this just take a few minutes know you're busy with your slack jaw buildin your bullshit castle foundation of mud and straw teaspoon of venom washed down with somethin sweet make sure you get it straight this is your fait accompli they verified the dating on your overlap carbon dating turned to dump the lodestone in the deepest drowning ocean calibrate that one while you backspin the planet slow the power of the silence the lightning makes my feet grow daddy's little bitch boy gonna leave you in the lurch all the bread of nuremberg couldn't clean what he's besmirched his ego's well over-stuffed too big for his brain make up for his tiny sword the secret of his shame for your remembraunce day week you flew in to visit your clown called me outside your hotel said you got pissed and passed out your new associates as shiny as can be every cheat needs an alibi with eddie on qt should've known when you changed your perfume your seductive scent forgotten you chose something more your style a fragrance vile and rotten there're a couple reasons be dumb enough to take you back all trumped by the one why i can't your daddy keeps an extinguisher stuffed right up his ass every time he speaks it's just retardant gas genetically he passed that on to your half-sister twin and twit you're a self-fulfilled prophecy completely full of shit some now speak of honour sour grapes you mumble take your selective memory with your conscience that you fumble now that wasn't so bad feels good to clear the air when it's time to divide the blame you can have my share some folks wait for godot i'm waiting for paul guitar's waiting to get picked up you're waiting to fall i'm here waiting for paul bassman's waiting for hash you're waiting for daddy's death so you can spend his cash i'm still waiting for paul drummer's waiting for sticks you're waiting to use someone that's how you get your kicks described you to cryptozoologists even they doubted you could exist said it was a pleasure to let you get away and they got really pissed dammit where the hell is paul something's been misunderstood today we celebrate you're finally gone for good

stupid people only feel pain only stupid people feel pain stupid people feel only pain that film liked me come closer so i can push you away i'm so glad the drugs are back why'd i ever give them up before i understand so much now but my whore knows so much more everyone's a piece of the tale of my times my wife my lover my mistress and my whore i caste you as one in a setting so fine peaking in your selfish genes i see you want more a cook a maid, neil says i need one don't mention friend that feeling's come undone remarks: Love is a virus of the mind. A person gets sick and infects somebody else. If immunity fails, the virus takes control and the infection becomes reciprocal. Attention: Not mutual, but reciprocal. Love is a disease symbiotically shared by 2 or more bodies. Of the 3 forms of symbiosis, mutualism assumes that all emotions are equally shared. Partners equally love or hate each other. The other forms are commensalism and parasitism. The latter being when one person misuses the other for their own benefit. Commensalism on the other hand is non-harmful exploitation of your loved one without making them suffer. One form of love can easily evolve into another. You fall in love and you start as perfect mutuals. Over time a certain degree of commensalism develops – on both sides. Finally you end up as mutual parasites.

'don't write to her write to me' and you fisted me in the chest that was playful in the stairwell where i'd picked you up and you wrapped me round said i could take you right then i did that's why i loved you you're impractical and thoughtless in joy just like zen 'ya do whatever you want, you're free' and i just keep hunting with you no i mean what else could be done we stalk prey pounce then we're together when when becomes when that's why i loved you you make bird noises you don't know in joy just like zen 'you're not goin to work come with me' and you pulled my arm from the streetcar after falling still falling whipped dressing for the artichokes not hearts no stem that's why i loved you there is nothing nothing is there in joy just like zen ya, do whatever you want you're free

what time dire evolved to dour bittersweet existence deftly turned sour our final bourne to be devoured to die with you in a venus basket of flowers say the song is the god musicman says it's us in our flower basket of venus black holes encroach the universe contracts upon us in our flower basket of venus hair blown in the ashen wind of the apocalyptic dust skyscrapers lay waste rubbles of rust the polar flip cannibals hunting us our refuge in a flower basket of venus faithless hope humanity's power starving depraved deprived we cower hopeless faith in a never-coming hour eternal embrace in a venus basket of flowers

twas our autumn night nigh on hallows' eve by sunrise we would take our leave it's all just a stage she my favourite drama queen too much make up can't make her final scene we drew our pact amongst cigarettes behind the castle wall beyond the minarets called me by my love name as we neared the door drank healthy drams as the highlander band roared some trees never fruit they bloom too soon always have that legendary night spent together in brigadoon shielded her through the crowd poised upon toes ignored the bubbles as the fever rose presented me a puzzle alas a single piece held aloft deify the barefoot priest an angel michael of wings bereft she duly charmed his heart her theft with dancing torch through secret passage led to a court rendezvous her idol at the head they scarred her body she begged for more swear i can still hear that highlander band roar began to unravel with the buffoon of no class persuaded her to swap her clever stallion for a completely stupid ass beguiled she be by the stump-legged witch convinced her twas a healthy switch thus we parted in our silence shroud she a rainstorm me a brooding cloud may the winds of providence blow fortune at her helm may the beauty she adores dwell in her realm now pass the venison and ale by your store off in the distance hear the highlander band roar

