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(an ossuary)
01:48
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they carried her head to the place where the factory used to be, and they dug a hole and planted it there and buried it in soil. all the while, her hooded eyes stared through them, past them, as if they weren't there. in time, her head burst open like a seed, birthed a tree, and the fruit from that tree attracted beasts. and when the beasts ate of the fruit, their eyes were open and they saw. their tongues were loosened and they spoke. "mother," cried the beasts, "make of us your fingers. we shall become as a fist. we shall yield hammer and blade. to drink of blood spilled in your retribution is our hearts' dearest longing." the tree bade them build her an ossuary. and so the beasts struck out across desert and plain, across sea and sky, across forest and swamp. their mouths sought throats and rended them. sought bellies and opened them. they spilled the soft insides of man and child and carried their bones to the place where the factory used to be. from these they built her a cathedral. the spires climbed past the treetops, past the buildings of man, past the clouds, and into the deep empty hunger that waits behind the sky. and when the gods saw the cathedral, they were afraid, because not even their limitless propensity for vengeance had produced a thing of such horrible beauty.
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PISS GHOST
03:16
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goddess of the abject, i am on my knees
supplicated sweetly at your altar
mortify my hide and bleed me of disease
satisfied and slouching toward gibralter
haunt my skin
goddess, brand me
piss upon your servant
make me beautiful
haunt my skin
you alone can understand me
piss upon your servant
make me beautiful
cathedrals of the filthy, i shall know no want
begging for the mistress to remake me
water turns to wine and so do cocks to cunts
goddess of the abject, don't forsake me
haunt my skin
goddess brand me
piss upon your servant
make me beautiful
haunt my skin
you alone can understand me
piss upon your servant make me beautiful
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BUTTGEREIT BABY
03:16
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malevolent star
shine bright tonight
drawing sigils in the cum spilt across your thighs
dancing in the ichor of your wandering eye
broken hearts
turn sharp tonight
drawing blood from the daughters of the bitten lip
drunk on the liquor dripping down my hips
are you alive or have i been fucking your corpse?
my spinning top
my ringless bride
drinking from the fountain of indifferent piss
any act of cruelty is kinder than this
malevolent star
my blinding guide
kiss away the tears and tuck me into bed
drunk on the visions dancing in your head
are you alive or have i been fucking your corpse?
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4. |
RIOT PORN
03:04
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white noise
setting sun
watch the buildings fall
watch the streets dissolve
cop cars
set to burn
i don't think i've ever cum so hard
eschatology or wishful thinking?
i don't know and i don't care
prophet or pornographer?
just grab a fistful of my hair
when the mollys fly, please be in bed beside me
when the vanguard dies, please be in bed beside me
when the cops withdraw, i wanna feel you deep inside me
when the oceans thaw, please be in bed beside me
meat red
banner black
carve a newer name
carve a finer scar
dark gods
newly born
i don't think i've ever prayed so hard
politics or ritual?
what's the difference here and now?
mommy domme or metatron?
just take the rope and tie me down
when the mollys fly, please be in bed beside me
when the vanguard dies, please be in bed beside me
when the cops withdraw, i wanna feel you deep inside me
when the oceans thaw, please be in bed beside me
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if you discovered tomorrow that the version of you you perform for others on the internet had somehow become its own discrete entitity--a sort of digital ghost of you--would you be its mother? or would you be more like its god?
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6. |
TRANSSEXUAL RICKY KASSO
05:07
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i am hard and i am young
got my pills under my tongue
cut your eyes out, "say you love satan"
cut your eyes out, "say you love satan"
i am feared and i'm afraid
i am that which you have made
cut your eyes out, "say you love satan"
cut your eyes out, "say you love satan"
put my face on the evening news
press your thumb into the bruise
i can be what you tell me i am
i can be what you tell me i am
after christ the devil comes
got my pills under my tongue
i can be what you tell me i am
i can be what you tell me i am
devil in your mtv
devil in your d&d
kiss the goat, be the behemoth
kiss the goat, be the behemoth
devil in your christmas tree
devil in your hrt
kiss the goat, be the behemoth
kiss the goat, be the behemoth
CUT
YOUR
EYES
OUT
SAY
YOU
LOVE
SATAN
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dead letters addressed to elvis
piling up like autumn leaves
dead letters dispatched for graceland
royal eyes will never read
can we pretend like we're beloved
by faceless strangers?
can we pretend like we deserve
the adoration?
how many eyes do i desire?
how many more til i'm satisfied?
