I have to tell you something
before this thing goes too far,
digs too deep, gets complicated.
Before it becomes dangerous, caves in on us.
I need you to know about the
ideosynchrocies of all the me's
and I have to tell you right now
because you're bound to find out and
it's better to be sooner than later or
it'll be worse for you if you don't like
what I'm about to say.
I'm not a bastard or a father.
I didn't kill anyone, only wished it.
I'm not divorced and
I'm not from outer space though
I wish I was or at least picked up
by a saucerload of silicon-enhanced
bikini-clad Twi-leks for an
illicity trip through the universe.
I'm not addicted to drugs.
Very much, and I don't work out.
I don't watch TV and I have an
imagination like a terminator-staffed phalanx
descending on a village full of
retards and guidance councellors.
Sometimes my imagination is amazing
and sometimes it's frightening.
Actually a lot it's frightening and
also repulsive.
I believe in monogamy and I believe I can still believe in true love
while also being crazy obsessed with girls they drive me wild and I'm compelled to look at them oggle them hungrily and imagine them kissing each other and inserting large clear rubber dildos in and out of each other all of them and
I'm sorry I already got carried away didn't I?
It's my curse when trying to
come across as pure and decent and honest
about relationships and dedication while exhibiting these pornopathic hedonistic self-absorbed slut-fiend tendencies.
I'm sorry, but I only want to fuck you.
I'm really a nice guy and trustworthy.
I like your sister.
I really like your sister.
I like your mother.
I really hate your father.
I don't want to know your grandparents
and I don't want you to know mine.
I'm perverted.
I'm obscenely perverted.
I'm obscenely, exceedingly, ridiculously, gotta-admit-I've-got-originality-in-my-sexual-mentality, ravenously perverted.
I'm not psychotic.
I'm noty possessed and also
I'm not into incest.
I've never been under arrest
and i've got witnesses who will attest that I don't have any diseases.
Some may argue the point.
I'm allergic to dumb people.
I inhale my food.
I'd like to inhale you.
As with food, I never spill a drop and
I know my salad fork from
my dinner fork.
And milk with every meal.

_____________________________
Smoking makes you cooler - His Majesty's Image Consultant

Someday boy, you'll understand.
You'll learn what it takes for you to be a man.
Someday, my child, You'll see what I mean.
Why the sky is blue and why the grass is green.
Someday little boy, life will become clear.
So lighten up and smile, and wipe away that tear.
But someday never came, I don't think it's real.
Someday never came, I think it never will.
Someday, precious son, this will be all yours.
Through hard work and toil.
Through those mundane chores.
Someday future man, you'll see how it works.
The governments your friend. Taxes never hurt.
Someday frightened child, You'll be secure.
Just have faith in god, in him you can be sure.
But someday never came.

(Insert witticism here)

verse doesn't seem to be people's bag here.
forgive me as i post some more.

All Psychological

forced into two. corrupting psychological
force me into corrupting. psychological
forces too corrupting. psychological
polorized. comprehending psychological

Forgive me I'm sorry (this act)
I'm afraid you're afraid of me
- can't I can I pretend I can't let you escape it
All these habits of mine - you're a catalyst

It was I brought the knife don't you see
You embrace it so courageously
Bared all your skin to me trusting me totally (daringly)
- so what I'm forgiven I'll always be guilty
I can look oh but barely (and you)
flit about so tantalizing
flit about so tantalizing

forced into two corrupting forces me into corrupting
these forces too corrupting - polorized comprehending

Cut to the quick all too quickly (this trap sprung)
On purpose I'd chew my own leg off
- heavy deflated molecular red and nicotine
Tied to a stake - could you not have ignored it

No I can't impose on the sea
Press the Sun to my face immolate me
If you wnat to escape me you must learn to hate me
- you may have been baited and yet you came freely
I can see through just barely (I see me)
spreading through you galvanizing
spreading through you galvanizing

forced into two corrupting forces me into corrupting
these forces too corrupting - polorized comprehending

Psychological - what's left is all psychological
It all gets psychological
Psychological - all psychological

