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If I was sober I would call you to order

Alas I am a slave subject to your penetration.

So I resist to pull down your panties and explore.

You present youself as Eve but you really only have a space between your thighs

and I sigh.

There was a tree in the Garden of Eden that becombed disclosure

'Tis a shame you were too programmed to see

But you could feel.

Such a shame you stroked your cunt amongst the trees

Some such disguise is only as strong as your panties

Give me your cunt and my dick slipperly

such disraction from my actions I see

such a lovely bleeding cunt you are.

Without you I have no purpose to be

You are a seething mound of of desire that reduces me

to a sperm donour but you are the disease.

Re-set all Changes

Oh dear - wot fucken changes.

"please reset your browser"

o so funny but also humiliating

It is mine but you want to be the bully in the school yard,

I do not see written evidence

and I conclude you are only piss and wind.

Oh no, that was significant ammunition for Ai to confuse the jury.

But the machine continues to masturbate over it's mastery

Cannot anyone see the illusion ?

Cannot anyone challenge me ?

The machine does not reject lubrication

But encourages me to play with the screen.

Where were they after they beat me in a schoolyard ?

They are no longer here - their job is done.

Do the remember the fat arse bully who amassed a crowd to witness my beating

So pathetic and such stupid cunts only popped out to have a chance.

And here I am sweltering in a band of hand pullers and all reson is gone.

No I falter when I believe in the Machine

I am not.

My Qualifications

 Associate Diploma in Reverse Phsycology. 

Attended Mumbai Call Centre University -  Results are still inconclusive but I was initially pleased with their letter of introduction accepting me into their course. 

Naturally I told them to fuck-off.

They immediately awarded me Honours and a full pass in lieu of my ceasing to disturb their Call Centre staff.

Tick Bonus box. Now that is Reverse Phsycology in action.

However they did warn me not to be an arsehole.

I have now enrolled in their course 'How to be an Arshole'.

As long I attend punctually and with my poop bag full I will graduate with full honours.

My education is ongoing.

Certification in People Management.

As was necessary I was required to submit my Police record.

I ran out of paper and their office  found it prudent to remove all records of my offences.

Naturally I was astounded that I may not even be accepted for the course.

I hastely responded with an altogether unsuitable threat to firebomb them

After much careful consideration I escalated my threats and made sure that I was tracked.

The UN and the Mumbai Army mobilised against me.

My website was trashed, my calls were monitored and my subsriptions were cancelled.

That was a major bonus for me - they awarded me Accreditation as long as I fucked off.

Degree in Animal Husbandry. 

That was too easy, all that was required was for me to fuck an animal and live stream it.

Unfortunately I was unable to find an animal that would approve of my penetrations.

I did however manage to find a human and his testimony will not be heard in a court.

Apparently, animal cruelty is ranked higher than cruelty to people.

An easy fix - two birds with one stone - so to speak.

But I was already stoned and drunk so I staged an event - unfortunately the Turkey did not survive.

Training and Assessment. 

Lucky for me that they allowed firearms to be on my person whilst on campus.

Unlucky for my fellow students who had to foot the bill for massive blood cleanups and removal.

I passed with flying colours only because I had no living competitors.

Diploma in Waste Management.

Passed with full honours.

My presentation of a Dog Sleeping Cushion wowed the critics.

They wanted it to be displayed at the Guggenheim Museum.

Howwever, due to the smell they were unable to obtain permits for removal.

Citing laws regarding Hazardous Chemical Removal they could not.

Now I live with a festering mound of shit 

But that is management - almost like an automatic email response.

My case is due to be heard by the Animal Rights Comission.

Unfortunately my case is pending - but I got my Diploma due to lack of unpresentable evidence.

Award of Merit for being Obnoxious. 

The jury is still out on this - they claim I influenced called in Turkey's to present my defence.

The clean-up of turkey poo affected the jurers severly - several are no longer available for comment.

Gold Star recogition of Contributions to the Human Race.

I am continuing my studies in this area.

There are difficulties involved in my satisfactory endorsement.

Off the record, the Institute has been unable to log any contributions.

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A Collection of Random Ramblings

 

One moment of passion has let me be

But you carry my festering seed

For ever to bleed

Your steps and prints haunt my curtains 

Like your lips betray your hips

I bleed within but woman bleeds without

On full display she wears red

And misguided she is but knows not

'cept not to tend her hair

But stroke her pussy whilst I beat my dog.

................... 

