Land Ho!

o, death! the fat admiral waiting for the electric chair to turn on & the tyger that crawls across the dawn for his prey, come to this realm to save me once more  of this world of fear built by tears &  pain o, messiah! be my only saviour, which i'll give my heart & give my soul to thou, i'll believe in your lies & fall in your traps may death help us all in this twilight of gods, muses and warriors stuck on a school book grunting & groaning &  roaring through the room, wanting help. o, death, you're my only lord, the sheep between wolves & the devil between gods. but what w/ all the mud in your face, death? yes you said yes i agreed he put his yes on my yes & his yes on my yes

blankly stood truth, sitting on its elephant and roaring through the night, howling the midnight and roaming the hour of the wolf. truth is death truth is dead. truth is the lie that wakes you up every damn morning to go to work, to get back home tired, go to sleep and wake up every damn morning to go to work, to get... truth is the motto of all the politicians and the police officers and the priests and the human species truth is nothing but the tear amid the rain and the faces in the crowd watching the spectacle going on and on and on and on and it never stops and it just keeps going and it keeps dancing until the curtains fall until the curtains fall, truth will be reduced to sleeping giants crying for love  like panthers in the wild truth will be turned into chalk, a big fat greenish poisoned frog, a sidewalk infested with people, as if already  wasn't arise work and  sleep until the curtains fall

na quente madrugada com os caras na varanda  ficando assim, é noitada ouvindo tanta, é banda o mundo todo encolhido preso assim, vivo-morto aonde jaz aqui o torto que viveu sem ter nascido paira cheiro de confusão no ar sangrento malcriado não santos e fadados tá os três para a ação na ambrósia repentina que é o sopro d'uma vida terão morte merecida por pecado de matutina chutando a bola bem forte vai acordar toda a casa se liga, cara, isso é brasa mas te fez um belo corte  esperando o amanhecer e rastejando o mal cimento orando ao céu sangrento pedindo a perecer  pega água na cozinha se encaminhe ao sucesso  ora, tu tá de recesso aproveite essa vinha  um jardim negro do éden  diabólico estrelado com as estrelas, fardado e olhando com desdém os humanos no conceição não importa, é só correr  aguarde só o amanhecer vai sofrer na ressurreição 

country drowning in it's own tears it drinks the people, a nation of fears hometown calling me to the river to make me cry, to make me shiver houses bleeding down in the streets in that honk kong bed, scarlet sheets families speaking in the underwold  they talk a lot, but doesn't say a word people laughing about that rumour something big, i don't see no humour neighborhoods roaming in the dark roaring a lot, killing the spark woman pushing the secrets away they wanna go, but she wants to stay big men crying, they are so scared the urban jungle left them scarred what is wrong, the mud in your face? you are alone, you ain't got no place

the dark, wet flowers blossom for my great desolation angel with the teardrops from god, calling us to london the underwold hounds howling and moaning  grunting and groaming  calling us to london meet me by the river, the wasted wanderer waiting for the pink petals falling from the bough by the foggy, glowing moon drinking coffee and telling jokes

night's gonna make a bed tonight in its shallow and dark graves so i can sleep without any fright in these long and obscure waves fall, rain, fall to make me sleep easy blow, wind, feel to make me uneasy night's gonna make me alright night's gonna cook some food for me i guess, red meat and jesus's blood so i can finally, oh to see the reasons for this flood in my means, in my screams i'm gonna touch it tonight to be mean, to be seen i'm gonna fuck it so right, alright dark and fine in my insomniac dreams in long vines so i know the means i can't sleep right now, alright the waves are gonna carry me down to the endless living sleep it's gonna howl and moan like a crown to make me its creep lost in sound, the dreams eat me alive to the ground, so, i die and i die i'm gonna lose me right now, alright

a maelstrom of thoughts in a small phonebooth, with a horrific smell of the damned, lonely streets out there. he was the most clever of them all, but it didn't mattered anymore. why would it anyways? he remembered the horses being jettisoned  out of a spanish boat in the horse latitudes  and he remembered  the first chant of gilgamesh. he was  there. but, was he?

