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can this be more than it is i'm just waiting for your kiss heavily wading through truth and bliss when will you deliver this clutching your fingers around my spine pitiful union of truth and lies please give me your will to live have faith in me for i will give panic is all and all is insane what universe spawned my belittled brain take me from this my dear pain for my love i cant contain poison my veins neuron by neuron im learning your name so go lover burn on can this be more than it is i'm just waiting for your kiss trust in me and fall with fists into that darkening abyss in the end we are so in the end we are so ind

well i took a man's words on winter and dyed myself in the arms of a stranger if astral projection's so easy for you why can't i remember what i should see through? i want a piece of me to grow in your brain so when in find you, i can find my peace too and we'll sing together in your heavenly blue i hope you remember the hell that god put me through i only see shadows of your friends where my train station ends this birthday its clear that nobody's coming i won't be dissapointed at all my clothes are all stolen on every third hour it seems like the weathere is waving goodbye they won't even give me a razor to shave with they sa

Atelos The Re-Engineering of the Man-Machine .Com/unity "Information is like a bank; our job is to rob that bank." -Genesis P. Orridge     In his book, Earth in Mind, David Orr comments, in relation to the advancement of technology, that "Our needs, in short, are those of the spirit; yet, our imagination and creativity are overwhelmingly aimed at things that as often as not degrade spirit and nature." But on what grounds can he assert such a thing?     We tend to consider the operations of a computer intrinsically cold and completely separate from those which we know as effecting and defining 'actual life.' But who is to say that the p

its not real its all done with mirrors and I've got glass in front of my eyes I can't pay attention I can only be mesmerized I want my information and my 15 minutes of fame driven to the tv like a moth to a flame I just want to get inside of you [it's like the new womb]

we look to find meaning in mythology in poetry in ourselves and in our looking and poetry in meaning and and by mythology and in our finding our selves today just as ever desire and need a reason an excuse because of which we live

The Heart of My Disease Jackie was a weird girl. She went to Middletown Public High School with me before I came here. I was new to the neighborhood when we met. We were having art class. She was irresistibly cute, with her short cut mohawk and her little petite figure, bopping a little to the music as she painted. she always liked to paint and dance, I asked her her name, and she told me, and then added the advice, "Don't ever wear sunglasses. they'll make you depressed." "I'm already depressed," I said, "I don't need sunglasses." "They took a bunch of depressed people and gave them sunglasses with lights in them and they all became

so go on flee my countrymen you kings of husbandry go run to your swiss estates your secret german bank accounts your sugar money things you are pretending to think and maybe just maybe some day we will all forget about this and the earth will collapse into the black hole we have invented in which i, amongst no one am the singularity feed me your spiritual machines keep begging keep begging is there nothing to a beg but a prayer is there nothing like a beg but a prayer is there nothing like a beggar funeral commense coffins within coffins a flower within a bouquet held in the hands of a marching orphan the org

Dead House every time you come home you come farther from yourself touch me on the night stand with my soul when you grow up you will be brave when you grow up you will be brave when you grow up you will be brave be brave be brave be brave be brave you will learn to take care of your own family you will face the winds of changes more chaos than you will ever know you will see there is comfort in power and real power only in the mind. can you face it where angels dare where angels dare where angels dare where angels dare where angels dare step thee lightly and come back home [pink floyd style synth solo a la 'welco

Occupy My Sex does it occupy does it occupy does it occupy this sex i will never let myself go i will never let myself go there is no other side there is no other side i am afflicted of the devil there is hopelesness inside a centipede inside my crib [this is a test] [it is an acid] [this is a test] [it is an acid] [this is a test] [no, not a drug] [no] [no, not a drug] its sqeezing me Tighter tighter tighter tighter it holds  me tighter tighter tighter tighter its squeezing me tighter tighter tighter and i brake Force your reality Force fed reality Forceps-Reality Fight Fight Fight Fight does it occupy does it