Posts Tagged ‘free’

mural

Rally around all you schizoid losers and deluded users

Know truly illusion, delusion, confusion

Take each step proudly like someone who knows their own mind

Eat the pill

Until DMT day dreams manifest fields of flame and compassionate atmospheres

Floating free on winds of self-satisfaction

Meeting with aliens in conspiracies of shadows

Depth sounded depravity echoes through cortex

Corrupts beautifully like a shot of purest thai white

A hit of heavenly torpor

Getting with the flow of what nobody knows

Panics of paranoia will not confabulate my deconstructed chic

Or make me feel weak

Lost or lonely

Don’t decay- I’m not dead yet

Don’t fade like evening light

Let my neurons settle and be in each moment

Let my spine align in perfect posture

Focus on the good stuff

Let the bad thoughts pass by.

 

out-of-the-web

Things looking a bit cleaner

Thanks to my mate

Piggelies running across the floor

Chasing after the fresh prime vegetables.

They’re the fresh prime crew

Cat cage, speakers, computer existing by inches

Desk, couch, bedding, cushion just being there silently

Printer, pussycat, hay bag

This is the kingdom of the piggely king

A mean cat

A grumpy black and white cat

But a proud and beautiful cat

Piggely cage

Lovely piggelies popcorning happily

Getting into each moment mindfully

Feeling less afraid

Breathing slowly from the diaphragm

Piggelie time

Let the piggelies run free

Get in amongst it

Let the piggelies run free

Pack it up over the sky

Waving one hand high

lonelyperson
Fuck this shit
I like women
Women don’t like me
It’s a conundrum
A paradox
Who the fuck wants to fuck a middle-aged fat bastard
Who the fuck wants to cuddle up to someone sweaty, bloated and pointless
How much longer will I self-destruct:
For love
For the sake of pain
For madness
For joy
For kicks
For blitzkrieg insanity
For lack of a good woman

I like women
Women don’t like me
I am:
Too fat
Too lonely
Too desperate
Too maudlin
Too pathetic
Too weird
Too stoned
Too drunk
So I have another beer
And I have another cigarette
I have another cone
Occasionally I have a shot
And exude infinite soul-longing for silent death-bliss
Which will come on like a shot of smack and euthanize my emptiness
And set me free to roam the realm of Spirits
With angel’s wings

most-beatiful-women-08

The bush eats a woman and a maggot full of blood
Dead beaten body murdered for love
Eyes on the pus and the crack of the bone
Never will, ever will be so alone

Dead to the world and dead to all thought
Dead to the oceans of pain that she felt
Now she is empty but also free
Nothing but a vapour on the menacing sea

The bush eats a woman and a maggot full of blood
Ready for, ready for, horny for love
Dead broken bodies on a moribund street
Pain for salvation so slutty you must eat

Heads shaped so holy to scrape against God
Harridan half-steps in search of being odd
Half eaten monsters lurk inside your brain
It can never, it can never, it can never be the same

Sylvia, Anne, rot with me now
So the body tells the body it is dying somehow
Rape me in the moonlight with penetrating bone
No I’ve never, no I’ve never felt so alone

lunatic

Don’t cry, little sister
‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’
They’re going to put the one percent in hospital to rot and fill them full of antipsychotics
They’re going to arrest all bankers and make business men wear clown-suits
They’re going to drop acid in Tony Abbot’s beer

‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’
They say: ‘Purple rhinocerous bows to Buddha in a sunlit Sunday ceremony’
They say: ‘Roar like a dinosaur in jet-black dildo afternoon’
They say: ‘Green vomits slug creatures are crawling through my brain’
They say: ‘Beat your meat in sacred halls and behind toilet doors’

They say: ‘Let loose your inner Wookie’
They say: ‘Let your freak flag fly’
They say: ‘The only drug problem I have is not enough drugs’
They say: ‘Put ASIO on trial and sentence John Howard to life for war crimes’

They say: ‘Legalize all drugs and give addicts government subsidised jobs’
They say: ‘Nick Cave for prime minister’
They say: ‘The opposite of addiction is connection’
They say: ‘Golden dog turds in urine soup’

They say: ‘Free the weed man’
They say: ‘Kill the pigs and smash the state’
They say : ‘Channel the holy spirit of Rimbaud, Blake and Ginsberg’
They say: ‘Dismantle the military industrial complex and fold it into a metal origami’

They say: ‘I’m gonna get high till the day I die’
They say: ‘Om mani padmi hum’
They say: ‘Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me a sinner’
They say: ‘Maranatha’
They say: ‘Screen the police force for authoritarian personalities’

They say: ‘Suck sausages made from flagrant dingo gonads’
They say: ‘Give the blackfellas back their land and stop using coal’
They say: ‘Go dance in the sun-dappled gum trees of the south-west on ecstasy’
They say: ‘Grow opium and weed in the hills around Perth’

Don’t cry little sister
‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’