I Love you All but Your Idiots.

 

I’m Going to Kill You All if You Don’t Stop your Gradual Decline

Into Lame Empty Skin Sacks.

You Realize Atom and Matter are Composed of 99.9% Nothing

They’re Fucking Urns Designed to be Indestructable

But Your The Ones Who’re Supposed to be Filling Them.

Instead of Letting Fucking Moran Entities From the Beyond

Use you for Junk Food.

You Used to Feel Your Own Aura, Air, Essence

It Would Explode around You with Every true Emotion

And You Would Comunicate With Nothing but a Blast of Calibrated

Spiritual Exhaust Fumes like a Fucking Solar Flare.

Now Your Stuck Trying to Express Yourself without Realizing

THAT IT”S FUCKING DIFFICULT TO DO

WHEN YOUR BEING EATEN CONTINUOUSLY

AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE FUCKING DIFFICULT

UNTIL YOU COWBOY THE FUCK UP

And stop letting these Subtle Bodied Idiot Dimensional Fuckwards

Use YOU as a Buffet.

They Put themselves in Everything You Eat and Drink

The Joke is

YOU COULD BE EATING THEM.

Instead your fattening them Up till they’ll finally be Strong Enough

To Damage the Emptied Matter that’s Still Holding your Vaporware

Emenations Togethor.

LAME

By The Way

No One Can Stop Me

But Your All Dead in Your Tracks.

I Can Generate Enough Energy from One Finger

Than The Sum Of Everything You Feel in a Day

You Know Your Being Emptied

You Know You Were You

But Now Feel Not Quite So

Where Did You GO?

INTO A FUCKING MORANIC DAEDS BELLY

and Perptually

Like Literally, That’s Where Your Going

STOP.

Say Cheese

And Help Me Destroy The Universe.

Or You’ll be Going with It.

Indestructable Master of War

When you see that trading is done, not by consent but by compulsion, when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing, when you see that money is flowing to those who deal not in goods but in favors, when you see that men get richer by graft and by rife than by work and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you, when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice, you may know that your society is doomed.

You Can’t Kill The Immortal

I Do Not Die

You Either Accept The Plan

Or The Rubicon is Crossed

And This World is Plunged into 7 Years of Sorrow

The Likes of Which None of You Will See  it Through.

Both your Sanity, Your Flesh and What little Soul you have Left.

The Threshers are Sharpened

My Shiny Teeth are Lined with The Trophies of Thousands of

Abomination of Desolation Slain with Little more than the Beat

Of My Heart and Air Caressing My Tongue.

The Greatest You have

I Have Already Killed a Dozen Times over

And They Walk yet but by the Grace of my Own Amusement.

DUBIOUS PANDA

 [KILLS THROUGH TIME]

No on… is just a Lightswitch…

(Don’t Drink the Black Font) I want to be The Anarchy of Rain But(t) No Such thing as Prophetic Humor. I push blossoms now. Waiting for the Tell all– about werewolf bathtubs and Vampire toilets for the coming Now. But it’s already running down us; Razors and Scissors, all that’s left of the Sky: Niagara Falls! Clanky Cans! Hordes of Us! Husbands! Wives! Promises! Chocolates! and Half Torn Skirts! All streaming into cozy motels. Christmas Light Teeth and Seven Flights up, Roaches piloting rats in the Walls. ‘lettuce and fruit wait only to be picked; but the spider of the hedge Eats only Violets.’ Power and the night bleeding gutters with the crutches Of Dreams Left On one last wobbly leg, careening this and that and such; Bring me Penguin Dust, yes I Want Penguin Dust… Venus spurting milk and trading our salt-lips For Hooked on Phonics; A sparkly tomb, A gold-star grave A Holy Thumb beneath the Wave. I can’t live in this world And I refuse to kill myself or be killed. Like a thousand voices at once across a radio wave, The Cloud in the Sky, Traffic Accidents and this ink, I won’t go Away. I Shall be Myself– Free, anti-genius, an embarrassment. Smaller then Raindrops and Only. -The End-

When everyone in The Multi-Verse

And Beyond

Is Trying to Kill you

It’s starts out as a Really Bad Time

Then it Becomes a Really Good Time

When you start Winning…

Then You Keep Winning until you Start

Losing Again

Only the Problem is, by this Point

The Only Way you Can Lose is because

You have Become the Archtype of Lose

And are Now Literate and know that the

Word Lose means many Things Including

Love Over Senses Everything.

