Pen-Powered Insanity

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“I’m a fourth generation smartass. If you want to see my credentials, just look up my family tree and you’ll see how shit rolls downhill.”

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I am more than just a God. I am a teacher, a director, an entertainer, called to play the part of judge, jury and executioner. Eternal warrior to cultural guru, master of time and space to inspiration given to those with no path beyond the seeming grave, only to have fate or destiny, whatever you want to call them, yank them up (two different thems, don’t get confused) and set them on their feet and to their callings.

You see me flit through avatars and signatures, spiritual presences that confirm to some degree at least the lives we’re given being prominent and proof that beyond our cultural bindings, our fiction does live. Beyond that, how it lives is proof of the afterlife, because where then does the excess energy come and stem from and where does it flow?

If any of you think that you’re just going to avoid what’s coming and going on, live your illusions and delusions while you can, but you’re already neck deep and thick in it. Thinking of sitting back on the sidelines watching when you already taken and have already been taking part. By the time you realize that you’re not just watching the story, but able to interact with it, you’re already so far into acting and being a part of it that the realization should be a major kick in your own asses.

And if you think I hadn’t hit such a point in my own life, know that I have; if you think I expect some sort of show of response, know that I, myself, rolled with the punches. Know that the statement of this is the statement that I have fallen for all of the same things as any single one of you and all of you.

Think I’m tough? An asshole? A prick? I’m holding back and showing mercy, fool that I am for it.

Disembodied floating voices
adding layers of complexity to simple choices
always tempting me to kill
and to drink the blood that spills
because I love the taste of it
coppery, salty, thick and rich
and your bodies become my chalices
INSANITY RUSHING THROUGH MY VEINS
FOCUS GONE, I’VE LOST, MY SELF DETAINED
VOICES TO IMAGINE
BODY PARTS TO SCAVENGE
my sanity stripped
mental consistency slipped
imagine how you would begin to cope
as a hardcore addict to dope
and amplify
desimplify
forgetting constantly the little things
They all say that I’m deranged
a psychopath treading a thin line
expecting me to be the next columbine
and then my laughter becomes derisive
the voices making me indecisive
I am the product of two people that
should never have had kids, but oops, splat
There I was:
another cum bubble snorting pussy dust
avoiding the coat hanger on a daily basis
my sanity stripped
mental consistency slipped
imagine how you would begin to cope
as hardcore addicts to dope
and deamplify
simplify
I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL
to have revenge for pushing me around
your bodies becoming my chalices
will any of you be able to rise to the challenge
or fall to the call of the carrion birds of destruction
as we feast upon your souls, bodies, broken minds
I’m a psychopath treading a thin line
and the blood that spills is not going to be mine
my sanity stripped
MENTAL CONSISTENCY SLIPPED
decomplexifying
these voices…
KILL THE CHOICES!!!

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I am your Egyptian God
The King of the sands and all forgot
Resting in the House of Ra
Ammon makes his brave descent
Anubis coming down the hall
collision of the ancient worlds
Egypt come to life
When the stars shine bright in the night sky
and pyramids create a mystic design
10,000 plus years since the dynasty of the Gods
their ancient temples shall rise out of the sands
and cast light on Egyptian culture yet again
Ra, Anubis, come
Isis and Osiris
Come to me Amon Ra
Come to me Ammon and Anubis
Fall from the sky into your landbound temples
Cast and etched deep in the shadows of the land of the eternal sun
I am your Egyptian God of Gods
Touten Ramas, the king of all below and above
Beyond the sun
Legends untold
not written down
from the days when it was forbidden to write
when it was forbidden to teach
of the ancient one that gave birth to all others
Come together and give birth to your father once more
and awaken the sleeping giant
Ramses the immortal king of the damned
wandering dead through the sunlit lands
Touten Ramas has come at last
Newborn but ancient
and telling the world and eternity to kiss his ass
Live your lies of pleasure
pretend that you’re not
And love the addictions of men and women
while pretending that you’re above them
The son has surpassed the father
And even Adamu Annunaki has been promoted from first watcher
to realizing just how ignorant he and his lot have been
Live sweetly in your delusions
Here I come again
Time for the ancient temples to rise out of the sands
And cast light on Egyptian culture and the blight of man

The day that Cocks won:

I know you want to scream
Tears slipping at the edge of reality
Hopes crushed, falling inward at the sign of dementiality
We all fall in to the call of insanity
It will have you, if it can;
This darkness; the doom of every man
Blinding our vision of hope; the blight of depression
Breathing altered, confused and heightened
Heart beating irregularly inside your chest
Ragged breath after ragged breath
Pain, like a harbinger angel delivers soft caress
We are what we are, we appear to be insane
Blows of inadequacy delivered to the brain
Dark hues, colors spent; a soul is bent
And darkened with experience
Stained
Crimson ink on paper flesh
Drawn by a knife’s edge
Equal to nothing close at all
to the emotions disfigured and painful
Dementia clawing, ever climbing
To heightened pitches of decayed declining
Merciful only to memories better left forgotten
Revenge like a bittersweet romance is tasted
Preying upon the mind until all is wasted
What arises from the dust is like the phoenix
But reborn from the deadened dreams of beaten children
We are what we are, we appear to be insane
streams of insecurities delivered to our brains
Dark hues; colors spent; a soul is bent
And darkened with experience
Stained
In the end, it’s the strong who will survive
The ones who stand up to the tricks of time
Insanity crushing the edges of their minds
Everywhere living out normal lives
Appearing to be nothing more than normal people
All the while behind closed doors
Hear them ranting and raving at empty air
Swearing vengeance at foes imagined
Crying for forgiveness with the same breath
From some relative long ago laid to rest
Fevered intensity of a monstrous history
Laid out in front of them for all to see
We are what we are, we appear to be insane
Inadequacy and insecurities delivered to our brains
Dark hues of colors spent on souls that’ve bent
And darkened with experience
Beaten and bruised; stained with blood and sweat

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Here’s my question: We hear a lot of shit about Mrs. Ippi, but whatever happened to Mr. Ippi?

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When you realize that every eye looks like a sideways-pussy, you begin to understand why some people always want to look you in the eye.