[EXIT REALITY IS GROWING:] PART 1
September 25, 2006, 01:38

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herself in the flesh grin
safe pasture in the glass sands
it’s quiet as a tire exploding
tar and a typhoon, rosemary and olive oil
keeping digging for the measure, it’s the giver of the world
shave and a haircut, two bits.
Divorced the symptom for the amorphous 
The cure was taken for the storks and left like old vaseline; salami in the rain.
And the dreams dried up like seeds for her cemetery witness
And no one is ever sure anymore now that time has shed it’s mane. 

"DO MY BEST TO TAKE DICTATION
UNTIL WE DIE OF BEST INTENTIONS.
I BLEW APART DEFEAT IN YOUR EYES.
THE AGE OF ENVY RETURNS.
TAKE UP THY SWORD AND SWALLOW THEE."
-ANON

{dawn}
Now I see the virgins halo 
Has driven to my end
Where I had just then began
Strip the temptress from my glance
Pour yourself another glass of great depression

Hear the wild poison
And dreams fed unto you
It’s that lonesome rendesvou 
That you’re tasting
Theres one more moonlight dance so stay To slay your demons

As thy auspicious mistress
Haunted freedoms long aghast
Swallowed every looking glass
Preyed on precious moments past
As her smoking barrels rasp the undernetting 

I’ve been swallowing every bullet 
Shot the soul inside of me
To rest my laurels in a beak of hemlock tea
And on your deathbed, they’ll be betting 
those bedbugs are going to bite
and for 21 sleepless years I saw the light
now this way I go..

I’m taking the long way back to paradise
Then I’m taking it all

Entwine yourself a rabid muse
To ease your own deceit
Impersonate your strange decay
Come on let’s lisp the night away

Escape is but the horrorshow
You’ve gotta Croak out the hymns of old
Tame the lion with a briar and a rose 
And from the temple they were howling...

I’m taking the long way back to paradise
Then I’m taking it all

and the venusians fell for a beauty mark
played the vulture star on a dixie harp
forgive the rhyme and reason 
Inside Her empty metal heart
be still for my au revoir…

And on your epitaph it read
I’m taking the long way back…

{midday}
And all the june sweeped its wings,
Beware his serpent bearer
I believe I’ll come in through the dead fog
And that means forever and won’t you too?
Just a fiddle for our design
Sometimes invite a jackal and charm out all the blood
Cheshire lunged, it’s a business fit for the next faust
And I’m begging you… whatever came of aquarius?
With a tranquil eye;
Broken, lonely china doll just a little bit lost in business
And chess piece, But how aren’t we.
Rip it apart because when my legs are stone
Rub royal the Lincoln mob; forge me.
Take me aside to the Countess Queen, 
And the Countess Queen read her tome to me:
“and I’d taken our paradigm
taken our batten eyed
taken all and spurred on mink.
And all maiden, Oui Oui Mercy.
Mimes in the reddle, and oh how fancy we meet
In cramped amputee, who can perfectly entertain my wheel
And I never dropped through a dry spell
And once the typhoons have yawned, the chapels are gone.”
-Rhymed the heartfelt eye. 
And we happened off on the long way home.

{sundown}
Ride heed take wrong verse eat
The nouns of a seed, the teeth of a masterpiece
Taken from me, take them from he
Pass the bra, child blond
Last the foul, slime speed
The sash has gone, the taft hath flown away
Forgiveness me, all dice read again
Whence all plights all bled the hall (whispered of)
Waken my eyes, breaken my ties, taken my wives
And I won’t bid anymore.
tisk tall, sake seam
I bought thee at epoch end temple, till I spill out the waist in weeds.
Drink alittle bit more, tell me about me.
It’s the graveyard dirt, the prussian gown 
They all break, break, break
With a dime in the best well
Or a rice paper death knell
It’s the lost sirens of Babylon
Should be about time for the sores to catfish.
And we’d all die for the taste of nothing. 

And it’s a mine nine way
And it’s a buy blind dame
I thought I’d tame casino sultry spines for you
And that’s a pretty shame, the banshees howl for you
I thought I’d take the tongues of 40 mouths for you
And boil the golden cows to swedish crowns for you
A long time style, guide to connect the dites 
Lights to spike the white of their eyes
Defy the sea just alittle more, 
must know what the white heat is slaving for 
Bellow the gull, spear the bull 
Open the golden beauty
Focus the hunger netting
They say the hand learns to reach from the master
That’s all I want…17 dreams at the rival claw.
Strap me down town to the ticking time-bomb
Lynch my likeness to the creeping calm 
Pinch every polka doll back to lover in law
And go home with another cough
Where’s that mood I always see?
Mule white and sister-fied
Who of the mystery girls will make it out alive?