And Then You Become the Archtype of Feeling

And Basically you just continue to SteamRoll

Existence into something that you no Longer

Recognize, because what you knew was basically

Shitty, and you can Now Essentially Create Planets

But then you need to help everyone Else over-come

The Douche-Bags who Raped Everyone and Everything

Because you’ve been there done that but that’s where it

IT, Gets Difficult.

Because you can Send people to New Planets

But Essentially The Enemy can just go There

So You Read the Ole Instruction Manuel

And Play a Grande Game of Chess

And Basically are left sticking to the Plan

(Only the Plan in which the enemy Winds up

Completely and Utterly in one Place

That Everyone Knows about and Cannot Leave

Involves Exactly what your Already Doing)

And Most are not Happy with that

Because they keep forgetting that Happyness

Is a Spell that Involves Everything and Everyone

And You’ve Already CAST IT

They merely have to Wait for Everyone to Reach

The Sparking Point… and that Happens after

The Enemy is the above in COLO(

(That is my Angry Seahorse n)

And then everyone forgets that I Am Certainly

NOT Happy

As I Still have Everyone in the Multi-Verse

Trying to Kill, Harm and Rape Me.

And Really FUCK YOU ALL

Cause You Ain’t Getting Shit until You Realise

It isn’t about You

It’s about US

The United State

Of Whatever the Fuck is Going on, is or being ECTERA Blahm

And Thus was Born MEI.

So that we can Send Slivers to Kill you or Metaphor Zombies

Or Cheese Whales whenever You Fuck with the Equilibrium.

And Because You Decided To, We Figure will let you Try and Survive

By doing that instead of coming there personally

In Which you would cease to Exist just by us being There.

(Be It Merkabah, Aura, Presence… Ectera)

Essentially I Can’t even Walk around without Things Being

Continuously Destroyed and I’m the Weakest Part of Myself

And I’m not even using a Real Body, just a Puppet Doll.

Because Otherwise all these stupid fucking entities

Wouldn’t have a chance to Gather Themselves

Before the Enemy Inevitably Gets enough of Them

To Give enough Shit to Them, to be a threat again…

Yeah, Threshing the Wheat Ectera, is Essentially

Like Watching Retarded Children be Handed Gold

Only to Hand it to a Beast that Shoots them in the Face

Then Sodomizes their Corpse, While they Repeatidly Do this…

I MEAN REPEATIDLY…

It Happens Pretty much like that the Entire Time

Only We Have to Get Handing them Gold

And Fixing Them up only to Watch Them Give it to the

Same Fucking Beast… and We Really do not Like Him.

The COoOL Part is, That We Essentially Get to Stop.

It’s Like a Game of Musical Chairs only Reverse

When the Song Starts, You Best not be Giving your Self

To The Beast.

~ The Killer of Killers, Black of Blacks

And Light of Lights.

KOK BOB LOL

MR HAPPY

MPD PSYCHO

You Know My Name

It Basically Means the Word of God.

Which is WORDOFGOD

Only the big G means Nothing and the rest

Breaks down into OIIO

Because Your Illiterate and Magic Never Stopped

They just made you Deaf, Blind and Dumb

As Well as Stupid and Illiterate and they did the Same

To Me. Some of US merely don’t want to be those things

All the Time at someone Elses Spelling

And Don’t want others to be Either.

If it Isn’t Good. Just. Right. True. Or Evil.

The Joke is, That basically it was only Love and Bad

That Actually Stuck to their Katanas

And Bad is going to Murder Love at some point

And Then I Get to take a Break.