1. |
Bones of the Lip
01:44
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The old man we were studying began speaking of his god
We didn't need his faith
We were going to abort his child...
But the old man died and the child lived
And I morbidly wondered.
If the abomination in the womb would suckle its dead
father-mother's penis...
For five days the corpse was still with smell
except for the bloated abdomen which pulsed with life
- and on the sixth day - the child came...
My dear friend,
I can still hear the thing scream and howl
and suck the blood from my three companions...
And as I hid fast away and lost my senses...
I watched it comb their meat with its talons and
make webs of their intestines...
Now here I am... Safely tucked away...
I laugh, I cry, and the man in the next cell
Screams and gibbers of vampires...
I laugh, I cry, and I believe him...
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2. |
The Art of Veins
02:22
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The blade parts the tender flesh of my arm
I pull apart the flaps of skin - this gaping wound
is my easel...
Beneath the sky
Beneath the arches in the courtyard of a king
who is ill with black rot -
I paint an orgy of five bloated women and one dead dog...
A woman bites the meat of my arm-
She pulls and sucks and tears this wound
By teeth is my easel...
At midnight
By the light of candles in the chambers of a king
who is dead from the black rot...
I start to paint from the aureoles of the girl's nipples
I cover her entire body
And the scene of which I draw
is still fresh in my mind;
I paint an orgy of five bloated men
and one dead king...
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3. |
Mindbleeder
02:38
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Yes, I had a dream:
Desert sand as far as I could see and all around me
dead kangaroos jumping, and from their pouches emerged
their infants - bloated, expanding - leaking sludge
Beneath the burning sun
I stand amidst the mad dance of the beasts
and I had a machete
and I beheaded the frenzied creatures
But they continued to jump
Their open necks were like fountains
and I shed my cloths, to bathe...
Yes, I had another dream:
I was in a hospital in the maternity ward
I walked between rows of crying newborns
And from their mouths emerged snakes - bloated, expanding -
digesting rodents...
And beneath glaring lights stood the mushroom dragon
rearing its many heads
and I smiled and watched
As it plucked infants like grapes from vines...
...and it swallowed some whole and peeled others
with its human like hands...
...and the blackguard urinated and I shed my clothes to bathe...
I'm awake no longer dreaming
and I'm holding a rubber duck
that looks like a werewolf and his hair like a wild boar
and it is singing to me
and I'm standing ankle-deep in urine
and I am bathing...
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4. |
Divine Perversion
03:31
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Angels dressed in virgin white
Demons kill by candle light...
And a man enters a shop clad only in a trench coat
His thoughts are unclean
And amidst the stains of those who came before him
In his booth... His world
He caresses himself
to visions unpure...
Angels burn the virgin in white
Demons eat the remains by candle light...
And a man enters a church
clad only in a trench coat
His thoughts are unclean
And amidst the stars of angels
made of stone
In his world... His church
The priest caresses himself
and the penis of his altar boy...
At different angles the cross is wrong
and perversion will always be.
And a priest enters a shop
clad only in his collar
His thoughts are unpure
And amidst the stares of those who sit
and eat before him
In his hands... a large gun
He kills many
and he leaves...
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5. |
Guinea Man
03:29
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I remember needing the money
because I didn't have a home
And they needed a subject for an experiment
They paid me well... then put me to sleep
And I dreamt that someone held a flame
on the back of my legs - behind the knees - or so it felt
But the I remembered being knee-deep in venomous spiders
someone was just draining the pus...
And I dreamt that the flame moved to my groin
It felt as though someone was running a razor
along the underside of my penis...
But then I remembered the many injections
they made - just about my groin - thought I was healing...
But then my chest began to burn
It felt as thought many hands were prying it apart -
because they were...
"So much pus...", I heard someone say,
"This one's no good...", I heard another,
"Throw it away..."
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6. |
Untitled
01:23
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7. |
Aunt Farm
03:58
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At night, by candle light
She prays to a god who has no eyes to see with
and who has no ears to hear with, a god that does not exist...
My aunt prays, because she can't stop eating meat...
And she is beyond obese
Her flesh is like the hide
of a leprous hippo,
and still she prays to nothing
I watched her sew her mouth shut
Then minutes later she pulled out the stitches
to devour a glazed ham...
I remember when she had me lock her away without food...
After only two days she escaped
She devoured her neighbor's aged dog -
down to the grizzle
stripped to its bones...
I came up with a new way for my aunt to lose weight...
I painted her grotesque body
with a mixture of honey and sugar
and had her sit upon an anthill...
I realized there would be some pain,
but I never thought that the ants would cultivate her body
I never thought her tissues would be their soil...
Her flesh... their home...
(I've just returned from going mad, and I've kept the farm and finally, after all these years, my aunt is finally losing weight.)
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8. |
A Dark Winter Psalm
01:32
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My only child would not bathe
for one-hundred days...
Instead it hid in the woods
and ran with packs of wolves and necrophiles...
And I knelt to pray to "god" that I would
love his child too if he would return my only son
That's when the hunters came and raped me...
My only child returned some six months later
and it came back with wolves
and naked little girls
They locked themselves in the fruit cellar
and I begged him to come out
Yes, the bastard "god" returned my son - Yes! Yes, he did...
And that's when the hunters came out and raped me...
So now I obey the monster that is the father of my only son...
And I live by the idiocy of the woods' infinity...
That's when the hunters returned
And in the eve - we broke their flesh...
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9. |
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Dirty, filthy, foul... I must confess
This creature whom I live with... lives a mess!
And so I see this creature in front of me really,
who is the lesser beast?
Unbathed and souring
This creature who owns me lives in filth,
basking in a sty of bestial debauchery...
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10. |
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What's this?
Another creature appears
with its "self" in dirty hands and pressed against
my creature's backside, moving in, moving out
The grimy hands that rub my fur
now soaking wet - (swell my sex)
I must end this... Rid myself of this disgusting thing...
I crept into the softness of its bed
I smelled the foul aroma from its behind
I crouched closer and licked its crack of black and then...
I burrowed... I burrowed deep into this vile creature's
innards and I ate myself my first real meal in years!
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11. |
Untitled
00:22
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