And Tigers And tigers leap on moon On whatevers left, a nation, a cognition, Cocaine-kid, whores devoid of cordiality, Mozart

devoid of enchantment moving down a little gray tune down the ninth lane of forever, skies have spilled over all thats unimbibable and beat. The clock shall get us all Miles away, burning badlands grin at What we have made of ourselves. .... I hear my lady friends talking to their lady friends on men they scalped and left out cold because they needed them like they need their mothers. The whole concept is sickening. And then i hear from my male friends fiddling with drugs and the notion of suicide because my lady friends or their friends have scalped them and left them out cold because they needed them like they needed their mothers. Ive been through this whole deal and it does feel like shit. Apparently, needing your women like you need your mom is a bad thing. And most of these women end up with rich round men who need them like they needed their toys and not like they needed their moms.

.... There are so many stupid people in the world that i never feel bad when im lonely. And whats worse, these are cowards who shall never have the guts to go all the way for what they want; they choose to moan and wail and cry and believe in the magic cure instead Id rather be alone and drink alone That way i can laugh with the gods and the furniture, set nights on fire and walk through it and drink wars and famines down and make life and death tremble at me without having to give a shit. ... There are times when it seems like all the damnation of the world has been heaped on you even stars start resembling starfishes and everything that moves look like terrible monsters sticking their heads up from the cesspool of nightmares

stuck in doom, bells of doom tolling one big madhouse that the world is going to the nasty dogs. Its easy for the believers of God who writes all prescriptions for the soul in stone and for the worshippers of placid sanity to find a way out. And then there are the ones who finds salvation in flesh. Its not that tough for them either. That leaves us with you and me And now that weve established our cluelessness Lets just drink to our doom and stop looking for clues or for light. Theyll come if they are to. Well, at least the worlds not running out of booze. ...

Theres something sinister following me Theres something fucked-up hollowing me out Its written in the doors in the roofs and floors Its tattooed on the tits of thick meaty whores But whenever i try to read it goes poof! My lifes going to the dogs and the dogs say woof! Theres nothing i can do but resign to fate So I eat drink sleep and masturbate.

..... The unlearning of the soul Senses and cognition winding up and coiling back Like a foul slippery mass gripped by rave Strange shapes and dimensions beyond What youve been taught to identify Its a happy world Rain on arid lands after a thousand years of thirst Hills and valleys crawling out of the brain Storms howl through decimated cities Your defeat belongs to all now You are godless in heat now And nothing matters Lost sailors make compass out of rainbow of dreams Clowns scare little girls to oblivion Reptiles shake off slumber New bride engulfed in smoke Bridges shooting off guts of another demon Another verse of dreams Heroes sweating behind venetian blinds This world has been shattered by earthquakes and madness This world is sinking in pits of reckless pink ennui.

Pack up, fast Its time to run beyond this And into the heart of Empires of gold Itll be a long smooth drive through moonlight. ... Watermelon of lawless life big round and red Outside, theres pure madness Days and nights on fire People busy fighting and dying People busy knifing and gunning and flowers busy blooming against the sun. In hills and forests men women and kids spread out, settle conquer, build, fuck, kill, and do loads of shit to stick around between borning and dying. Watermelon of life, i press its tender flesh with my tongue and teeth and i squeeze and suck the juice into my system to derive nourishment i spit the seeds out. ... This horror-show of commercial compunctions That show us the dreams and not nightmares This great veneration of sugary lies and betrayal That makes toothless tigers and paper-dragons out of us Is good because without it being here I wont have much to fight against. Bullshit, Do you think im enjoying this having-to-fight? Id rather do nothing and drink and fuck With my cock inside the juiciest of all pussies Or else with a cockroach fluttering inside my mouth. ... Sad heart like sad cherry ripped in cruel cold Sad like dead elephants on red mountains The unbearable pain of profanity dripping from Snot-rugs and red puke in bathroom beating dawn Rain beating windshields howling one true world That rings in Utopia and Dystopia of deadland dead mayhem Our movements recall earnest thoughts and Our wants recall earliest needs the contact with The self, the repairing of television, noses Broken by angry fists angry gods lashing out At the protagonist of this play as i Count stars and try to remember their names

All education and therapy and zen and yoga And selling of lingerie and polka-dot romance By moonlight sunlight candlelight all light dims As singsong policemen beat tired madmen off the sidewalks this stupidity of people breeding more stupid people and not thinking of volcanoes, solitude, Rembrandt is getting to the depth of perception and eating it out like slow maggots in terrific action like happenings in theatres of the absurd where no one has any clue and all nods and claps. All art is horseshit. Id rather fuck and booze and dope. ...

Only the burning and the truly burnt Keeps silent about the great sadness of the world While the others speak of it. because theyre living through what the others can only imagine. .... This profound profanity of the masses Feeble in love and bitter in hatred Can destroy all and create none except more chaos And inane devastation. And the intellect is even weaker The only solution it can draw is through absolute obliteration. Its a game of stupid chances being played over and over again And no one seems to be getting bored of it. ...

Pugmarks of affliction for women Draws me closer To flesh Teethmarks on their shoulderblades Push me Towards death I wouldnt have been bothered by mortality had there not been other men alive and biting. ...

A storyboard for the rose: Blooms Booms Busts And lives another life As a cannonball Wrapped in dragonskin Waiting to get even with the sun. ... A storyboard for the puppets: Puppet-horse jumps Puppet clown dies Puppet-house on fire Puppet-master charred Puppets free Puppets frozen. .... A storyboard for subtle movements: Tenderly, breeze rolls through Dust flies Fingers clear dust from window panes And then the rain. ... atindriyo chakraborty