dripping pitch.

everything that keeps me together is falling apart
i've got this thing that i consider my only art
of fucking people over
my dad just quit the job says he's going out to find blind spots
and he'll do it
the third planet is sure that they're being watched
by an eye in the sky that can't be stopped
when you get to the promised land
you're gonna shake that eyes hand

a third had just been made
and we were swimming in the water
didn't know then; was it a son, was it a daughter?
when it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
around in the water - in the oceans - in our bodies
now another had been found; another ocean on the planet
given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
and how the universe is shaped exactly like the Earth
if you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were

your heart felt good
it was dripping pitch and made of wood
and your hands and knees
felt cold and wet on the grass to me
outside naked, shivering looking blue
from the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon

and that's how the world began
and that's how the world will end
Unknown "[dive]studios" Purring - 15 years, 5 months, 24 days ago

how to call a bluff.

lonely.. stubborn and complacent
you have insisted on leaving me here
writing the same song i started last year
lovely conjunctions and phrases
plays on a few words that you never meant
i must have misread all of the signals that you never sent

it's a bitter sweet life, and it's leaving me a-ok
a bitter sweet life
..i have loved and lost my heart along the way

maybe i could still hold you
or you could call if you feel so inclined
please take your time locating whatever you're trying to find
maybe it's time to let go
but i'm too scared and so unprepared
how do i forget every moment in time that we shared

i'm calling your bluff
i have toyed with the idea of burning your stuff
this is so rough
and it's as if deserting me wasn't enough
well i've had enough


Unknown "[dive]studios" Purring - 15 years, 8 months, 5 days ago

Dammit I'm Mad (a palindrome)

Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.

Unknown "[dive]studios" Purring - 15 years, 8 months, 5 days ago

Friedrich Nietzsche was against the whole idea of philanthropy, of giving, of helping people. He was against what he called "the weak" sponging off "the strong."





What a tool.


Unknown "[dive]studios" Purring - 15 years, 8 months, 5 days ago

.:empire:.

if I had my own world
I'd fill it with wealth and desire
a glorious past to admire
and voices of kids out walking dogs
birds, planes, cleanest cars

if I had my own world
I'd love it for all that's inside it
there'd be no more wars, death or riots
there'd be no more police, packed-parking lots
guns, bombs sounding off

if I had my own world
I'd show you the life that's inside it
the way that it glows when you find it
the way it survives with its families
friends or its enemies

if I had my own world
I'd build you an empire
from here to the far lands
to spread love like violence

Unknown "[dive]studios" Purring - 15 years, 11 months ago