape.

Twisting in the Scent

Entering this dark jungle; an abyss where its core should have been. Its animals let out a cry, their eyes closed, but they've been to the slaughterhouse before. A dirty love, found by many a dirty mate. But I find its more than petty bestiality. I'll never know if we love each other. Those eyes could mean hate.


Twisting in the scent, I long for your black eyes. Twisting in the scent, your maw in my mouth.


They say they never desert you, but it could go either way. Are men always the obscene, or is the beast also to blame? A whelp, a whine, who is getting the satisfaction? Is it anymore than animal attraction? Or does it mean something?


Twisting in the scent, I long for your black eyes. Twisting in the scent, your maw in my mouth.

Lets be Halals!

I said "I will see you again", She said "When baby, when baby, when?!" When I finish my job, complete my mission. She said "when will that be?!" I said "When I die, you'll see!" She said "lets make you eternity."


We'll be together. Your watertruck can't quench my desire, my will alone can devour planets. We arent your kids in a pen, we are gods amongst men.


I told her to spread the word around. That I'd now be wearing the crown. Of the youths who burned long ago. She said "you're not invincible, you know." I said "I'm pretty close though!". The only steel that can slice me is mine.


We'll be together.

So you've gathered all seven?

Lets see, how far we could be from the truth. I'll pull out your air, you'll tug on my underwear. You're eyes will scream, you're not letting them breathe. Pain falls under lust, I'm maid to clean out the dust.

No more chances, I'm tired of doing rain-dances. I'll fly you high, there'll be no one to watch you die. And I will run, the slave chariot burnt from the sun. I'll take no one, whisk away, won't sire a son.

Single Spike Stitches

Your face, your eyes, you hair, I stare at you pleasant and austere. To lie in your penultimate wake, is what I'd do on a Wednesday weekend. The goldenesque rays mute down on the man. Harbinger of fire who has a plan. To unite the cubes as one. Can't flippin find one!

Sheepshead Bay (Poem)

I've made up my mind. No more wasting time. Took every test, now laying to rest in the hole that I call home. I dug it, over those months when everybody was friends. But, particularly years ago. Before I had a canvas. Before a single baby preventer. When I was a baby. With an ounce of hope. A hopeful soul is a dead one. In my life I've only gotten some rest once. I've lost my boyish naivety, so why wont they leave me? Its took my in-laws light, to show me that I'm a knight. To someone out there, near me hopefully. If not I can always join the club, and cause a ruckus before I club, my life away with a needle in a white hay stack.

The Basilisk

So you're just gonna sit there, as i spout my nonsense. Its as if nothings serious when it is really serious. But Whoa ho ho, i am the Basilisk war mongering in persia. I shunned u for no reason. Just as a reciprocate. Would it make it better? If i joined the leagues of the quiet.. i'd be that guy u screwed over to make u a better person. So you're just gonna sit there, with those eyes you've borrowed from some movie. The pollen falls slowly onto your hair, your beautiful hair. No wait dont distract me (primal screams)! I'm on point, you're not. I hate when you dont take the offensive. Make me feel bad, for something you did. Would it make it better if I joined the leagues of the quiet? I'd be that guy you screwed over. To make you a better person.

DualShock Controller

I scream and scream and scream and get no answer. I hope to get rid of this wretched cancer. I think I need to hire a necromancer. To unearth the alpha in me. And I'm tired of playing alone in this next gen game. Cuz she's so close. She's completed this campaign long b4. Does she know i'm ranked alpha? Turn on and on and on but teh lights dont flicker. I swore that i'd have her home for dinner. But theres one controller in the dock, and the lights grow dimmer. Damn i forgot my promise. Man i forgot my promise. Well i'm gonna be playen alone in this next gen game. Cuz they're all 3 feet. I think i deserve better than a bore. Do they know i'm ranked alpha, alpha?!  Well i'm gonna be playen alone in this next gen game. Cuz they're all 3 feet. I think i deserve better than a whore. Dont they know im ranked alpha? NOW IM GONNA BE PLAYEN ALONE IN THIS NEXT GAME, CUZ THEY'RE ALL 3 FEET! I THINK I DESERVE BETTER THAN A WHORE. DO THEY KNOW I"M RANKED ALPHA?

Bloody, Painful Amputations while Playing with War

Its my turn. To play with him. Lets play ourselves. Versus everyone else.

Indie Kids Euology

I. Want. To be young. Young. Forever. Too.

IAP

There'a nothing more better than intelligent and attractive people. Who love music. And can think for themselves. Nebulous conversations. Sitting on the corner like old gangsters. Sipping on w.e we can afford. Gnawing on love. Mature enough to tell them u love them. Mature enough to see them naked. All you need is love. I love my friends. they dont exert me. We put out our minds together, and make love on occasion. 

Swagmaster Sandwich Music

http://soundcloud.com/ssfr listen to the death of old pieces of skin

It haunts your mind. Ive appreciated this since 7th grade

I am Caligula. Glutton of gluttons. Man over woman. Man of all women. The whore of all man. And I'm not ashamed to admit It's not enough to say that I love all of you. And I'm aroused at your lying. We are ok In a misguided sadist way.  We are okay. In a disabled veteran's way. We are okay. She could not ever begin to imagine. The terrible engine mind. It haunts her mind. Family of five. The engine mind. I dine with wolves again. I travel with thieves again. And I, what did I teach you? What did I teach you? You're lying, you're lying. We are ok. In a misguided sadist way. We are ok. In a disabled veteran way. We are ok. So don't confuse why we put you here. Or your automation for individuality. A notch on my belt is how you shall exist. A notch on my bedpost is how you shall exist. No more, no less for the greater good.
That's you, American womanhood.

Respect

I think people should respect you if you respect them. Even if we are friends.