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| Poetry I Would Like To Offer You At No Extra Charge: Study Of Time In Four Parts The worm that time is Comes to late-night reverie A milky wet seeker Invading every pore. Blue jeans hug the bottom With soft skin of back Face buried in smelly pillows Is laughing with no shame at all. Wearing clothes that have always been ugly Stealing books from public places Still smoking pot Still not cool. My words become heavy fragments; Broken bits of pottery, Adorned with the myths of my soul Typically subverted through jest. |
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| Lyrics To 12/23 Doghouse Performance (tim, boi, hopturn, botchulism, tooth) Gnob, Gnob Behind holy meat curtains, Divine Virgin Catastrophe Spreading misery Throughout fat, communal lizards Tales questioning. Girls in silk anonymous, The very flag of their suffering shown. Gasping at rainclouds of perfumed breath With razorblade fingernails Tracing Aztec death on the bloated, black Bellies of blatant lovers. Looking good under the covers. Where is our only daughter? Where is our good and only daughter? She is the bedroom fuckhole, Kitchen appliance friendly. A backseat fragrance, And an old sofa stain - so please believe me When I say There is no television in heaven. |
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| Wipe Your Mouth So there's a bed nobody sleeps in That smells like mold and hospital equipment, And desperation, and malice weakened By advancing age, and senility. There's a subtle harmony When old men cry like that - Holding their own hands, and rocking like that... More subtle than any snake it hisses With electrical cunning and charm. So what if its Christmas again? Who cares if your children wish it was you That died instead? Fool, wipe your mouth. |
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| Junked Around (Written by Social Junk and Translated By Hop) Take it as it comes, Like a ballpoint pen raked across dry teeth In the absence of Anything better to say or do. Look here, there's a man with no mouth Pretending to scream. Don't pity him, or he'll try to bite you. And that ain't whistling dixie, you know? Don't sit there, that seat is taken By the ghost of people who are yet alive. Don't you see the wood-carvings? The high-school effegies of Favorite artists, boys and girls, Secret desires and repressed feelings Passed on to strangers as a malicious Joke or other offense. And the girl rakes and rakes her yellow teeth With a desperate look on her mawl. Her eyes are glazing past The man-with-no-mouth, Who is envying her and pitying her every moment In every line of this poem. He would like to sing her a song About the life of a fly. He would like to carve his name in her belly With a fatherhood knife, But this lacks catharsis - so I abandom them Completely. From my desk here in hell, With my coffee cup brimming with fire, A Cat Named Tonya buzzs by To remind me of myself. Keep doing your thing, guys. |
| Desire Acquittted The cat grins in the corner. The mouse grins behind the wall. Both bound by duty, not ignorance. Both trapped in the same place and time. Both lost among primitive thoughts Which surplant all else - The natural way. This truth of hunger satisfies all life... But even still, the rooster looks in From his tiny post As if entranced. Nothing Is meant to escape this simple order. Nothing Is what the farmer holds in his hands At the end of the day. Nothing Breaks our backs more than kindness And those who love life. Nothing Falls into place but animal looks leveled At one's opponents in a silent way. But as long as we keep to hope None of this will matter in the end. The bending of loose ends Often create the whole For each of us. So let your towers fall, You can not defend them. There is a terror behind the wall, And it will break loose from time to time... Only returning with its belly full Of madness and future misunderstandings. The cat grins in the corner At the bloody pulp of mouse. There is no need for guilt. |
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| Well, well, well. IF you are reading this page right now then you are probably interested in more information about ZEN CITY II. It is going to be a lot better than the last one two years ago. For starters, its going to be August 27th and 28th at the Eden Valley Farm in Scottstown, OH....which is run by Earth Productions and Robert Delong. He has held many good festivals there over the years, and has brought more than a few big names on his own. He has excellent facilities there, a nice covered stage, and miles of uncharted property...very private, but secure. We also took the time to get some quality acts, such as: social junk, sandra black, dave and the alley cats, crackerbat (guitarist Phil Perry being a head organizer), the pistol whippers, noizbox, the yeti, ourselves (zen fishermen), the paul bellini jazz quintet, E2 Productions (featuring Gutterworld), voodoo katz, aristotle and the excellent lovers, and DJ Charlie Black!!! These are the best bands around, as far as we can tell - or afford. I am also trying to bring in a couple national acts to beef up the turnout this year. Since the festival grounds are cheaper than before, we can actually bring in some known names. Although none have been confirmed as of yet, we are currently talking to these bands: Lake Trout Cryo Baptista Clutch Dub Is A Weapon Ulu Screaming Cheetah Wheelies The Recipe. We are trying to get at least two of the above mentioned acts, but they can be so goddamned demanding. Honestly, I just want to tell everyone out there in cyberland that if you ever plan on putting together a festival you've got to know two things: 1.) nothing will go exactly as planned. 2.) it will drive you completely fucking nuts by the end, and you'll want to drown yourself in a pool of whiskey. otherwise, it'll be a good experience...(HT) |
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