SubMission:
Me and Mine
Yeah, so me and Solitude were alienating everyone around us (as usual), and we decided to get
our lame asses out of the ditch, and go see some of out REAL friends; but then Solitude started
whining about never having any time to herself, so I left her at home and went to get high with
Blame. We stayed out all night with Crackfiend and Insomniac, and had a rockin’ good time ‘til
Blame told Crackfiend she wouldn’t twitch so much if she wasn’t, you know... addicted to crack.
she tried to kick Blame’s ass, I got in the way, because I could see Animosity walking up the
street, and at the end Crackfiend was so fucked up by the entire thing she had to go smoke
some rock.
I turned to Guilt, who had just shown up, and she began to tell me that this fight was all
my fault, that i was the cunt here, so i told her to fuck off. (me and Blame can NEVER get along, the
bitch). So I ran off to Mexico with Guru.
She wanted to ‘shroom, I asked her if she knew Psilocybin, yeah, so we went to his
house, and got what we needed, yeah! Freedom was in the city, somewhere, but I always seem
to miss her by THAT MUCH, you know? Anyway, Guru got a little too philosophical on me, I told her
that she was beginning to remind me of Zealot, and she told me to go find myself (as if I were
lost) I was too high to piss about it. Luckily, Cop-Out showed up, and I drove to Indiana with her,
We walked into Woolworth’s (the last one left, may I add) and, holy mackerel, there Batman,
Robin, and Pedophile. They always hang out in those small, country places. After buying some
‘cola’, and picking up Entertainment (who brought Tag-along, god knows why), we went to a
punk-rock show. Angry Band was playing, ya hoo, but then in walks Burn-Out and Beer-Gut, those
motherfuckers started saying smack about us chicks, we get pissed, I spit, Cop-Out leaves,
Entertainment made a snide joke, and Tag-Along just spilled the bong. I walked off, saw this kid,
Ex-Lover, grabbed his ass, and we decided to go see Lust. We invited Fornification (my dear, good
nemesis), and the rest is for your imagination.
- Hadassah
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"why the sky fell"
Torture Vulture swines wine
enforced eugenics is your crime
militia bitches’
birthing twitches
white devour hour
fades to black.
(how many pieces do you lack?)
plan this child in a vat.
join the band
mind your klan
surge with power
cheeks blood flower
automobiles leave scarring weals
changing economy
Apocalypse Astronomy
brains of trust
join dust.
anoint Agag with a sword.
tiny thighs
birthing eyes
child of light
child of darkness
child trussed up in a harness.
American carrot hymn
terrible cherubim.
divebombing Azrael
the seventh bell begins to knell.
- Mark Cicero
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