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Karmic Death Yo-Yo
Stick a bananar up your arse, o Marie
We'll sees what monkeys fallors ye
And, who knows ifs luck well brang
Sweeny, the shaved orang-outang
Oh
To be born again
To be destroyed again
To be born again and again and again
To come back each time
Wishing for something a little better
Than the last one
But
I think about the afterlife
Wondering if the happiness of heaven
is chemically induced
Oh
Someday my ship will come in
Only to sink in the harbour
All hands on board
But
That's what the next life's for
And fuck Descartes, too!
I trhink I need another drink
Oh
Once I saw my life flash
Before my eyes
A small procession of women
Tell me how fucked up I am
I barely stifled a yawn
But
Twice I stood on the precipice
Ah....
Damn! I like the view
Oh
When will I learn?
To take the pills
Shut the fuck up
And smile vacantly
But
That's what the next life's for
And fuck Descartes, too!
I trhink I need another drink
As the philosopher of spinach seyz
I yam, What I yam
This one's on me!
Spring 2004
1201
Wide Screen
they are
not muted
in dark greys, dark browns
colors ideally suited for life
as prey upon the floor
in this lushest of the jungles
so real
one almost feels
the raindrops dripping from the leaves
they are
instead the brighter colors
that nature gives dangerous things
Vermillion! Scarlet!
(Well ok, maybe, just an off shade of red)
But still,
Throbbing with intensity
And larger then life; Larger than me
This fearful symetry
Of spasms blown up
And finely detailed
And that happy croaking,
With volume turned up loud
In Dolby Surround Sound
It hurts my eyes; it hurts my ears.
It hurts my head to think,
I spent thousands of dollars
on my Wide Screen HDTV
just to watch
poisonous frogs fuck
on Discovery
~1201
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