September 7, 2007 - Friday ( Read more... )

All anybody wants from you is a good, fast, clean fuck.
And for most people, that's okay, because that's all they are good for.
But there has to be people that want more. That need more.
Right?

I am but a mere abstraction of God
Sent to destroy my California Christ,
for he has been slaughtering my angels
Infectiously decrowning satin heads
Driving a cold steel of love through tender souls
Mutilating this savage innocence
Violating my sweet blind children with honesty
Hanging them to dry
May this robot be crucified by his own hand

Will someone hear my prayer ( Read more... )

These haunting whispers
are that of the broken hearts
that line these desert highways
baking in the crystal sun
wandering naked and forbidden
And you can hear the mothers
crying for their mutilated children
humming their devil-may-care prayers
dancing lonely, deserted by their babies

I am but a mere abstraction of God.

My shining Conquistador, with your wealth of armor and swords ( Read more... )

Love is punishment for brilliance.

Piecing together the limbs ( Read more... )

Softly draped across this composed hardwood floor ( Read more... )