Erase Your Grave

by forced into femininity

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Archont 03:18
Archon C lose space keeps getting closer tight space keeps getting tighter like an orifice trying to repel an intruder they're coming in they've crawled thru the walls to the floor they choke each other with hard little hands everyone wants a piece of you don't they? To bask in your beauty just a chunk of your royalties they all want a souvenir from a chunk of your flesh to the lock of your hair and they'll go on this way until theirs nothing left but a skeleton in a sun dress then there appears a stooped figure looks like a caricature an early work by Adolph Hitler the female puppets disappear for they know their master your hands jammed in a window pane I can't move I can't breathe you don't got to breathe to suck on me he unravels his schlong it's 18 feet long comprised of medical tubing with a very sharp prong hey this'll be fun, you know it turns you on you know you want a medical intervention it's god's gift to women, it'll give you a hundred sons if you can make me come take the prick in your mouth even with the needle it's repulsively soft go back to your square of earth, bury yourself under the dirt bury yourself with womankind's curse, Go back
Excuse me Sir, can I help you? Nothing I can do to treat you our treats are reserved for those who deserve to be served not to a slave, not to a common whore everyone in line laughed at the addict they thought they deserved our common respect Nothing I can do to treat you the way we deserve to be treated all I deserve are the few pennies you fling at me the few scraps of bread you fling at me Yes, the customer always gets what he deserves I'll degrade you before I destroy you I'll defame your name before I erase your grave
A bloated leech writhes around in a pile of shredded paper it's belly screeches as it touches the bottom of the Tupperware container diabetic lord of varicose veins filled with the victim's poverty hunger and suffering, but this bureaucratic god: only a slave one time idealist turned sour by the huddled masses and a lifetime inside the system budgets to trim no free lunches taking back the minimum ignoring the poor cutting back on the benefits cutting out the derivatives, drowning in xeroxes paperwork burying you in style But for your deceit your life is forfeit already punishment, as is mine, I know as is mine
Lana Del Ray 03:00
Snorting cocaine all day, listening to Lana Del Ray It's an empty life Who needs a home, I've got a glass table got my music got my glass table waxing your thighs terrified by the ones by your side
Angel Drain 02:12
The appeal of the reptile angels they use blood from deceivers when moisturizing scales we manufacture their tincturesto market to the unconventionally ill no laws of labor govern our holy toil just acts of scripture so we sweat until we boil “O my brothers, your lot must seem very hard. so empty your minds and give thanks to god” The angel's smirk referred to a drain beneath the panting workers synthesizing their drippings piping unto a pool of saline solution glistening salamander angels roll, salty fluid good for the gils snort the souls from the lucky volunteers Pubescent courtesans carrying rare delicacies squalling infants on a silver tray in the factory yard, the workers allowed a rare diversion the flaying of some organizers a public execution and at the mess hall there's a double portion so we say grace amen amen amen amen amen
Yoga Ball 02:02
The shirt, too baggy hide the perfectly ugly body you worked so hard to create can't eat, can't sleep, can't fornicate mouth filled with plastic yoga ball bouncing down I agree completely, I agree completely you always knew what was best for me, let's agree to disagree. down the carpeted stairs yoga ball, bounce bounce bounce
City's made of broken mirrors cut to pieces on wet look minimalism clean sharp corners sharp polished glass Neo-Nazi's from Concord issue quality of life citations to sidewalk café patrons dawdling over quinoa salad and laptop trickle down drip of poverty from the overwhelming cup of the tech giant tourists flock to the house of tortures mentally ill homeless forced into work training to be a telemarketer benign neglect-the shopping cart lifestyle from walking your groceries to your car to carting your belongings under the underpass scrappers stealing the precious trash
Untitled 02:48
My mother possessed by demon or disease dad committed suicide by sitting in front of the TV in his underwear he said everything is OK, everything is fine but he was hollow except for the fear in his eyes we hired someone from an agency to care for the rotten spot that appeared in her back a mechanical arm grew from the sore it's tong gripped a rifle with a plastic flower stuck in the barrel The demon decided to exorcise itself It split into two entities Faith in humanities innate ability to reason the irrational must fall before scientific inquiry, scientific inquiry Man is made of mud man is made of shit all he touches withers turns to mud turns to dust My brother are we not one and the same are we not seekers of the same truth we are not the same we are not the same you crawl on your belly or on six legs the dialogue ended there she'd swallowed her tongu


released April 29, 2015


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