i don't wanna see inside your head
long live the king, the king is dead
and when i asked him how it feels he said
"I DON'T FEEL NO MORE"
dead letters adressed to sharon
spiced in lavender perfume
dead letters addressed CIELO
stale odes to faded doom
when i die will i reduce
to failed mission?
will i assimilate as prop
in your fan fiction?
how many eyes do i desire?
how many more til i'm satisfied?
i don't wanna see inside your head
long live the queen, the queen is dead
and when i asked her how it feels she said
"I DON'T FEEL NO MORE"
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TODAY IS THE SAME
03:21
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today is the same as the ones before
i named all the worms rising up thru the floor
and i know there are more worms to name outside
and i tried
i tried
today was the same as the ones ahead
the worms are asleep and the pigs have been fed
and i know it's not good for me to suck on the air
from out there
but i don't care
I'M SO BORED
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LAST KNOWN PHOTOGRAPH
05:07
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lover i am fading
i'm straying from the path
meet my empty gaze
and take my last known photograph
slather me in honey
and plant me in the ground
perhaps i'll grow like stranglevines
and drag this city down
i wanna flow like poison out of every tap
seep into the groundwater, evaporate away
i wanna pour as acid rain with every thunderclap
i wanna burn the world after you leave me to decay
lover can you hear me
your bleeding bolivar
broadcast from the bottom
of the county reservoir
lick my lips and swallow spit
i'll live inside your throat
and turn your sweetest syllable
to sour notes
i wanna flow like poison out of every tap
seep into the groundwater, evaporate away
i wanna pour as acid rain with every thunderclap
i wanna burn the world after you leave me to decay
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CAN'T DIE WON'T DIE
04:15
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i am a body awaiting a soul
cut me open, run your finger through the empty space
i am floating above the world
clip my feathers, watch me plummet like a stone
but i won't die because i can't die
deep in the crater my dry and brittle bones
suck the marrow, i will feel it cross your lips
down at the bottom of the sacred oubliette
i'll spill secrets from my fossilized tongue
but i won't die because i can't die
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(dear marge)
01:45
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the fetid stink of my sisters' graves wafts past the crusted lips of your unloved nazi cunt. tanning bed riefenstahl. crooked smiling ammit. devourer. defiler. your twin janus mouths--slurping dead children down one kola superdeep throat while the other spits curses that name me childkiller. I AM GOING TO OUTLIVE YOU. we will scream the names of our dead down your gravehole and their weight will drive you down so deep that the white christ you worship will forget your name. shabby fascist. storebrand schlafly. I AM EMBARRASSED BY YOU. i would be ashamed to inhale the cloud of old-white-woman perfume that attends you like a veil. cancer is too quick for you. the gallows too private. I WILL OUTLIVE YOU. and until this planet shakes us off its surface, you will be remembered as a failure. when the surgeon slices out my tranny testes, i will save them for you, dearheart, to choke on.
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FAGGOT SAINTS
03:41
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spider-shrapnel jimmy
bless my faggot heart
valhalla welcomes martyrs
close your eyes until it starts
mother dietrich light my cigarette
i've had about as much as i'd expect to get
while the cops or something like them
lick their lips behind the door
i won't name it so please don't name it
we can just keep praying
you won't fight it so why should i fight it
we can just keep praying to our faggot saints
suck the venom from the vein
and spit it in my mouth again
little rituals mark the movements
of the timepiece hands
sister venus under the hotel bed
will you walk with me into the waiting red
no atheists in foxholes
no faithful in the grave
i won't name it so please don't name it
we can just keep praying
you won't fight it so why should i fight it
we can just keep praying to our faggot saints
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13. |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IMBECILE
04:42
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happy birthday imbecile
i'm surprised you got this far
throw some tshirts in a bag
and get in the fucking car
every reel overexposed
every ship lost to the flood
four decades ain't so long unless you spend them all
losing blood
happy birthday little fool
for a beat it almost seemed
like you'd manage in the end
like you'd live the fucking dream
every artery collapsed
every line of code corrupt
four decades ain't so long unless you spend them all
fucking up
happy birthday idiot
never thought i'd see the day
time to take your broken toys
and drag them back beneath the waves
you were good and you were pure
you were stupid, you were sweet
four decades in the sun just to become
rotten meat
happy birthday imbecile
i'm surprised you got this far
throw some tshirts in a bag
and get in the fucking car
every reel overexposed
every ship lost to the flood
four decades ain't so long unless you spend them all
losing blood
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GIRL HELL 1999 Brooklyn, New York
sadgirl bullshit recorded on a doomed planet
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