Next in line,
To feast on his brain.
Next in line,
to taste,
caress,
swallow.
Yum.
AP
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Automaton 22 in the Shade of M
JAWBOX - SAVORY
-.(Automaton) 22 in the Shade of M .-
This is the bile you write me,
These are the worms, befriended,
Make it better for me?
Make it worse maybe?
Discordant poem or words,
I don’t give a fuck,
Uglyness is disguise,
Or ugliness in disguise?
Destroy me with the arts,
Destroy me with the music,
Write me a letter at the bottom of the sea,
Tell me you hate me,
I tell you I murder thee,
For all the vomit you shed,
On me and on them,
On the friends of nonfriends.
Listen to this screeching noise,
And realize the sardonic syntax,
And ask, “is this inside?”
Or “is this outside?”
It is none,
And you know,
It is blind,
On this maniacal compression,
No words of this nature,
Give you my hate,
As this way is the best,
The best in the way it is best.
Master of all charms,
Kneel upon the greatness,
That I will lick the shoes,
I will destroy my sanity,
For this divinity,
And it doesn’t belong to me,
But it burns in the inside and it kills,
And it destroys this insanity,
And crushes me with the name,
With the name which is M,
M the vampire,
M the killer,
M the buffoon,
Sat and laughed on the noon,
Sixteen candles are blown,
17 are crushed,
To this day,
Were M lies on his tomb.
Poem (?) dedicated to Manuel Quintero and his friends (wherever you are) written by F.E.D
-.(Automaton) 22 in the Shade of M .-
This is the bile you write me,
These are the worms, befriended,
Make it better for me?
Make it worse maybe?
Discordant poem or words,
I don’t give a fuck,
Uglyness is disguise,
Or ugliness in disguise?
Destroy me with the arts,
Destroy me with the music,
Write me a letter at the bottom of the sea,
Tell me you hate me,
I tell you I murder thee,
For all the vomit you shed,
On me and on them,
On the friends of nonfriends.
Listen to this screeching noise,
And realize the sardonic syntax,
And ask, “is this inside?”
Or “is this outside?”
It is none,
And you know,
It is blind,
On this maniacal compression,
No words of this nature,
Give you my hate,
As this way is the best,
The best in the way it is best.
Master of all charms,
Kneel upon the greatness,
That I will lick the shoes,
I will destroy my sanity,
For this divinity,
And it doesn’t belong to me,
But it burns in the inside and it kills,
And it destroys this insanity,
And crushes me with the name,
With the name which is M,
M the vampire,
M the killer,
M the buffoon,
Sat and laughed on the noon,
Sixteen candles are blown,
17 are crushed,
To this day,
Were M lies on his tomb.
Poem (?) dedicated to Manuel Quintero and his friends (wherever you are) written by F.E.D
Friday, June 27, 2008
Electronical Machine Cut F-45
- Electronical Machine Cut F-45 -
Esta la pesadilla,
Primera,
De la angularidad, dentro de la latitud,
Segunda,
De torrentes inundados de palabras,
Tercera
Con respuesta, sin ecuación
Primera,
Esta es la pesadilla.
Cuarta
Llámale a esto ¿amor?
Quinta
Te pregunto, te formulo
Sixta
Con vidrio atascado en mi garganta
Séptima
Me ahogue dentro de mis sueños
Octava
Hoy. Y. Calcúlalo mal, una vez más
Novena
Y no existe nada en la progresion binomica
Decima
FUGAZI - DO YOU LIKE ME
BY F.E.D
Esta la pesadilla,
Primera,
De la angularidad, dentro de la latitud,
Segunda,
De torrentes inundados de palabras,
Tercera
Con respuesta, sin ecuación
Primera,
Esta es la pesadilla.
Cuarta
Llámale a esto ¿amor?
Quinta
Te pregunto, te formulo
Sixta
Con vidrio atascado en mi garganta
Séptima
Me ahogue dentro de mis sueños
Octava
Hoy. Y. Calcúlalo mal, una vez más
Novena
Y no existe nada en la progresion binomica
Decima
FUGAZI - DO YOU LIKE ME
BY F.E.D
Friday, June 20, 2008
She thinks she missed the train to Mars...
HUM - STARS
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She's not at work, she's not at school,
she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.
I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.
I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
"I missed the train to Mars...was she holding daisies?"
F.E.D
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She's not at work, she's not at school,
she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.
I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.
I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
"I missed the train to Mars...was she holding daisies?"
F.E.D
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Abandon
-Abandon-
Abandon, leave me upstairs,
On the forgettable table,
On top of the ebony wood,
Abandon me, erase me again,
We don’t need to hear,
We don’t need to touch,
We don’t need to play the charade.
Just leave me insane,
Leave me alone,
In my darkness…my righteous despair,
Disattend this disaffected S.O.S,
This cry drowning in this endless sea,
A sea of lost time,
Of lost echoes,
Never to be heard again.
(Writting by F.E.D)
The Sound - I Can't Escape Myself
Posted by F.E.D
Abandon, leave me upstairs,
On the forgettable table,
On top of the ebony wood,
Abandon me, erase me again,
We don’t need to hear,
We don’t need to touch,
We don’t need to play the charade.
