It Licked His Face

I think that I'll try
Something the kids call "fashion"
I'll wash all the dishes
Fill the kitchen sink up with soap
Then I'll open up the sauce
Smear it across my healthy face
And laugh for an hour
At this new trend I've created

Now its burning just a bit
And I can't hear the sounds
Of those people rushing in
To catch a glimpse of light

Then I pull on the plug
Watch the water travel down the drain
How well this scene
Fits the present going movement
I itch for a minute
As hairs crawl across the arms
Churning out empty pores
Just as the skin turns into slime

Now its burning just a bit
And I can't hear the sounds
Of those people rushing in
To catch a glimpse of light

By the by, would you be
Interested in the shade
Something to hide you when
The sun becomes to much to bare
Oh and I dropped the glass
Spilled the milk all in the room
But they say I shouldn't cry
Because people forget all to soon

Now its burning just a bit
And I can't hear the sounds
Of those people rushing in
To catch a glimpse of light

Christopher Robin

Yes trust
Trust this stranger
It leads
It leads you into abscence
Where have you gone
Been missing for ten days
And family is crying
Will justice be served

So run to where you can
He begins to force his hands
The skin touches skin
This terror lives within

We believe
That nothing happens to us
To secure
Is less than perfect
A victim of defects
Why can't we protect
The innocence of life
So full of shit inside

So run to where you can
He begins to force his hands
The skin touches skin
This terror lives within

I will never see you again
I remember holding your hand
So oblivious to this world
Now run from me

Run

Now you're gone
And it can't change
I shouldn't have screamed
All those hateful things at you
I blame myself
For this
As I break down
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The Porcelain Cousin

Around the time of the revolutionary war, me and my cousin were celebrating our birthdays that same year. Of course, he was much older than me, but I soon began catching up to him in years. I believe this happened because my parents loved me a lot more than his parents loved him, but thats neither here nor there. For such a long time I had wanted to make a porcelain version of myself, to see if it could pass off as the real me. Unfortunately my family did not have much wealth at the time, so I had no way to afford the gadgets and supernatural holographic wizards that could help me construct my pale being. I had mentioned this idea briefly to my cousin, and I assume that he thought it was a grand idea. His family was rich in the financial area so he would ask me over everyday, with helpers that would build this monstrosity, to get the perfect ideas of a liking of him in porcelain. Months went by even a few weeks even, even, even, even.........Even if I were your father I could not support this family with the way you live. All your materialistic shams and fake smiles. I cannot take it anymooooooooooooooore........oh, sorry I trailed off. So finally the porcelain cousin was complete. To test our product, we set the porcelain cousin out near his house as if he were doing his normal chores for the day. His mother came outside to bring him a nice glass of cold tea, and upon seeing that he had no response to her she quickly began to panic. She ran back into the house to call his father. While she was in the house some kids came up near the porcelain cousin with a football, stating that they were ready to play. They called out to the porcelain cousin loudly saying, "CATCH!!" His mother frantically ran out of the house while his father trailed behind, slowly. There went the ball closer and closer towards the porcelain cousin, until, WHAM! The football smashed right into the face of the porcelain cousin, completely destroying its face. His mother stopped and looked in horror at what happened, as we were laughing and laughing. The surprising thing is that his father was laughing as well. The other kids that had threw the football quickly ran off crying. One of them fell and scraped up their left elbow and forehead up pretty bad. I'm pretty sure veins could be touched from lack of skin. Anyways, as the mother began running to hold her "son", so she thought (snickers under breath), the whole thing slowly began to tip over. It seemed to be in slow motion, as his mother ran to catch him, but it was too late. The porcelain cousin shattered into little pieces on the dirt groundbelow. The father, laughed harder at this site. The mother began picking up the little pieces of her "son" and soon passed out. We ran from the bushes and pointed at his mom and began laughing and laughing. When we realized she had no response, we rushed her to the hospital. She suffered a heart attack, a stroke and has been in a coma for the past 675 years. I'll never forget the look on my cousins face after seeing what happened to his mother, and I'll never forget the words he said, because it struck my heart like a knife, "Damn!! Now we gotta spend 5 more months making another one of these porcelain cousins."

Above a Misconcepted Vision

We can take our turns as much as we like, but it all comes down to the same thing in the end, we are mistakes. Crafted so well, to be a servant of perfection and to be forever in praise to our creator. We were given a beautiful world, full of life, freedom, and no worries. Our decision was to kindly brush it all away. I take the side of the rest of our world though. We can't begin to correct what has already been made. A distinction between goals and division that we cannot pretend to live through any more than what we've put in actions. Bound to repeat everything that we once lived, because we never learn from what we know will happen again in our lives. And such is our creator, high above us, looking down on the landscape; his vision, purity, which quickly became a misconception by the very free will given to us. Taking granted, the things we need cherish the most, and never showing concern or care. Welcome to your world, welcome to everything you wished for. I have my justice in killing those who kill others. Where is yours?

Dack Tole

Rectilavu, semon blue cen; intok roul? Aswish a eniow anw abeee naot walod w. Consue dale comfueteswanesoilay. A bucke ando now we sha. Eniow anw semon can detosh ven anw and mouw. We sellwin devoer aver alco sha ando camo? Dack tole, Dack tole. Abenvoi nevol vkwo ednow2 dbwl;a dbw akwow, dour; zyehzo. Dack tole, Dack tole. Meconsiw anwoq, wheioa, andiwoa. A bucke ando now we sha. Toufn etsch indegio ameniz demancos. Dack Tole, Dack tole.

Translation: Apparantly, the people revolt; but what for? Our security is most important to us. Consulting the majesty of it all would not suffice to the most gentle of our spectators. A buck, we pay for shame. Even now we people that call upon our mothers to pick us up the days we fall, must not shut one eye. We devour all the pretenses falsely, but do we reconsile the differences? I am but a man, I am but a man. Come now and we shall greet the opposites of ourselves, willingly with fragile grace, and whose shame shall face the ground in the end; our narrow value. I am but a man, I am but a man. In consciencse, my inability to comprehend is the key to failure. A buck, we pay for shame. Never again will we be able to ingest such realistic favors for those who demand so much of us. I am but a man, I am but a man.

Welcome

This is mine. Don't eat too much of it for now. I need it for later.