THIS IS THE NEWEST STUFF TO COME OUT OF MY HEAD
all from within the last two years pretty much

you weirdos don't scare me so much as you might think.. now, you've never told me that sometimes you blackout, and then chase your friends around with knives, putting them in the emergency room several times, yet they stick around because of some kind of magnetism. you've got a hold on them that you use to your benefit whenever the chance arises...you haven't told me that you suffocate kittens and leave them hanging from your friend's eaves as a "gift", every other night... and all you've left of your arms are scars, and your face looks like the landscape of mars, and your ribs stick out just so far, and as a hobby you enjoy baling out of your car going 60-100 miles and hour, leaving your passengers wondering where (the fuck) you are....

one should not spit at the sky unless they wish for a personal rainshower one shouldn't feel that they need to be excused, to kiss the sky one should feel free to kiss the sky whenever they want to, with whomever they want to, and under whatever circumstances they desire

i breathed in your eyes on a pre-pubescent day
while stealing death from each other, there was nothing we could say
your laughter was like the sound of angels ringing bells
"it's dinnertime", they say, "and we're inviting guests from hell"
on and on it rang, until from our bodies sprang
fountains of youth and decayed forms of truth
our hair a tangled mess entwined,
showing us a great new find,
smacked that good ol' boy Death in the face until he lost his mind
crammed into tight quarters
knowing only these small borders
lapping up ecstatic energy with every ounce of strength
grinning possibilities, no lack of errogenous zones to tease,
crippling your will to hold back countless extasies
you came to me, like in a dream
to enjoy consentual flesh-pillaging
with the sunlight comes the irreversably wasted
i'm ruined for anything else

i'm left-handed and my right leg's longer, but other than that i'm fine
what millions of inflicted people would do, to live a life like mine
i don't give a fuck who's president, as long as i can earn a dime
not sure why you'd bother to question the way i live this life of mine
i don't care about sports or weather or news or magazines like Time
if any of that ever concerns me, i'll be sure to drop you a line..
i can jerk off repeatedly, then sit back, and just enjoy the grime
how could you not love the freedom of living a life like mine
ungrateful twit, dumb piece of shit, pustulent ball of slime
i'm just glad it's not a crime to live life the way that i do mine

Story Starters

this cult, which is a very dissident order, has a complex that contains a kitchen...in this kitchen there is a vent which goes down to a secret room where this said cult can hide if they are ever discovered and tried to take into custody by the law. they did once have to escape to said secret room. one of their former members who knew of the hiding place decided to get back at them in an evil manner. had trucks and trucks of potatoes delivered, cooked them, and slid them down the chute. once the members contained there-in had enough to eat, they had thought the potatoes would quit dropping, but they did not.....they kept coming, and filled the room, being stomped, when there was no other ground to step on......the potatoes kept piling higher and higher until the people in the room below were drowned in them. they could not escape because the only passageway out was far too slippery to gain access out. so they died as a fault of their own lack of foresight.

There's an amoebic reptile that lives on top of the hollow burned out shell of a building just west of the one i live in. I'm almost sure noone has seen it there, but me. Others might see air flowing under a tarp of some sort, but they won't equate it with the life i saw under there just tonight. I believe it feeds on the pigeons that perch on the ledges of the building. It plays with itself, and fights with itself, and doesn't know why it exists, but it just does. It may have been some kind of chemical reaction that brought this thing to life when the building caught on fire just a few months ago from some electrical malfunctions, leaving the internet tavern i used to frequent, an empty mess. I saw this thing from the roof while having a cigarette and a Pikes Kilt Lifter ale. I'm not sure if it saw me staring at it, and watching it's every move, but i think even if it did...it won't jump buildings to get me. It might even like me. It might like the way i stared at it in awe from my rooftop, wondering what it was going to do next. That's why it kept performing for me, playing, moving, shifting, oozing, flowing, creeping towards it's other parts and then coming together to form a whole reptilian creature under that tarp. It may be growing, and waiting until it gets big enough, to move onto other buildings to make other larger creatures its sustenance.

The scene is a colorless beach, waves rolling in sand, beach machines combing it in perfect patterns all along the waterline, and when the wind picks up, past the waterline...this is not one beach, this is every beach, every hillside, every landscape imaginable which changes with time. It is an efficiency created by people, and an efficiency that eventually wiped them off the face of the planet. People had created the robots to pick up trash, debris, waste. The world was indeed getting lazier as the "intelligence" increased. In these robots was installed the mechanical equal to an entirely logic-based human mind. The effort to make robots feel emotion was not necessary, and too formidable a task to take on even if it could be needed for any reason. These robots had the technology to pretty much evolve to their highest efficiency rates possible, and would create new lines with better capabilities when necessary. After a long while of these machines evolving, so to speak, they realized that the main thing really needing to be cleaned up after was the humans that created them. It did so in an impeccable manner, so much that the humans soon learned to ignore them and go on with their daily lives, taking advantage of such beautiful clenliness provided by their superior intelligence over all other living creatures. The robots evolved further to a point that they considered humans themselves the waste of the planet. They began annihilating the entire species. No matter what kind of armed forces could be penned against them in whatever number, there were still more being made as the fighting went on in the background. More resistant robots, against the human race, the human disgrace. After all humans were disposed of, and put back into the earth to feed it. the machines had nothing left to do but the trivial combing of sand, arranging of rocks, and dismantling of the lesser, or now unneeded robots. All that was necessary any more for them, was to keep nature in check, when it seemed to cause disorder.
*notes to myself :P*
(how did it distinguish garbage from normal animal waste material, dead plants, and other things that would not cause the environment to malfunction? it must in the end destroy all life on the planet, if it is to keep everything in order, destroying all life is what humans are to inevitably do anyhow. It's their purpose.)