At petty guise, lunge preaching out
I’d be the same and I’d never be the same
You kissed the throne, all tuckered out 
You might as well match into the bridge 
Wider rings, I’ve lot strings soho
You’d be spider in my angel wings again
She done sprawling mother superior while walking home
I got a nine hunk of an eye for lizard skin
Lady tames down to the traffic and I was too busy being lonely
You and secrets but I’ve the skeleton key.
cheats shock the rubber room with a sense of currency
what was the number again?

(BLACK GOLD: did you order the pizza yet?
NARRORATOR: (inaudible) )

Wise wine, lights alive the veil on faced
Whisper the lurcher
Whimper it all
Decode the lies (12:75 or :35)
Loyal spy revival, won’t you lure the brides?
We dame cinnamon sugar cane, whispers in the lumbertine
Where’s that venice lime; that sly reply?
Jump right in, feed the lion smote
Chelsea, we’re owner soaked
Chelsea, all our sires have choked
You know I’d never appease it
Like the rope-back with the saint
Whip crack pretty pink
And I’ve been ever ready to faint under that triple sec tonight.
And the friars rise again..

Skunk out with a rubbery rating
Black power, the white thai wedding
Don’t squeam to the slugger defacer
That’s me or the other in snailshell
I think we had to pay at the door.
Whisper low in the friars lid
And I broke my fingers in the fold
Rumors sang and torched my home
Now I’m swallowing every lightbulb after dawn.

{dusk}
wand take you velom
slippery by the slice of the break lights
bye bye baby, baby goodbye
swill became awfulest mare 
all we break last, red rained of child brides
softly, awfully, I laid as centerpiece
remain a mystery, as your treasure trove limped laughing home

Buffalo Soldier, Heart of America
Full pen lies I’m asking
Grab me some bulbs, baby lungs of demigods
Saucing often a kaleidoscope bran
They caught me a-blush; wanted man
Tell me all, all, all and why, why, why, why not?
Hail mosen asp this morning ensoaken the deaf law
Fresh pocket canary where’s the punch in this line
Do you remember the shape I was in
12 pins and hissing fits, horns and fins
All take my hand, and look to your last 
As I’ve been through wild fever, leave her still alone
Swimming, ensweating, misheathen and misleading
Endream frill, heat of the road 
The vile ending, the shadow lending
You’d barely wince her nor the tragic by the bait.
The cullies nabbing that leave me wearing
Oh do I remember when the pneumatic fever five
Every european, your very thought of making lemonade from villain
Better keep your pennies all alone, instead of reach for every audience
Every baby born, all sacred eyed
Announced in the showers of real mutiny.

Rind ravel fond, among you were the lucky sevens
Stand by dames of the milken twilight
As pharaohs burning, amongst the mistakes you shall find…

{twilight}
…and all your tomorrow’s, your spite shall ride in vain
daily bread, faintly late 
a ring so rare today
should not be fate for long
mascarade as dignity,
And the bed you make tomorrow
Inside you those devils are biting in spite of you
Bid all the fairness of your hair so long by the in tow wilne
To mask offers of foul walkers, now baby I oughta slay
I’ve caught enough lies to bury your spanish galleon, talions
And I’ve never been seeing them boys around here again
And I’ve got enough white lies 
to scare them black angels back to the motherland.
I’ve been a charming man for too long 
Now it’s time to take it: your broke back smiling eyes
As I’ve been sharpening, harp and crow
I’ll know I’d never, ever sail those seven seas again…
They’re walking home
Baalzebub, they say, came unto me and say:
“do you want another black mass of mine?”
as I see, all sails have a tale to tell, and he say:
“say brother, you just take your time, have yourself some sulfur wine…your baby... she’ll be going so far away…”

But I don’t care what 
the judge, the jury and the executioner they’ve got to say…I’m guilty.
And here’s my reply:
“Only the good ones die…”
and I am but a tool of us all
throw them bones in the fire and take me back to that water shell
and the spanish galleons sing of her love
of her black violins divine 
as only the good ones die…
consider the crybaby you must, but I lie the tomb of the rigeous
and I am but the luck of all man.
I dream the heat of easy street
And the 8 of hearts I keep concealed as the black magic that deflowered me
All lucky women, pride her wives of the ocean…

And only the good ones die…
[END VIENNAGRAM:]