If we'd just kept our eyes closed (we wouldn't be)
Castaways lost in this desert forsaken
- just couldn't stop with the ruin halfway petrified
Decaying orbital trainwreck - you're not quite blameless

Doomed from the start fatally
All you could give eaten greedily
Sinful invoking your memory blessed to relive all the agony
- so smug always knew you weren't meant for me
I cut myself loose just barely (what now)
charged sickle-cell redividing
charged sickle-cell redividing

Couldn't have been any other way
Couldn't have been more methodical
My blood turned to grey long ago anyway
Now that it's all psychological

Psychological - everything's all gone psychological
Gets fuzzy when it all goes psychological
Guess things got too psychological
All psychological
Psychological - was i too psychological
All psychological

what actually started me writing the above piece was watching that scene in Das Boot when they get the bejeezus depthcharged out of them and the captain says "now it gets psychological".

A girl
in perfume
and hip-hugging jeans
was dancing
to ovum soothing beats of
“funkstorung”
before loudspeakers
as if
they were mirrors

THE FIRE IS BEAUTIFUL.

CAN I TOUCH IT?

NO.

This is the thaumaturgy,
buisness of the blood-born.
Sapiens and Manicheans lust for it...
some duality in the course of things.
Because isomorphic machines
(like milk)
rot from the inside; congeal.
A minute more and an omega point approacheth.
The blind mice (two eyes, three heads)
would rather align polarly,
understand monuments in "is's" and "are not's."
Illusion prevails, a mighty vex.
But death (glory; complete) is hollow...
a standard to judge life against.
"Lines are lines" they say.
Your great Pythagorean theory of sanguine desires.

-vec

(it has been a REALLY long time since I was spontaneous like that... real-time poetry for a new generation. The last time I did that was on a dial-up BBS with a 1200 baud modem... smoking cigarettes before 1st hour. Time is a morbid thing.)

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Vec,

Forgive the mispellings... "thaumaturgy" and business... I smite thee spell-checker!

LOL WTF! LOL
AFAIK YMMV IANAL
Too busy to write for real
Too much a victim of conversational tics
In text
WTF! LOL WTF!
TTFN

what's this?
a mistake?
not shame
think about pain
like a faded memory
on a distant plane
not mine
but someone else's game
six in the tank
for love in the vein
stuck pacing sixty miles
below a summer wane
what's this?
a mistake?
only rain
but everyone's the same

-vec

see

you
pulled
the string
hidden by the light
and now
your seeing
in the dark
again

its easy

I can't even count that well.

I(1) re(2) fuse(3) to(4) be(5)
A(1) po(2) et(3) or(4) an(5) au(6) thor(7)
In(1) sen(2) si(3) tive(4) clods(5)!

From the War Chronicles
Which are simply a selection of poems that I have written dealing with human's insatiable need to kill themselves.


A random shape;
stoic.
Reclined in
corregated shade.
Slowly consuming
the last part of the day.
How this smile
(painted here; monolithic)
perpetuates (or signals)
freedom.
And that shadow
(at once synonymous)
holds its head
up high,
grins at the sky
and praises one willow
as the bombs fall
and his shade
is fractured.


-vec

quote:

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I'm sorry, but I only want to fuck you. . . I'm allergic to dumb people. [out of context]

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charma you rock...

my only weakness is, well nevermind... nevermind.

quote:

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Originally posted by hurtstotouchfire:
my only weakness is, well nevermind... nevermind.

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hmmm. you do like to pique one's interest, don't you, hurtstotouchfire. vicious girl.

oh, and thank you.

it's a smiths quote:

My only weakness is a list of crimes.
My only weakness is, well nevermind... nevermind.
Shoplifters of the world,
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over...

though not my all-time favorite smith's quote:

16 clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y...
...WCA
I said I like it here can I stay
I like it here can I stay
And do you have a vacancy
for a back-scrubber.

[very british]

Revolve/Evolve

Tumultious
Obscene
our legacy is
unclean

No.

What we have done
will end
our course will run
begin

Again.

Revolve,
Evolve.
Revolve/Evolve.