dead people call me in the dead of night just to chat about the weather and their sex lives surprising how verbose meteorological necrophiliacs can be i'm a very lazy man i know that's what you think what with all the lovely things for me to think packed inbetween all the sleep and all the drink she thinks she's so common but she's really bourgeois take a look around the people where you are how many sleep in a gold inlaid boudoir coming all in pride of righteous indignation the legacy of a fascist nation ignorance and fear feed the justice of impatience river of caramel, blueberry tree cruise the canyon of the imaginary pick your fruit, don't die til you're berried helicon's last muse, zeus struts in like a cock pirouettes the gauntlet to run the block hairless chest and mane, his music's symphonic rock

chocolate cookies ice cream mother's milk and a skateboard we know where you're hiding you can come out now find our love salmon blueberries maple syrup and ginger bubbles daddy's beard mr cat and magic ula sending signals to the aliens through seaside clouds ms economy's warned us we're a trifle too loud mafiosa seeks the mayor while citizens rest kill the police in repose i'm a creep at best from wordsworth to caulfield's children in the rye childhood must die tina shared her secrets with a voice so soft between the weeds and pills the ice cream she never bought mr wednesday on a trampoline bounced til he wet hisself tom old sport did the same incontinence in perfect health from hawking to newton's prism of my eye childhood must die two women named dorothy two more named margaret how they intrigued me i've not had one of those yet sushi chef's on a tricycle from hel he's gone while his wife waits wantonly with a waffle iron from darwin to benda's mitochondria childhood must die ula ula dying is a meme

every night can't see your face but you're in my dreams wanna hold your face wanna touch the line make you mine do you trust me are you scared don't be never heard you speak never heard your voice but you're in my dreams wanna hear you sing wanna make you scream make you mine do you trust me are you scared don't be you're just green bridges over blue water a reminder of something to swallow but she she's my path and it's her i will follow you're just black speedbumps in a golden mass a reminder of misery in which to wallow but she she's my path and it's her i will follow she satellites around me as i reflect upon the absurdity of love all that i've lost in that venture and won you're just emptiness i couldn't fill a reminder of love that was hollow but she she's my path and it's her i must follow

in my recluse mindin my way we saw each other pulled a double take i need to know everything you feel ya sure this's fun for me it's real could be your smile something in your eyes maybe it's that treasure stashed tween your thighs might be your heart or your twisted mind like i've been searchin finally i find you're no axe murderer i ain't no axe take off that dress lie down here and relax play you all sloppy like i do my guitar everything about you is perfect so far

remarks cont'd: The ultimate form of parasitism is when your loved one becomes merely your extended phenotype... Ueber-phenotype, if you like. You can get rid of the love virus, but it never leaves you the same person you were before. Love binds the infector and the infectee so that they reach a certain state of interpersonal balance. This homeostasis may mean any form of the aforementioned symbioses. Whenever the stability of the system deviates, it immediately starts looking for a new balance. Every point of this dynamic equilibrium is different than the previous one. It all ends when the system dies. Death isn’t (may or may not be) a form of balance. This death is human entropy. mr cucumber i stepped outside my box to wear the perfume of the enemy i questioned the intrinsic selfishness of my gene destiny blinking at the watchmaker toiling in the blind delusion fell in succession to a watch that kept no time i'm so glad the drugs're back why'd i ever give them up before i understand so much now but my whore knows so much more my wife's not a parasite, she's just not not one my lover is self-devouring algae scum my mistress replicates with a savage grace and my whore needs cash for her new face i know your feelings on abortion if we could just make it retroactive in your case i'm sure all parties'd be gleefully active

sabotage i cried someone's got inside ruthlessly conspired tactfully i liared my heart's in the right place i should know helped put it there other parts sort of out of space i might know but i don't care the notice in the writing written on the wall called for quiet calm complacency and you after all the clutter in the babel be my proud design the scourge of the cancer calls you to be mine prostitution follows coquetry you make me feel like when i feel when a slut makes me feel like a whore my bag ripped my film cut you're just the cut i needed sitting on the chair you broke not upon the floor weep down the receiver i'm looking left at what's right the truth like sobriety is an abstraction your eyes are out of sight she sleeps with vegetables just the cut i needed a hunter's hand curves generous a take in every give quarter-moon eyes squint laughing cheeks shine ripe and rise handless serve your flying hair and marble deed you just the cut i need believe i've finished all the grass sky's typically blue clouds in reeling pirouette an extra one for you you're just the cut i needed quick deep and sure unrequited love is an oxymoron