[like new]
covered in chocolate and slightly baked; still seem so haunted by the memory of taste; lewd and quite dangerous, diseased and contagious; who's come to rape and whos here to save us?

[nice]
del mar & ole vista in SC...an old man and an equally old woman making out at a bus stop...he cop's a feel...he actually grabbed her boob! i am stunned...awed...he has a wicked grin on his face...see's me, watching at the light...smiles wider, and winks ;)


niiiiiiiiiice!

ah cha cha cha chaaa...

INTERNATIONAL THINKING AT ITS BEST!

Question:What is the truest definition of Globalization?
Answer:Princess Diana's death.

Question:How come?
Answer:An English princess
with an Egyptian boyfriend
crashes in a French tunnel,
driving a German car
with a Dutch engine,
driven by a Belgian who was drunk
on Scottish whisky,
followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,
on Japanese motorcycles;
treated by an American doctor,
using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by an American,
using Bill Gates's technology,
and you're probably reading this on your computer,
that uses Taiwanese chips,
and a Korean monitor,
assembled by Bangladeshi workers
in a Singapore plant,
transported by Indian lorry-drivers,
hijacked by Indonesians,
unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,
and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....
That, my friends, is Globalization

piddle in the puddle of the OP continental
cut a cold cool patch of skin
watch your future burn on the screen
cant imagine what you want these days
did i imagine everything?
fucked and left for dead on a hi-way
drown 2 feet deep in a kiddie-pool
take these pictures as memories
play the fool; you are the lead

severed from mommy's arms
paint with blood to show its real
detach mis-appropriated love
couldnt love her; couldnt feel
strike a pose and make it so
make believe its just birds and girls
battered brain in a road-side drain of sewage
youve won the world; now what'll do with it?

this flesh is wearing out on me
these wounds will not heal unless clean
no bitter words could mean a thing
save me from my heroine...

touch down womb bathed in perfume
no, no where to celebrate, but away from you...from me
too true and yet so far at sea
back room lust, rowing away from the godly trust

cant baby sleep tonight on the chair
mother runs her skeleton fingers through its hair
drowned out like all those obscene images,
daddy's ideas' flushed down her toilet

who is the shadow in the light?
when we ask, then the "where" scares off the broken-down pair

watch, don't think
dream, not drown
think with drink
die, dont try

hollow minds clean away the cob web trust
condensed trailer mass on sundays
TV trivia tells us where and when to crumble
infants scream silent tales of harbouring injustice

crawl to my insinuations.
run to my Fascist watch
skip to this ludicrous disaster
fall for the junk food hypno-touch

does he/she love you?
most likely not
how could they love you?
out of the billions of people...you are a frog...lost and tossed

a pointless piece of meat wont matter
it is all about sex and the scene
told you once, go fuck your mother,
fuck your cousin....fuck yourself ... fuck any one you can.

tommorw could be your last day
most likely you should have never been born
just a waste and useless space,
couldnt stop from being born