- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bast anybody for some collaborative poetry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cthulu buh - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic forsake stagnant moat rope bridge planks rotten rats have frayed fleeing in fear of ruins aglow - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mr Flibbles tiny boats floating past the ghosts of lives forgotten goddamnit that sucked - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic I ll grab a C Plus from the fridge and start again shit who unplugged the fridge - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mr Flibbles who knows ask the maytag man he s got nothing better to do when the fridge explodes - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic just waiting by the phone like me jane will never call and return my cd s - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (let s try that again shall we ) (maestro from the top) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic forsake stagnant moat rope bridge planks rotten rats have frayed fleeing in fear of ruins aglow - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bast stones fall prostrate themselves in fear before eternity things crumble kindly saves the ivy the trouble - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Happyfish only sign of persistence a sweet smell of rot the algae is winning but the water cares not - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic upholding its verdent veil battering rams & horseshoes primaeval playground underneath the slimy sheet - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bast the ooze of life that s better left forgotten it slides its way between unwilling toes no horror this but rather evolution and what we wish were never born it grows - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic in flux it flows one minute you re King the next Unknown - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bast it doesn t understand the way you talk like you were someone its god is in the lichen and its priests are maggot born - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic eating the excommunicated then polishing the bones stranded in stasis imagining the next oasis - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Silver Angel Listen to hear the continual rumble Or destruction consummation change The scent fills your nose Of death of rebirth I have come here to find my past To see it all fall away Now if I left My future would eat me whole And leave me as bleached as these bones - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic the past is dead the future can t be stirred from bed I sit up alone feeling my design the sockets in my head Enslaved from conception must teach myself how to rattle these chains imitation works best it taught me my first steps - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Silver Angel and here and here in this birthplace graveyard where no children would go the life streches o u t w a r d the green moss the brown water the maggots and the flies the rats pause and all stare beauty beauty in the rubble and decay Light light filters in and shines off the shells and eyes and stones and shadows of my heart - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Weird covered by mother nature the mother of all nature escapes from the bustling city noises of heartbreak anger and confusion a blanket of peace touches each stone shadow light and life only to be disturbed (interlude) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Frazzle oh i wish i was a chicken a fat and juicy chicken i would romp and play all day PLUCK ME PLUCK ME buuuUuUUuuuuUU COCK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Happyfish I wish I were a jellyfish who could not fall down stairs (end of interlude) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Agnostic all the beauty s rumpled up inside my eyelid when closed like a sleeping bag it unrolls and is addicitive as Sunday mornings I can hunger for her singing admire his martial art as the vocal chord and kick squinting my false sight shut - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bast love is not the question - life in all its slime soaked forms is still peace glut yourself on the aspects frozen in decay and ask yourself if you still want to exist - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Silver Angel I awake I awake from my sleepwalk life and the lazy rays carress my bones through these layers I use to hide and I lower myself into the mud into the water into the dust of man I came from to let my eyes rise to the heavens