NETCEES CYPHER THREAD

[patrown]

each nights a duplicate of its predecessor
never lesser yet never better, every letter repeats
each clevrer retreat depletes the soul its attached to
succumb and relapse to a demons path its teeth gleamin gash
at a tragic past that plants the haves by the needy
false and decieving, the nations pulse is agreeing
with the news statements that view patience on few masons
that rule vagrants and huge places with few wait lists
theres huge wastin in this land of the free
like we standin in pieces decieved by our thesis for being
tossed from the pond, across from beyond
we flee and abscond from agreements with pawns
proceeded to sow seeds in a alnad of the greedy
that grow in soil dark with the blood of the needy
a toll for the seemingly all powerful lords
monsanto and ford, pulling strings we ignore
special interest groups can afford appeasement
ignored agreements that explore regions under a legions guard
cant reach far into a future our demons scarred
its war or enlightenment, false excitement and tension
unruly dimensions of psychosis in high doses fuels motions
blood jewesl corrosive, truly explosive
iron in a star born of brooding
fueling sepulture vacancy, true hate we breath
in the dust left in mushroom clouds we consume now
we must groom proud nation loving souls to sacrifice
to brainwash fates lost in a cleansed state that has no rights
i cant mean faiths lost when you take in the evidence
our stakes been taken when hesitence fed the beast
misled with decrees in this land of the free

[Abakus]

my shadow is a silhouette assasin with a silver sceptre
poisoning your districts like fish without gill protectors
alone in the darkest sector, severing souls im a heart dissecter
stoned off the ganj forever professional pokemon card collector
and its hard to explain like the game of lifes hard decisions
how highly evolved states of mind may defy darwinism
as judgement day defines the planned ascension of mortal beings
i run away to find a transdimensional portal seeing
multiversal panoramas, some disurbing acts of drama
beauty queens with zoots of green and ugly girls with cans of lager
a case of nasty karma angry fathers act horrid
acknowledged, sons are donning balaclavas bank robbing

[e11even]

aches; throbbing- brain drains to abstract twangs dropping
on my s4- yes lord. the plane's topping, but acsension's still a thang. Watch it.
Climax belief is to be insane, lame and thoughtless. Change targets.
Strange fortunes befall the innate, but exchange forces in-place.
What becomes a lane shortage's replaced with change hoarders and greats shorted.
The haste... why ignore the debate of why more resort to the bountiful lake,
than the ocean's unknown expanse, broadened horizons and take?
Desperation is depletion of taste- thats the culprit. But if you, in faith,
commit to whatever it takes to be of one at the stake...
then what will it say to being the festering undead who foster the fake,
for the minimalist sake of a living pretense with fabric and plate?

This is my motivation. My living will in estate.

[Vulgar]

Tectonic Boy

"Release your inner nerd!" said the tectonic boy, pointedly
The science fair also featured lithosphere Ophelia
and tornado gust Johnson

Cardboard Wonderland sponsored by
Zephyrhills Water Engineering Systems
The blowing in the streets hints at Roaring Twenties trenchcoat smoke
and shadow god parlors -
stenchcraft, or automobiles as they're called
push tire treads up spirit intersections at a brisk pace
The light turns red after yellow
because it becomes increasingly irritated

The boy is somewhat a toddler -
geophysicists might agree his rock-plated
foot soles and archipelago sized blood plasma donations
differentiate
him from most children his own age

Warfare technology byproduct, his favorite class is Civics
His report cards are written in the language of hollow earth theory
planetary bark scroll, no, he doesn't show his parents
His teachers "Iron" and "Copper" have to be relocated
from craterlands to semi-urban areas to get in touch with the boy
Hard quarry sediment caked up at this quartz heels
mandibles with dental braces, ghastly looking bifocals
fingers supplanted in silt red enough to be liquid magma

Assigning detention to tectonic boy
is like sentencing the Pacific Ocean
to an aqua curdling death dance - believe me, it's been tried
I was his guidance counselor at one point

Homeland Security, in league with the Geologic Society
asked the boy if he had any extraneous items to declare
before they amputated some of his assets
It appears tampering with his ligaments led the government
to hit rock bottom - power politics and half-pipe hydroponics
The end of an untelevised episode of Modern Marvels
in lieu of nuclear winter's adolescent pincers