Just leave me insane,
Leave me alone,
In my darkness…my righteous despair,
Disattend this disaffected S.O.S,
This cry drowning in this endless sea,
A sea of lost time,
Of lost echoes,
Never to be heard again.
(Writting by F.E.D)
The Sound - I Can't Escape Myself
Posted by F.E.D
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Rolling Down the Carpet (I'm Laughing)
I’m rolling down the carpet,
It’s all insane down her,
Excepting this elfish fang,
Between an empty shack,
Blissss. Blisss,
Whisper my ear,
Not to blame I see your face,
But what’s this?
But an olkland fowl,
Betray! BETRAY!
Me this and the weapon,
Humans, it’s all we are,
All we lay upon,
All we fly upon,
All we eat and drink upon,
Nothing but insanity,
Elementary…debris.
Read, read again,
Won’t you find this place,
For ever and ever,
You will know this answer,
Figure it, gone and now,
Sleep…mine, door.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A,
It's the end of this joke!
Posted by F.E.D
It’s all insane down her,
Excepting this elfish fang,
Between an empty shack,
Blissss. Blisss,
Whisper my ear,
Not to blame I see your face,
But what’s this?
But an olkland fowl,
Betray! BETRAY!
Me this and the weapon,
Humans, it’s all we are,
All we lay upon,
All we fly upon,
All we eat and drink upon,
Nothing but insanity,
Elementary…debris.
Read, read again,
Won’t you find this place,
For ever and ever,
You will know this answer,
Figure it, gone and now,
Sleep…mine, door.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A,
It's the end of this joke!
Posted by F.E.D
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
CABLES!
BIG BLACK - CABLES
Well, I don't know why we come here
Guess I just needed the bang
We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope
And then the, then the hammer comes down
CABLES!
CABLES!
CABLES!
So I guess they know
I'm not no company man
But I can pull on a rope, I can kill a cow
Fast as any other FUCKER CAN!
CABLES!
CABLES!
CABLES!
Posted by F.E.D
Well, I don't know why we come here
Guess I just needed the bang
We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope
And then the, then the hammer comes down
CABLES!
CABLES!
CABLES!
So I guess they know
I'm not no company man
But I can pull on a rope, I can kill a cow
Fast as any other FUCKER CAN!
CABLES!
CABLES!
CABLES!
Posted by F.E.D
Fleas!
"To the fleas!" She commanded,
Dissecting on a corpse
"To the mice!"
"To the crows!"
To death shall she endorse!
AP
Dissecting on a corpse
"To the mice!"
"To the crows!"
To death shall she endorse!
AP
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Fractured
These eyes, those eyes transforming my will into a furious torment,
Burning, tempting, chilling marrows,
The words resonate on my head, in circles, a tingling echo...
The sensation of repulsion seeped onto her
Onto him, and onto me.
The vain nature in her smile,
The complex of narcissus carbon copied on my tears,
Expansions of dreams that serenade in the sky,
She asked how she wondered and how would she die,
"Would she do it?", wondered an absent ghost walking through the winter and the drowing sea of faces...the beast fed on his insides...
She gazed down at hell, grinning at the devils eyes,
While he contemplated suicide, breathing on his neck,
Laughter ceased and children burnt, it was now his lovers turn.
"Will he drink the posionous vermin of her flesh?"...the lover tired in eyes that rained through the moon and sun seeked a final rest.
Strings and strings of starstruck haters, what will come from HIS creators?
Widowed Corpses danced through the lines as pulsating vessels sneered with lies,
The night stroke her shinning head while she layed forever with the stars...
While the poet crushed his hand, swaying forth and back.
Dry lips and the bitter taste, of the stabbing words all left unsaid...
Written by AP and F.E.D
Burning, tempting, chilling marrows,
The words resonate on my head, in circles, a tingling echo...
The sensation of repulsion seeped onto her
Onto him, and onto me.
The vain nature in her smile,
The complex of narcissus carbon copied on my tears,
Expansions of dreams that serenade in the sky,
She asked how she wondered and how would she die,
"Would she do it?", wondered an absent ghost walking through the winter and the drowing sea of faces...the beast fed on his insides...
She gazed down at hell, grinning at the devils eyes,
While he contemplated suicide, breathing on his neck,
Laughter ceased and children burnt, it was now his lovers turn.
"Will he drink the posionous vermin of her flesh?"...the lover tired in eyes that rained through the moon and sun seeked a final rest.
Strings and strings of starstruck haters, what will come from HIS creators?
Widowed Corpses danced through the lines as pulsating vessels sneered with lies,
The night stroke her shinning head while she layed forever with the stars...
While the poet crushed his hand, swaying forth and back.
Dry lips and the bitter taste, of the stabbing words all left unsaid...
Written by AP and F.E.D
Affairs
In winter a dead man weeps,
Clutching onto his prey.
His barricade pierces through
His fiancée's wedding day
AP
Clutching onto his prey.
His barricade pierces through
His fiancée's wedding day
AP
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
I feel old, I feel cold...
Sometimes I think our own words aren't enough to explain...
WIRE - HEARTBEAT
Posted by F.E.D on an uninspiring day like today.
WIRE - HEARTBEAT
Posted by F.E.D on an uninspiring day like today.
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