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how to describe it - turrets and towers divided
the loudest recorded 27 hours of silence
powdery lines, knowledge is crisis. power is priceless
sour enticement, sweet like virgin meat deflowered for nitrous
oxygenizes, balloons like cocoons for the faintest of heart
who think too much while laying down awake in the dark
veins apart. blades sharper than the face of a dart
once we're sick and tired of waiting for this game to restart
style naked as art in figure sketch-work experimentation
mad scientist results from an empiricist's patience
awareness is basic - intuitive, inherent sensation
behind our biologic neurochemical basis
you reflect, and also actively create situations, see
we're architects designing dreamwork pyramid matrices
make it be. faithfully - i followed a rhythm
and finally learned the way to make an honest decision
there's not competition. i promise, don't get caught in the hype
you're not entitled to a dawn after night. let me recite -
you're not entitled to a dawn after night. losses are life,
let me recite. because i've never been the talkative type
never started a fight. never introduced my darkness to light
the perfect abortion before the father of christ
watch if you like. read if you will, don't take in it vain
and don't abandoned shelter just to stay in the rain
many die alone as infidels so faithful to pain
that they're dead men living, til they're carried away..


burn slow the midnight oil

enter the

ever addicted. albuterol and methyl prescription
breathless as liquid, lung cysts, cigarettes at the clinic
typing text for a minute, dead heat like anti-semetic deliverance
most flow congestive heartache at the special olympics
it's expected, a gimmick. to write on essence of spirit
or rhythmic dissertations. theoretical physics
once you've tested the limit - horizons loop, it's instrumental to listen
for snare traps on random samples like a measured statistic
catch it for miss it. it was written, while mr. jones counted crows in the sky
blue ribbons, silver bullets, wolves, emotional ties
sober or high, two-track parallel for social or shy
i've hoped for a lie, discovered hatefulness and chosen a side
quoth the decline, stocks and snowflakes, both are designed
PM Motrin to wine about their voting online. Merlot when we dine
knowably grind your favorite bitch, codeine slow motion her spine
moisture soaking her thighs
the kind only cocoa butter lotion provides
wrap a noose around your neck, drop the rope as you die
spit blood upon your grave before i choke you alive
interpret each occurrence as a token or sign,
regrets are scar tissue. fleshy phantoms, ghosts of your pride
i'm supposed to reside in Transylvania, or Rome in the time
of renaissance children painting poems that rhymed
hopelessly blind, third eye remains too focused to mind
open wide, fuck your choice. what does Sophie decide?


DONT LOOK SEE

You see,

Scar sullied the circle of life with his hyena pack's vagrant ellipse
Sunshine hides - its guise is of a pagan eclipse
Look beyond parental doting to where Satan exists
in algorhythmic form that not even the Matrix resists
as Agent Smith's throne morphs into where Damien sits
Center stool, alpha swag, bitches beggin' for dick
Alzheimers jargon strokes peeling paint from her lips
Trinity...nebuchadnezzar Neo, Morpheus schizo chrome
Olympic feat: obelisk of Theodosius' hippodrome
even leaders are led, son, and his was by the will of Rome...
Y'all softer than pillow foam, I soul flow sketch with the lead
extract beautiful memories from homeless wretches I've fed
black hole journey, honestly didn't stretch to my death
but time travelled - the colors added a edge to my breath
Testaments read: "SPITZ is right, science speaks from the foulest chest
Black holes aren't killers - I went in and met the tootsie roll owl instead
not as insidious as gay werewolf howling gets."
Keep living - money, women, sour burning in white owls and techs
Sexual energy transmutation, cursing ink quill on the prowl for sex
Rorschac blot...
a picture of me - maniacal laugh, throwing in the towel in jest

powder inject, for an hour or less. spoon & a rope
cubic zirconium, half human half opiate. super lucid approach
lucy looser than most. this floozy knew she provoked
a mutant, mutilant, gross - grotesque, illusory notes
used to indulge my psyche using beautiful quotes
wrote em down. computers broke when i tried viewing the post
so fuck it, flying higher than jet fuselage coasts
first-classy as a motherfucker, usually coach
i'm truly a hoax. juxtaposing inconclusive and final
our music is tribal. hip-hop will see it's future in vinyl
we all revolve according to the usual cycle
but every human is vital. there is no group in survival
there are no idols. only animals are better than you
watch me prove it, holding circumstantial evidence true
spiteful, angry, paranoid. i'm negative, blue
forgot who i was writing as a testament to
maybe GG Allin. Joseph Stalin. Eminem, Wu
rocking letterman jackets over my skeleton suit
i'll be here for years to complement your wretched abuse
log on to change your brain into a vegetable / fruit
now take a sec to recoup,
as New York Spitz a ball of phlegm in your soup
i'll crescendo to an ending point. is death a recluse?









