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Doodling
06:10
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Often times Ill sit up at night and think about all of the horrible
Things I've done...in my life
Stack them straight, I capitulate, satan must think I'm wasting his fucking time...and mine
Leave me to my simple ways be-
Fore the stack requires braces
Am I this obvious ominous obelisk
Lost in its comically cosmical shadow?
Gluttony, lusting, everyones humping
Fattening planet is grinding it's axis
I love pizza, it's the greatest
That's how advertising trained us
no more slack for me to cut (Your)
village branded by my flood
Let loose an arrow of mercy and peace
Aimed at the mad man that spreads his disease
Dampening darkness blooms from his heart (A)
Warning to those who would take to the dark
Smiles displayed, the final wall of will power decayed
It's bricks push apart with roots of new life.
The Festering bulge whimsically discards cities, a fleck of fat flung from two razor sharp incisors
All the while, the humdrum murmur-buzz of insects circle the kill.
And now, with stomach distended the beasts feet flatten flowers on his path back up the hill,
Mr. bumble bee's stinger folds against the beasts hardened shell
Its frantic little heart beat spells
H-E-L-L
Who are you?
Who am I?
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14 billion years
finally we arrive
crude and violent
Small yet virulent
Power hungry
God, we're ugly
Eat your neighbors mass
Building muscle fast
Hills erupt primordial vulgarities we used to be
Colored mud and dried by sun but not a glint of reasoning
Here come the humans
We
Love the burning orb
Crush defiant skulls
See your reflection
In a lake and pause
"Who is this man?"
"For what doth he want?"
Nevermind that voice
Back to crushing skulls...
Psychotropic glossolalia
Broke the silence, now we're who we are
Pupils bloom black spades, digging the skies for specks of light; smoldering memories of worlds we will never know. The machinery cradling our prosperity is leaking what looks a lot like blood onto the last of the pretty pictures. Cities burp the acrid smoke of progress in the wrong direction as our hero's fingers slip from their grip on a conveniently oiled ladder rung.
And destruction spilling right over the
side, why don't we just step outside,
we're brandishing all but our
hearts, why don't we just step out
side, breathtaking beauty aside
This is where all life resides
So you
line up, waiting for your turn to
slide, two of your fingers in
side her, drinking the breath from her
cries, sucking the film from this
Rock, we're coloring green and blue
black, this we can never turn back.
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Jeff Conner Baltimore, Maryland
Eccentric weirdo with a Grunge core.
Jazz, Metal, Oldies, Prog, Classical, Hip Hop, Reggae, Avante-Garde, pre 1980
Country, the list goes on.
Health & Wellness, Alchemy, The Occult, Regenerative Agriculture, Nature, Psychedelics, Fitness, Art, Meat, and Wild Women.
Check my new psych rock band I sing for, Crooked Plants, and old project I toured with in my 20's, Eat Your Neighbors.
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