The usual garden of indifference
Suits you just fine
The thinking monster fucks itself blind
Craving vodka razor blades
And artificial light
What did we get
Trying to sell all of ourselves
The gut marches on
Ripping into everything
That’s eaten and fake
Teeth like a bush rat
Face like a car crash
Brain in a shit vat
Seven eight billion whatever
Exploding and endless
Forgetting forgotten
And often on fire
You couldn’t leave this party if you tried
And so it goes on
Until it doesn't
There was movement
Before there wasn't
There was light here
Before there wasn't
With so many
So many objects on fire
Claiming all that
That hasn't and won't ever be mine
Nothing to worry about
If you just look away
Hit this three thousand degree
Burning curtains and hardwood
Teeth like a bush rat
Face like a car crash
Brain in a shit vat
Thirty two teeth
And two hundred bones
Too many
Exploding and endless
Forgetting forgotten
And often on fire
You couldn't quit this party if you tried
Nothing to worry about
If you just look away
One motherfucker says to another
Let's build a hospital to rip off the poor
The buildings already there and everyone is dying
He didn't have much to say back
How much money can we get
It was seven thirty and other people started to trickle in
Drinks with bitter herbs
No handshakes to avoid contagion
Nobody laughs
Only the two drunks laugh and they laugh too much
Twenty four hours later prowling around the room
Alone busy as a bee with immaculate gray hair
As the heat mist veiled the sun
And then darkness after that
With all the wickedness momentarily gone
Either retreating into dreams
Or flying around the earth looking for the next host
Thick panes of glass denying that its anything
But a glass house
I want to destroy all traces of the future
I want to make the past as though you streamed it on a screen
I want to make your present a hamster wheel exercise in keeping yourself alive
You only know you’re alive if you run
Run fucker run
We don't need to justify pain
We don't need to convince anyone
We picked up the rock that was California
Underneath the rock we saw millions of bugs scurrying around
Capital making itself known under the merciless sun
This is how the west was won
Some prisoners were kept alone
Some in their houses in dismal passionless space
The walls beaten by the long drawn caresses of wind
Foreshadowing unearthly extremes of suffering and madness
But also compassion
If you pick up the right rock
I don't know about you but I’m tired of picking up rocks
And putting them down again
The mossy foothills preempting cliffs
Burning triangles onto black and white film
Even though death is the ultimate rebellion I still want to live
And I’ll carry the plague with me
Everywhere that I go
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