----



The corn farmer had a titanium plate in his cheek
so when his daughter Janis kissed him, he felt nothing

his name was Gunnar

a man in his middle forties
who'd been through enough disasters
to name his children after hurricanes

he'd lost most of his land to cyclone floods
the dry cleaners burnt all his funeral suits
the dry cleaners burnt down too
and he refused to put his money
in a blood bank

sore gums were the jolly ranchers of the day
cotton swabs replaced hankerchiefs
kilos of lighter fluid replaced champagne
fashion statements became 'are you hungry?' statements
worker's unions were collectivist villages
not that mankind would ever unite when candlelight
was the go-to light source

an old Dodge sedan sufficed for backroad trips
the jackhammer in his trunk was reserved for stragglers
the shotgun under his seat was reserved for enemies
strictly those
who'd put his kids in harm's way
and get taken out via the external flesh route

civilization being the empty ovulation chamber it was
"this way" instructs the young spirit
in full nightmare helm
ceramic fiberglass Luxembourg mask
pigment-less, bony finger
pointing to the outlier doors of a cave
like a shaman on jury duty

"forgot the sunscreen but remembered to bring the vaccine?"
you're proven useful

highways crossed
shopping malls traversed
small towns skipped
or endured

childhoods reversed
engineered, scarred, salient
hanging from a sticky bar
in this sadomasochistic playground duplex

(when a boy stumbles into an undead street bum
on his way to school and loses
both of his ankles in a painful way
it's a human rights issue)

the circle of city life is a fist fight in the dark
white blood cells clot any redemptive armistice
gynecologists hold hands
channeling whatever deity
will push for fertility funding
but the HMRI stand hasn't been plugged in for decades

those with cold hearts or private enclosed property
survive
though even sociopaths
end up as measurable casualties

Gunnar fidgets with the speed-o-meter
imagining round,
cupcake-like, untapped pairs of supple breasts
he licks summer's day milky frosting
from his charred ice cream cone

the sunlight's getting to him
its toxic impoverishment
coloring him the hue of hardship

Gunnar, formerly accused of being too lethargic
gets an eyeful of the dented park signs
the lack of streetlights, the literal absence of the 'grid'
the law defacement agents in the high grass

dead leaves on the runway ebb
and skid and drift into place
in a meringue shuffle to determine who inherits the Earth

is it the meek?
who starve for weeks?
or the mountain folk
who are used to the high altitude

Powerlines connect to spinal chords
'flip mode squad' is playing on abandoned satellite radio
next up is the debut album from Fallout Shelter Boy
called 'Cornucopia of the Folded Men and the Damned'

Dad rolls his sleeves up,
puts a new tire on our sedan
and we all row downward as fast as we can
to escape the tear gas juggernauts
with their judgement day accusations
and helium knuckle-punches
living underground will have its stifling physiology
but by god, we'll start a haven with a library

trunk full of condiments
like yellow corn, silver coins, bags of stale cous cous
and deer tusks sticking out by the license plate
so faded it might as well come off
(useless now, ain't it?)
two scarecrows in the backseat - decoys
to protect the itty-bitty ones
and redirect bad fortune

Journal Log 0483
daughter, intact
son, intact, but traumatized
grandparents, deceased
dad (Gunnar), numb
mom, left behind in Phoenix (survival unlikely)

families in the midst of all this carnage
how do they do it?
refuge must be hell's last lemonade stand
so we'll drive deep into tunnels
where the sun doesn't permit
yard sales, hardly

[High Voltage]

These Chicks put the P in King, they make me wanna Duck.
I'm talking about dumb sluts, Flaunting their Egg Foo Young Butts.
What The Fuck!!
They don't respect themselves. How can they respect you?
And when your money scatters,
They're sharing Poo-Poo Platters with the next dude.

[Abakus]

the next dude the one whos got his head screwed on
now im up in the clouds because my necks too long!
i best move on cos lifes about the rotations
of getting high when you ply your trade for low wages
i flow phrases with colgate cleanliness
my prose breaks into post haste sentences
now my soul craves emptiness
not cocaine benders with old age pensioners
im in a rollcage rendered as a crash test
dummy being summoned by the devil like a cashed cheque
funny how we never see the aspects of real life
its so hard to focus with a stone heart and steel mind

[High Voltage]

I feel blind!
The love we use to have is Ancient.
Full of thin Patience.
I like'em hot. But that bitch was Radiation.
Now my dick's a Bone Excavation.
We studied aviation.
But never took Flight.
We'd break nights,
Drinking shit that taste right,
Trying to cover up this fake life.

