Happy "Children" Stories

"Welcome to the happy clown filled cotton candy cyanide suicide circus tent joyous days such as sitting on grandpa's piss soaked lap razor wire rubber fetish. Vomitting mass of infants drowning in their own waste. Babies look like grub...maggots, insect larva. You are the devil. Evil awaits us all in the form of an innocent puppy, using your leg for masturbation. Mindless mutations bittersweet melodies of long decaying bird like mammalia. HA I say laughing in your face, saliva sprays into your orifices, the smell of tooth decay arousing sensations of painful dentists drill. If its not time that kills you...its someone else. Don't fear your own mortality, you're already dead. Fear your life awaiting the awakening of your rotten soul."

Wä hof fü Celz Pt. 1.

Folded banana
sitting upon the dusty shelf
like a rat piss stained can of tin
tongue flopping dully out of the corner of its mouth
visions in the dark press in, hunting

wrything
a blend of colours
time drips like drool from the caged dog

a blister upon the foot of destiny
flecks of paint calmly scurry for cover
the steaming pile of shit, throbbing

groaning
I wait

it rolls up the wall
overwhelming my sensory nerves
slap, in the face
as if stealing a childs security blanket
blending, its clearer now
each part is seperately mixed
I glance around, remembering my surroundings
"hello...hello?" pierces the fragile walls of distraction
"oh yes very beautiful" ... he said.

have you noticed the diffraction of light
off of that can of meat byproduct?
"its the dust" he said
sprinkles of dark.

- Garl P. Snodgrass


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Wä hof fü Celz Pt. 1.

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