i never met god. i called him once with this wired telephone andy warhol gave me, but no one picked up. maybe he doesn't knows me. maybe because he died. i dance the night away as i calmly wait for the sun roar, crawling down and roaming, waiting the breaking dawn, crying through the endless beaches and flying above the strong waves. maybe i am locked in a room and just maybe i am locked in my mind, but i still see it- the dark mirror on the wall reflecting the closet. the beach dwellers live by the side, a normal family, three kids, superficial parents and a big, fat pitbull. i loathe in solitude, wasting the midnight away in the double bed listening to jazz and writing shitty poetry, crawling through the tides. will i be able to make it untill twilight  to meet the rising sun and do not fall asleep? i guess.

 the tears of god, waving and heaving, engulf my tired pair of feet, dancing and crawling through  the roar of evening, roaming near and calling the waves of star full night as i get closer to my psychedelic, colorful fever dream, away from desolation and solitude. the loud hounds of water coming back and forth howl strong in my ears, calling me into the deep paradise, away from the damned and the far away shore, where all my dreams will come true. i glide through the sands that covered so much in the past and climb through blasted steps, back to reality, back to humanity and back to hell. i fear what i will find there where the creatures roar by the dawn and the lords lay down to sleep. tumbling through the green leaves, i find my way back, saying goodbye to my heaven and returning to the subterranean way of life just in time.

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i never learned how to skate to this day. i would sit my ass on the board and roll around like a little shit who doesn't know how to properly use  the skate. one of these days, i was hanging with this bud,  let me call him fucker, and he was "da skate typa guy", so we got in my car with his skate to keep the talk in day and take a fresh drive through the city. at some point, he said to me mark, let's drive to the road! why not?, i answered with a smile. so fucker and i drove for about 20 minutes until we get on this road under construction that led out of town. we got the soda and laughed a little until that fucker said yo, mark, i bet ten bucks that i can roll until the end of the road! you know the road have no end, right? then i can just go to the max. alright then, i said. so i got in the car and started riding with fucker, goin' down the hill. it was getting fast, getting too darn fast,  and it was getting slow, a celestial contrast on the downfall. until i l...

"an anarchist? wait, are they calling me an anarchist? alright then, give the  anarchist a cigarrete" and he laughed. i can't think of anything else to write  about, honestly. my typewriter is tombstone still, just like my mind. what could i write about? maybe i could tell a joke or maybe something that happened  to me maybe some invention of my mind or maybe even a talk that i heard on a cheap coffee shop. wait, maybe i can tell a joke. what about this one? there is this bar, right? and there's this nun there. doing what? i don't know, dude, go ask her! but the point is, this dude walks in. he's really strong and really tall and he was already drunk already, and maybe even high, i don't know. i think his name was jake (?), it doesn't matter. and he goes to the nun and then he starts punching and kicking the nun. he literaly spanks the fuckin' nun hahahahahaha for about five minutes  or whatever. the whole place stops and stare at him doing that un...

flying cars, they said flying shit, we got 

 Gott ist tot. Gott bleibt tot. Und wir haben ihn getötet. -friedrich nietzche  I.  terra a vista! além das terras devastadas, além das terras mortas, além das terras vazias, e além da decadência, das pessoas vazias e de suas faces sem expressão, de seus pensamentos cruéis e de sua crenças na condição humana. longe deste paraíso perdido jaz a grande floresta do éden, o vasto campo distópico longe deste mundo pervertido, algemado na cama e gritando por socorro. demos as mãos, companheiros, e façamos esta danse macabre, cantemos as rimas mortas na guerra e festejamos com o vinho prometido, o sexo que prometeu nos mostrou e gastemos a noite rolando a pedra acima, apena para ela cair novamente. larguemos nossas vontades mundanas e participemos da caravana celestial, a que cruza o deserto em busca do o que nos foi prometido. matemos nossos amigos e pulemos da ponte, façamos amor com nossas mães e matemos nossos pais, reinventemos ou morreremos tentando, atrapalhemos nossa vere...

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