[e11even]

"take five." And i often do... as some drives need break lights.
Sometimes i sharpen to break knives... an ode to OJ's late wife.
I'm irate. Why? You'd rather have seventy 2's than my eight 9's.
i love my mad dog n' st. ide's... drunk binges across state lines.

[Certain]

I slug midgets who watch Dateline.
Fuck broadcast news,
my words live forever in the ink on the page.
And as I sink to malaise, I never once forget the wink of a maid.
Returning nervous gesticulations with incrimination as I shrink to the stage.

[e11even]

Drifting in rage.
The hulk in me is small, but ripples in waves.
Eclipsing my day, purple in tint, intending to stay.
But I must stay content, as contenders will prey.
Escaping a scapegoat agenda's ok...
but to utterly obliterate them when revenge is arranged?
Priceless. Fuck, leave em lifeless from the shit that i say...
Because, what is life if you can't live it YOUR WAY?!

[High Voltage]

Gotta make it a comfortable stay,
If your gonna play the game of life.
Or wallow in your own demise. Swallow the poison of your own devise.
Morning arrives.
Making Breakfast laced with Anti-Freeze.
You are your own worst Mechanic. Why do your breaks bleed?
Mistakes lead you towards a brick wall.
Perfect time for an engine stall.
Extension from falls, off never ending cliffs.
Paul Walters Drift. Grimm Reaper. My stalker exsist.
But I want my walker, kid! Still making moves at an old age.
Hulk Talk! Senior Citizens rage.

[e11even]

These hoes scoff at my citizen's cane...
Obliterated them bitches with limited range.
Schindler 's lisp was ridiculous! Why'd no one mention this gay
Piece of non-fiction.... was it cuz of human soap and cindered decay?
I know this shit is splintered n frayed, but fuck it...
I still laughed at him after I killed those women that day.

[High Voltage]

who gives a fuck when we can just pray for forgiveness.
go from rapist to blessed, in an instant.
confess to stringing crimes and killing infants.
to preaching the word of god.
earth spares the rod.
church helps killers do their job.
but i'm not gonna sob.
shit i just found jesus today.
copped me a slave.
now i beat my kids when they missbehave.
takin it back to the caves.
where my spear is sharp.
and next sunday, i'm killing every employee working at wal-mart...

[High Voltage]

Paul blart mall cop. All heart in my jots.
I'm the king of swinging my cock.
Flinging my crops. Stop drop and roll
There's a fire in my Soul ...

[Bladed Thesis]

mindfuck this, i shoot thru hedonists
circa 2006, crowned one of the few new school geniuses
underwent twice the persecution Jesus did
when i adopted a style part futile tedious and part Feudal Thesis sick!
i ruined weakened kids and you can be the next.
cosmos on my shoulders, asking atlas "do you even lift?"

[Exis]

Tears are tasted, bitch fuck them emotions
just come a bit closer and get severely wasted
I've my beer goggles on so what I see is amazin'
yet what appears often wrong
is you smeared with make up
I bet sober this dames image wouldn't catch my attention
contact won't be made with my straight vision
like the attachin' of lenses.

[Bladed Thesis]

it's time, the vision starts,
topaz colors and throwback cutters come alive and hit your heart.
ninja stampede of diamon prism darts,
their throwing skills: over open fields they'll splice an inch mark.
shogun lord of the flies and bizmark,
meets he whom the Titans discard, orbiting the battlelands whizzing lightning disc shards!

[High Voltage]

writing my discharge,
driving away after drinks at the bar.
i blinked hard. on the brink of becoming one with the buelevard.
eating glass shards, becoming part of the pavement.
the fork in the road is half poison. half enslavement.
~n~ pass the basin...they hating on a grander scale.
they slither more than salamander scales.
~n~ natural disasters never fail.

[e11even]

the dying only flail
with sounds n' waves never heard as if by a lonely whale.
The lowly prevail but only as the total rebel.
Exploding in hell, the lost, eternally of brimstones homey smell.
No croney will tell... although every dominator in pow'r's a dove in a swell.
...lost in tyranny... a corruption no sensation can quell...

[High Voltage]

can't be quelled, but maybe it can be quenched.
tighten up your loose screws with the oppositions wrench.
got a vision of corruptions stench. playing the park bench.
intentionally walking you towards a barbed wire fence.
you gotta let the men hench, and let the bitches bitch.
go for broke on a daily baisis while the richer get rich.