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vessels with hypodermic hands manufacturing scareousels from the terrifying dog-eat-flower garden:
I’ve got this power to make a miracle
out of your effortless stains.
but say it to the cameras
can you remember your own name?

‘cause now your vicious teeth are carving out between my lines
craving blood to paint a masterpiece in shades of run-and-hide romances
in their narcissistic

so just play out the scene
like you didn’t see it coming.

scenario one:
“ma’am, did you know you were doing eighty in a forty zone
or did you panic because you left your wedding ring at home?”

scenario two:
when they pull you from the ambulance that ate you like a king
in the glisten of the moonshine on your fisted fantasies
don’t look so excited, don’t look for god
just puke in the toilet of the rescue pod.

What is the truth? Ask the majority.

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The following comments are for "Dracula/Werewolf (Hits the Windshield)"
by Lachrym

Well, it's a very original work my friend. Usually, when you say that, what you're really saying is that the piece is poorly construsted, and that it kinda gives you a headache to read. But not here. This one's very well done, and I can't help but think it's about drug use--I'm leaning towords coke, but that just may be me. Overall, I liked this thing alot, and thought it was well done.

Love. Peace. Metallica.

( Posted by: KnightHawk [Member] On: June 21, 2006 )

's only rock'n'roll...
... and I don't understand a word of this... and something makes me think that you're unlikely to trouble to explain it. Nevertheless, it works: works like the insane-rant lyrics of early ManicStreetPreachers songs; works because of the strength in your coke-crazed images (the dog-eat-flower garden, the glisten of the moonshine on your fisted fantasies). Reading this, I just know you can find something vastly better than that crass final couplet.

( Posted by: MobiusSoul [Member] On: June 23, 2006 )

Did you get some of that fentanyl H ? God Smack if it don't whack you.

However- I love it! (your post, not the H(f). I'm too much a pussy for so much fun.

Or maybe I'm too drunk to understand.

Thanks for sharing this, whether I get it or not.

( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: June 24, 2006 )

Thanks for the comments. And contrary to what you may think, there is a hidden meaning to this piece of fresh garbage.

Basically, it's about alcoholics and their skewed sense of reality wherein the alcohol takes them away from the bad ("run-and-hide romances," "dog-eat-flower garden") and makes their life "better" ("painting a masterpiece," "making a miracle out of your effortless stains"). However, it hurts the people around them more than they think ("scareousels"), yet they continue to drink incessantly ("narcissistic dances"). They don't realize the possible outcomes of their actions (scenarios one and two).

Hope that clears things up.

( Posted by: Lachrym [Member] On: June 24, 2006 )

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