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she died a virgin [19 Aug 2004|11:13pm]
Fish was five when his father died
and put in a home at the age of six
a troubled soul who ran away
every saturday
only to come to hate "Ham and Eggs"

Fish was wed and had children (six)
then the Mrs went missing
only to come back later with sailor Spader
causing Fish to loose his nonchalant demeanor

I AM CHRIST
I AM CHRIST
IM OBSESSED WITH SIN AND SACRIFICE
THE NEEDLES IN MY SKIN
HURT WITHIN
OH, IF ONLY PAIN WERE NOT SO PAINFUL

Fish had craved the taste of flesh
so he dismembered poor gracie
and ate what was left
this behavior of Fish may seem odd
but poor ol' Fish had been ordered by God

I AM CHRIST
I AM CHRIST
IM OBSESSED WITH SIN AND SACRIFICE
TO THE ROOMS I TOOK HER MEAT
TO COOK AND TO EAT
OH, IF ONLY PAIN WERE NOT SO PAINFUL

no emotion, no anger...dead silence in the brain
3 | fuck the computer

[19 Aug 2004|11:13pm]

its lovely outside. the sun is in exile.
weather entity calls for tissuelike showers.
and the sound of the trees swaying to and fro could end wars.

sinister forces can be felt throughout the battlefield,
but all is quiet on the western front.
well, the naked apes seem to enjoy it.

they told us that times are a chaingin';
their warnings were brushed off;
we were only worried with salvaging ourselves.

and now the brochure dockets the memoirs
of a world that is dead.
and what do you have to say for yourselves?
fuck the computer

chute me [24 Apr 2004|01:33am]
[ mood | tired ]

if our aircraft was broke
and we couldnt change course
and we needed to abort
and we had but one chute
id give it to you.

id fly out into space.
a universe void of time.
an infinite tunnel that leads to nowhere.
to save you.

1 | fuck the computer

[11 Apr 2004|02:08am]
this last time i
i had this dream last night where aliens took over the planet. robot-aliens. armed, not with guns, but

with sledge hammers made out of rock. the ground was purple; purple soil. with black pebbles;

pebbles as big as bars of soap. we hid from them. in a shack-like cave. all twelve of us. i cant

remember for sure, but i think it was a classroom. because she was there. even in my dream she was

a teacher. just as beautiful as the real thing. somehow i was able to fight them off. they werent very

bright. i surely thought that the alien robots were going to diminish what was already left of us.

mustve been prototypes. these contemporary robots were too advanced for their time. it didnt

seem a day past 2012 A.D. but i could be wrong. you can never tell with dreams. we had one box of

dounuts left. that was to last us whoever knows how long. four donuts were to fulfill the bowels of eleven. there were chocolate and mapel. all with sprinkles.

the first few who got a piece had larger pieces than everyone else; i wasnt very fair. none of us

showed any sign(s) of fear while a heap of robot-aliens were using all of their might trying to get in.

but everyone was scared. to accumulate and maintain a supply of us for future use was on the minds

of several. i then began to awake.
fuck the computer

natures pets want to play [28 Feb 2004|01:46pm]
Every so often, when the inhabitants of the village are off guard, the savage beast that overlooks the suburb regurgitates a horrible, molten nectar that dissolves everything it blankets. No warning is given prior to this catastrophe. And as the people march in this wicked cavalcade, searching for safety, the fussy monster laughs. she wishes this fun would never end.
4 | fuck the computer

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