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The Importance of Being Ernest Goes to Jail...if you're afraid to bite the hand that feeds you, what are you going to do when it balls itself into a fist aimed at your security? You should try justifying your hopes and dreams--or even your existence--to the insistence of force-backed mass belief! An unexamined life will never withstand such harsh scrutiny; those who have the least are scrutinized the most by those who live a life spent on the rails, waiting for that moment when the train runs off the track. Arguing in the aisles, when it hits a brick wall they run towards the back. You can't be neutral on a moving train (supposedly), but most matters such as this are counter-factuals; in retrospect... [actually, you can be neutral on a moving train--i t's encouraged. You won't be allowed to board if your position is too extreme and you don't have the money to afford a first class ticket.]
Don't tell me what I can or can't do; you'd break your knees walking in my shoes. Keep your anecdotes to yourself--they don't apply to anyone else. No disciplinary aerobics--no critique of my life choices. I'm T.H. Lawrence and I'm laying charges on the track of the train carrying those whose life's spent on the rails, waiting for the moment when the train runs off the track. Arguing in the aisles, when it hits a brick wall they all run towards the back...
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Love Slug
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Love slug. Love slug. Love sucks when you're a hermaphroditic slug [slugs are only vaguely hermaphrodites in the hegemonic sense; despite possessing two complete sets of discrete, "conventional" reproductive organs, they also have an additional structure not present in most humans, which is commonly referred to as a "love dart,"--they compete to shove this protrusion into one another in order to alter their mate's chemical balance to promote insemination] Love slug. Love sucks. Will I ever find true love? Or will terrestrial predators find me first? It sucks to be so slow, oozing on the earth, looking for that dirt. Yes. I've got a rendezvous with a wad of goo--I'm going to make a pass; I'm going to stay in the grass. I'm hiding from the birds, I'm hiding from the salt, hanging from a wall, I'm so fucking soft. Trying to get a nut, trying to get with other slugs, trying to have some sex, trying to live my slug life--like I should. Love slug. Love slug. Love sucks, when you're a hermaphroditic slug.
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I fell over on my way to the bathroom--I live alone in my suburban home. I can't get up off the carpet; I can't even crawl for the phone. I've been here for a couple of days. Flies gather where I lay, attracted by the smell--laying eggs where I fell. Eggs that hatch into maggots...maggots that grow tired of waiting...maggots with places to be--maggots with people to eat. I'm inchin' away, but they're inchin' faster. I'm in a pinch--I know what they're here after! It's a little like baking brownies; you can't take them out too soon, but you don't want to eat those brownies...you want to eat what's on the spoon. What's a couple of days to a maggot? What's the tissue surrounding a sore. That's barely a maggot's mouthful, that'll leave them hungry for more. What's a couple of days to a maggot? What's the tissue surrounding a sore. That's barely a maggot's mouthful, that'll leave them hungry for more. What's a couple of days to a maggot? That's the time it takes to sing this song. That's a couple of days to a maggot, and that's a couple of days too long...they're impatient maggots.
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I am a Corndog
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I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. I am a corndog--this feels passe. A labor of repetition; upholding tradition. Going through the motions...devotion; impotence. Playing for mason jar-girls, doing my rock n' roll thing. I wish I could make [a brand new puppy]'s head explode, but all I can do is sing. I wish I could rob banks and get away with it; 23 years of hand-to-mouth, and little to say for it. Whatever keeps me going--keeps me going?--mostly sticks; not many carrots. I wish I could rob banks and get away with it; 23 years of hand-to-mouth, and little to say for it. Whatever keeps me going--keeps me going?--mostly sticks; not many carrots...but hate of money--hate of money!--a feeling like something important's been taken from me... I want them to know that I'm coming. I want them to know. Hate of money--hate of money!--a feeling like something important's been taken from me... I want them to know that I'm coming. I want them to know.
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