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IIIIII





I've tried to be happy. tried a coke and a smile
but i can't shake the feeling that my hope is denial
and i'm sorry for changing. that i'm socially wild
but when it's only us i'm more like an emotional child
at a festival surrounded by excitement and sound
lonelier than ever as i followed the crowd
met a stranger by the willow tree. he loaned me a light
we talked, tobacco molten delight. smoke in the night
he too, felt disconnected, but accepted the distance
like, it all gets so old. the drugs, the tension, the bitches
the love, the pressure, the systems
like nothing's better than sickness.
i like to be alone sometimes but friends are persistent
calculating interactions. analytic and strange
inhibited, sane. aware. i miss my primitive brain
if you think, you think too much about the tiniest task
pour your pint in a flask and toast the moment.
if you like your coffee black, wine white in your glass
it's a sign of the times, zeitgeist approaches.
there's a color to music that gives it texture and taste
i've recycled time enough to know it's better to waste
i've devolved into a prototype. repetitive, fake
it was over the second they gave the devil a face.
my demons are dollars. endorsements, checking at Chase
spent on any substance that presents an escape.
i'm evil. stupid. selfish. all those negative traits
but i'm centered. almost perfect. true perfection awaits
passion in these parables, poetic for praise
it's a proper alternative to repressive malaise
it's pain but not exactly cause it's pleasant at times
adrenaline rushes from looking death in her eyes
there's not a sedative high that can compare to success
not a failure that can measure up to marital stress
sometimes what's truly beautiful is fairly depressed
and purity is found inside a terrible mess
prepare for the next. compressing air in your chest
i say whatever comes to mind. but say it in jest
naked, her breasts were Marilyn, yes - Monroe in her prime
I guess Gentleman Prefer a woman loaded with Skyy.
cornucopia, the joker's card that nobody plays
huffing nitrous til we float, like parades. moles in a cage
prayer wasn't enough to wash my clothes in the rain
it didn't save my homie from the coma, he stayed
no destination headed like a road to the Gray
place your coat on a hanger. welcome home, it's been ages
i'm supposed to be famous. Dead men are media martyrs
camera crews to black spoons inside a seedy apartment
spirit departed, what a cliche. shotgun shell in your face
watch me smile. iAm the devil's embrace.





IIIIII

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sporadic at best. photographic arrest, developing sight
paragraphs parasitic to write. the bible mentions me twice
fooled you once. acoustic rhythm taps molecular life
bearskin percussive set in maple. rawhide, stretching it tight
til instrumental delight is something easily played
green serenade. kudzu vine, whip cracks, leafy meringue
minimalistic, semi-consistent, clearly deranged
sentence derivative like collective experience, deleted or saved
believing is pain. peace is the raindrops buzzing at noon
until it reminds us that we've got something to do
sunrise dusky as dew. hustler pursuits in a duster, adieu
i'm off to look for substance to use. to fuck or to screw?
taking life for granted like it's custom for you
while i try to cherish every single lunch i consume
lustful and crude, love is abuse. i've cued a diversion
to discover love is simply what you'll do for a person.
music is purpose, beauty to worship, chiseled in stone
all we ever needed was a picture to hold
impressionistic repose. print still-life digital prose
watch it come alive. then kill itself with a rope
it's sacrificial, it's bone, dynamic socially strained
built an empire in my bedroom just to throw it away
microbial waves. throne in his grave, growth and decay
scribble multiples on multiple pages. but only today
i don't mean to be meaningful. just composing in vain
zirconium blades, open my brain to let neurosis escape
floating parades, globalized like xenophobia, AIDS
Alice's hole was her slavery, now she's holding her Chains
smoking flame, opiate-based, glass-blown bowlful of haze
behaviors trace what biometric coding engrains
total disdain for methodology, dogmatic determinists
chaos captured Copernicus. a field of wrathful conservatives
passing for rational persons, nails scratching the surfaces
soon
there will be blood
better fasten your tourniquets.






A. MADDEN

dear diary:


i'm pathologically scarred. mommy issues and a father afar
stop to recall, deep thought between each shot at the bar
composite bizarre - Kurt Nirvonnegut, pause - Mr. misanthropic noir
zombie apocalypse pawn turned neurotic topical star
i've accomplished it all. top of the charts. Raekwon with a dart
when i'm not even focused i'm an unconscious assault
slug swallowing salt, bionic results. Dr. Ockward at heart
spin revolver cylinders as symbiotical parts
Martin Scorsese the sequence. rearrangement, deletion
change as the seasons do. someone gave me a secret
paid me to keep it. I held it in like passive aggressiveness
let it fuel like Acura engines. so erratic the sentences
master malevolent. gas-can to capitol entrances
cancer isn't killing us. it's taxes and prejudice
animal mechanism, alpha-wolfhound, eyes of a dragon
gray steel like metal jackets on a silent assassin
try to imagine - close friends and Vicodin. so it goes
lie in a mattress. close your eyes. die of an overdose
overcoats and services, slow mourning to cry
we're all kids in business casual. see: lord of the flies
cotton-picking porn and chicken, bored into rhyme
endorphins arise like Borgore after snorting a line
aMorpheus prime example of distortion refined
into gorgeous design. rolls royce and porsches to drive
swordsman, the Sai bandit, hanging corpses to dry
like ornaments high on pine monuments, all orphans aside
organisms orbiting sky. procreating, alive
prayer is simple. atheism aims to make you decide
savior divine. grapes for the wine, dinner table at five
bagels are fine - the real question here is: raisin or rye?







- DAN DEMA