The Battle For Costco, The Mansion in Sicily. All Reminders of The Past

I find it hard to tell
when everything is okay
and all the girls I find are so sadistically plain

can't wait to enjoy
the supple flick of the wrist
a gentle pinch and then twist
until I speak with a lisp

thought it would snow
but I was only mistaken
time cannot be taken
but it's my sole you've been breaking

a hole in my chest
where I once stored a gun
shiny chrome plated fun
a .44 magnum

once upon a time
there was life in this world
until mankind unfurled
and killed all the boys and girls

The Girl with No Name

I don't remember your name
what time it was or where the blood was coming from
but when the band turned on their amps
and their guitars started screaming
I couldn't remember your name

Our fists hit the air
like Mjolnir struck earth
and your witty verbose were to complex to follow
in that drunken haze
those dingey funhouse days

I could not keep up with you
referencing movies I had not seen
feeling in that moment appreciated yet
dumbfounded
I almost went with you
And today I still don't know your name

Should've gotten in that van
remembering failed romance
Woke up without a clue
And I don't remember you at all

Nothing like a drunken baffoon
trying to keep up
unable to match your caliber
And I could only try to explain Superjail

Chicken Strips, Asparagus, and Shredded Hash Browns

Malice drips from the tongue,
onto the corpses of the trodden,
everything decays with time,
all-consuming flame devours the remains

tattered flesh hangs like used rags
oiled cadavers scattered to the corners
fumes of gasoline wet the air
I can taste it on my tongue

the odour delicious
sulfur dioxide
cast aside and forgotten
time elapse mind erased

we march on doom's hand
thick clouds of acrid smoke
boned fingers gripping tightly
around our hearts

pulling us deeper
into the warp
our own fists clutching at our swords
unaware of the twisted things that come our way

staring deep into onyx shaded eyes
marking our headstones
we walk unto death
reeking soldiers fallen

once full bodied
warm
loved
alive

now decayed muscle and bone
cold
alone
dead

capable only now of rotting
never forgiven for their crimes
lining the field like fixtures
no more noticed than a stone

Malice drips from the tongue,
onto the corpses of the trodden,
everything decays with time,
all-consuming flame devours the remains

Man Jailed for cooking Ex-Girlfriend's Dog in Oven

seratonin low
I can feel myself again
watch it resolve
as I evolve a bitter friend

my mind explodes
and I enter the point of no return
the hemoglobin flows
from my arms like endless streams of love lost

the bottle hits the ground
and I follow soon after and drift away
hitting the wall pounding with both of my clenched fists
I enter the cage
of the beast and prepare for war

something I found
one more thing that's run away
I am not lost
but instead merely enraged

all is for not
and I've found myself again
if you only knew
that I was at the bottle and then
I told you

I can not feel
I can not spare myself another ounce of pain
I won't be broken
I will find the strength to live
and love again

Seratonin low
searching high and low for innocence
and now I know
I cannot depend on others for proof of existance
I am my own
I am my own free will and only dependant

never again will I say those words to you that I said once before
always forgotten left behind and last to know the score
and here I am still human and so very full of hurt
It will not end, like a corpse I'm doomed to walk the earth
searching for answers to questions never asked
waiting for someone to take me to the past and change it all

Fish on Phong Eeprom

shit on me for a bit, but the rain's startin to come out and wash it all away
and I'm starting to remember exactly why I went insane
the memories splayed out like napkins
on the blood spattered walls
catching all the droplets
until slowly apart they fall

I'm starting to grow older now, I can hardly see me face
beneath the scars and history
the etches in my bones fill some form of need
and the needle bleeds

Wretched cassanova slain
recoiled and shrunken down
slithering away softly beaten
the operation succesful transplant

now the rain has washed away
I can see my true face
covered in grooves and teeth
it is become death
the real me

Something else entirely

Shoot me where I stand
All manners deplorable
The planet explorable
Search long and far

Ricochet patterns emanate
Emasculate the seeping gloom
penetrate too deep too soon
And it all goes away