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Heavy Experimental Metal - 17369 - 01-04-2011
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Hospial Bomber - Heavy Heavy Low Low
Je Suis Ãme Solitaire
I wish I could feel so smitten; Feel a joy above an audible chuckle.
Customary Impurity
I climbed over the tree. I climbed over the fence to a cemetary. I mean our cemetary. High on PCP. Knuckle deep in what little left there is of me. Tears stream down my face, and I whimper on your grave; straddling your grave. The chill penetrates but stimulates and fills me. A train rolls passed and shakes the corpses in their caskets drowning out my hoarse and hungry howls. Cum while I cut myself, and then I fall asleep. Visions of your sunken eyes and purple lips between my swollen thighs eating at the better part of me.
Meat Hole
Is this real? Is this even real? No one above me; I am below me. Gravel and bone. Am I smiling? Have I grasped the situation? I put my hand on my neck in a position where I can feel my pulse on my fingers. A strange sense of sadness passes over me, starting from my head, to my toes. I start to grab at my chest, and I feel everything burst. My skin in hellfire; my body on Earth. Choking on sorrys for the people who made me.
We Incompetent Sperm
She changed the way I thought of awkward situations when I met the eyes of an arid woman, mayonnaise hair, soaked in piss, gumming on the seat before her; she shifts her leg. With breath of cat food and eyes as sad as the punished infant, she leans in my direction. "I've been thinking about how things that always made sense before just kind of stopped altogether when I inherited my terrible condition. Now I can't stop thinking about sun and paper and other things a woman my age shouldn't be thinking about. And it makes my stomach rot." I guess what I'm trying to say is lose yourself as soon as possible, before you can't even tell if its something. And you get stuck, 'cause I'm stuck. And it doesn't feel good, but it doesn't feel bad either, and I can't do anything about it, but just sit here and fall apart.
Heavy Experimental Metal - 17369 - 01-04-2011
Five minutes of music unparalleled in originality. Very technical. The lyrics are literal hallucinations of schizophrenia exacerbated by drug use.
Heavy Experimental Metal - 17369 - 02-04-2011
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Please, That Bitch will outlive us All
"Why are we still sneaking behind the backs of people we don't love anymore? We don't love them anymore. Because I am so sick of living in a bone dry marriage. I don't even know what the **** I'm thinking anymore. My kid's a ******* pervert; he smears cum on the computer keys. My husband, a money-grubbing, pill-eating cheat. But I can't say I don't pop them too though. When I feel ******* sick, I feel ******* sick. Now that my garden's dried up, what do I have to live for? Where is the man of my dreams? Where's the cornucopia feast? The cherry red convertible. I won't ride the wings of my cockroach mother. I'm too young to die inside."
Heavy Experimental Metal - 17369 - 02-04-2011
3000, 100 points, 100pts, Gummy Octopi
Always, always, always, always, we breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation. Something always seems to make it's way in, and I end up looking paranoid. I call them out. You can call them out. See if they listen. They never do. Something always seems to make it's way in. Bad case of day dreams; I don't mind. I do not mind. I will pick on the tree of life all day, every day. I just need to take a breath and realize that I've got a very big problem. Chapped lips unhinge, I'm losing my friends, I need a break from living older.