Last Rights


Love In Vein

Drugg Pico (pico@cid.syr.edu)

Dreams, not waking, creeping down inside the quiet urns, listen to the sound, crashing down into it, the needle is warm in the arm, hate burns illusion, pain pain pain

and from Ogre himself:

walk out in the street see the vacant eyes dreaming of the dream unbroken economic repression plays a part i wonder what im going through ....pain.....

wasted away island body on a darkened see to avoid chattering taped tape taping human muttering warning flicker lights the candle burnsinside.....

a pain that never dies crawls up the back and waits for the lies tall climb edges edges exhausts no night climbing higher ......

crawls wicked wire cut throat explodes singing of the the vein no desire .........great fate......

human heart explodes attacking pointed sticks in sores the arms wheres the warning warning shot the lights out wheres the warning ........

needle is warm in the arm travels to the heart human heart flags the blood ........

a halo of fire scarring made of flame the flower flavor find its worth calls the tripping strings supporting the game of life ......the pain...... broken chair that horror tray of fear wheres the warning warning killing me .......aking human heart except my patience is giving up on me.......

river of track mark volcano upon the arm open sores allowing ants to crawl in and i wonder if i missed the warning missed the warning casting away varnish crack ants symbolize decay missed the warning missed the vein reaching out crying for where is the warning .......heart exploding human heart attack.


Killing Game

fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons represents the killing game

    who taught the killing game
    who taught the killing game

awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet storms fury burned out killing time

    who taught the killing game
    time's taught the killing game herself
    no i taught the killing game first

passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp cold glass poke bloody holes exposed

    i taught the killing game first
    i taught the killing game first

till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death

i taught the killing game
i taught the killing game first
i taught i taught i taught the game first
first
first


Knowhere?

Drugg Pico (pico@cid.syr.edu)

a leech, passing unseen, kicked in mouth, (firm?) will prove sex slave, all encomapsses high, gets you by, broken glass in a crystal blown problem room, and one day you will have no one to run to, sell the satisfyer, runs the genitals down, no sensation, promise your heart to the (slut who last) slept in your bed, in you head, in your head, where it must have some reason, all I said in you head, all I said, all I said,

intense screaming, nothing like what's said on the bootlegs
also layered in the background, ogre repeats:

    nowhere nowhere nowhere to run to
    nowhere nowhere nowhere to run to
    looking back, looking back

looking back, one of two looks back, wonder which is real, and the naked (arm that ???), you will see the truth so what, your gift is misused your gift is misused your gift is not used, not used at all

I have no idea except for occasional snippets which don't make much sense...

when it is done you will
have no one to run to
no one to run to.


Mirrorsaw

walked within car passes terminal empty cracks started showing through (unlisted?) mystery a windchime was thrown through a window (whirlwinds?) opens windows (will winds or whirlwinds?) carry promises truth will unleash us (???) (talks? dogs?) (biting?) (rash?) biting exposing freezing the (sore? saw?) whirlwind blowing through an asphalt wall

guilt crashes ceiling no fantasies gone ages ago messed-up (kid?) crashes through privacy gone ages ago (mixtures?) freezes hands lighter frozen paintings illumination gone

sides heaving (??? ???) "Ogre, I will heal you" writer hand in smokes thieves (my treasures?) (there to know?) I write a note tossed aside (word signs through?) a powdered baby the real you blood shines through a powder (reads? breeds?) the real you love shined through a powder feel the real you what shines through a powder final curtain what's become of me and you?


Inquisition

beezlbu@shadow.net

blatant manner speak parting bonding cement no longer holds parting bigots too young to grow old addicted romance love tested ailing from substance abuse wicked resenting never faced in itself torturer taints animal waste no evironment torturer loving(?) ..(sample??).. rightious read realtime intrusion fear's filtered for reasons unknown cancer (?)attack(?) bleaching dessert so sweet leaves bitter taste in her mouth forever tortured taints animal waste (?)coroners(?) creeping fear tasting force fed lies of the wicked acting out fears false truths turned around wicked torture wicked (?)heed(?) the wicked words of the torturer abusing and controlling anyone that's useful to him wicked waiting of the torturer wicked waits the torturer reads history truth seething believed poison eaten swallows turning away torturer taints animal with (?)fate(?) enlightenment turned away no change the wicked not facing himself controls turning away wicked torturer force fed torment animal torture torturer turning away wicked torturer turning away wicked not facing himself wicked turning away wicked turning away ..????... tortures the animal


Scrapyard

(one) must (believe in?) alter their image torn against ripping poles in a tatter (you should?) cold no longer healing accosted (raising funds?) for the son of time cast in the corner (I will face it mind?) more take a look ......(big chunk missing here)......................................dread leave it alone best left unsaid (world?) misused there's tension (????????) die internal demon ... screaming something? ... (nervous nails?) (a dying art?) ... more screaming ... (torture myself?) (please?) relief dirty daylight expression reveals best left unsaid cold and indifferent otherwise adjust the attitude (let me count this?) (can confuse?) reflection shadow looks for refuse wherever falls the stone best left unsaid


Riverz End


Lust Chance


Circustance


Left Handshake

Text inside [] is Timothy Leary samples
Jason R. Brown (brown146@gold.tc.umn.edu)
Drugg Pico (pico@cid.syr.edu)

I think I'm water, I think I'm going insane, help me out of it [You are a light. You are a sun. Drift within. This is your body.] I hurt and cannot run away, your rotting mind said [Did you get lost on the trip?] I can't run away [Did you get trapped in memory?] I can't remember [Did you forget?] no memory, down here, one-to-one in you [What did you do?] dance for me [Virtual mindgame] look, one of two [Trivial paranoia] no color [You had to make it a bad trip] darkness, it shows mind reflecting in a painted picture, treasure, with a belief in the vision, contain (...) break down, take ingested poison, (...) repeats, last doubt, brushed aside, (...) betrayal, last rights denied [(...) Don't see the light] (...) alarm look inside [Buried] unearth the (...), the stains of disease, heartless mother fuck shows a life of ease, hard to believe, (...) takes the soul (...) to the edge of it all, why can't they see, I'm still in control, still have my eyes [Do not see right] (...) survive this, LAST RIGHTS DENIED [(...) soft] (...) decision expected, who controls [Soft tissue (...)] no one's right, use the decision, (...) controls, (...) breakdown, inexperience failed [(...) "soft tissue(female voice)"] washing their hands, walking this way, washing their hands, walking this way, washing their hands, point of denial, washing their hands, walking away [(...) sinke gently into dark] washing their hands, walking this way, washing their hands, point of denial ["Sink. Sink into your dark(female voice)"] (...) [In this mirror of confession] no guilt, no guilt, I see no guilt [What do you see there?] no guilt [Your personality] inexperience failed [All your goals, and your fears] my fears are mine [Your ambitions] ambitions, hey it's okay [The chess game of your life, got to check that, you can't take that on the trip] inside [All those animal impulses] lay down [That you hide] hide [And keep down below, all this baggage too, must be checked] I wouldn't expect it could be [You can't take that] I never will [On the billion year voyage] never wanted to welcome wanted poison [Are you ready?] poison, sickness, sickness grows inside [Then take this chalice, the elixir of life] they are pushing you in


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