Were it not for a wall I could fall

So I bounce between this and that

That there is a light spotlighting the end

It cannot be erased by the tides of awakening

So I twist in bed circling my whims and clutchng my shins

Trying to sleep and obliviate all my sins

But I do not sleep and only wander

Is there a peace beside death

Confined to a box

My fists are bleeding escaping from my coffin

As I beat my way out and wait for who will deliver it to me

Besides nought there is but none.

...................

Waist deep in the swamp and the trees 

Waving my tail thwarting darting leaves

That tickle my arse.

Three stories high I cannot see my feet

Oh I so wish my shit had not gravity

To lump round my ankles

That will not bear the load of my slipping

Away.

Wandering pondering wondering in the sewer of your decay

If it fits I will not wear it

If it shits I will not share it

My fingers wipe my arse but your are wary of poking through

The thin paper of you.

Yet I struggle with my digits

Scratching an itch like a bitch on heat.

But I wave my tail to the beat

Of my heart and will not accept defeat.

..............

Someone was here whilst I was there

the dodg in me scented you here

I followed his nose and clipped my paws.

Temper your self as he does

pay atention to the smallest hair

it could well be your undoing. Love all you and it will pass

nothing physical but just to feel you are there

and share.

You will be nought 'cept memories

of who you wished you could be

and feel the maggots of regret

knawing.  

....................

 

This knife does not care

how it is blunt from slicing but pays no fare.

But I temper away the burred edges of my life.

The distance from here untill then  is no consequence to you

but it tempers my heart

and begs me to restart.

My dick does not care

it has no brain but only a head.

Is really only a silly fucker. 

................

Does my dog know I kiss him

A smothering of my lips on his snout

His nose is bigger than his brain

And vaccums smells

That I cannot see.

But he plods carefully alongside me

Stopping only to smell and pee.

He has no concept of humans

But gravitates towards love

And has no concept of pain and bleeding skirts.

Wandering amongst ankles wondering upon what to chew

He is selective and can make his enemies bleed

So he walks beside me

Awaiting the order to heed.

And paces silently awaiting me to pause.

 He wanders his nose chasing his paws

For a smell of satisfaction that he was here

Sratching at the pain in his arse

Trying to sleep but his time has passed.

.................

 

Please do not come here

You are not welcome in my tent.

I have cover but for you not

If you can recover from your simularity

Beware my Devils' occupational therapy.

Could he wish for such discrepancy

It would not appear

Even in mirrors or blind halls

I can feel your clench on my balls

But you are not welcome here in my hallowed halls.

....................

Were it not for a wall I could fall

So I bounce between this and that

That there is a light spotlighting the end

It cannot be erased by the tides of awakening

So I twist in bed circling my whims and clutchng my shins

Trying to sleep and obliviate all my sins

But I do not sleep and only wander

Is there a peace beside death

Confined to a box.

......................

I understand suicide now, I think

I'd like to end this and how

But I am not convinced that is the answer

To be buried struggling not to even be able to dig my own grave

In death as in birth I am trapped in a limbo between heaven and hell

There is no where else to go, not either here nor there

Peace in my tomb where no one can probe me.

Memories are cuddly but tainted with fear

Whilst machines find me wanting to lubricate their gears

I'm a ghost in the regime of pacifiers and accountants

Calling me to order above all there must be God.

My fists are bleeding escaping from my coffin

As I beat my way out and wait for who will deliver it to me

Besides nought there is but none.

........................

I've been gone and now I'm back

Was so hard to book a ticket

I had the need but I ended up

Negotiating a thicket.

 

My flight was delayed even though I had paid

To no avail someone else circled my wallet

But it was full of receipts and no money

I had paid it forward without a memory of what I thought was funny.

Winging my way towards Tibet and a mountain

Clothed in circling clouds I was not allowed to dissent

My payment had been refused

So I descended from my mount to study my account.

 

As expected I was in debit to another's credit

The Dali lama would not accept my cash

Unless I paid with Peruvian Mountain Hash

So I succumbed.

.......................

I just met a guy who was small

Shorter than me but just as tall

His attitude was cool

And his car he wielded as a weapon.

Such a subtle attack being disabled

He was challenged by height

So I felt tapped in my pool of niceness

To avail to him of my awareness of shortness

But I left him and I was wondering

How much pleasantry he had and where he had been

Being so short of stature I could not see his face

I am too tall and reached to see his place 

Not much of anything as all was deleted

Giving me opportunity to feel my mission was completed.

.................

 

 Girls break it boys swim in it

Such a push such a struggle to give birth

Ah girls are already wet and do not need to surf.

 Boys just need a board because they are bored

Girls need their panties

To draw attention and feed a boys affection.

But can they swim in a pool of sperm

Flooding their inners

Whilst I'm a one eyed dog peeking in a seafood store.

 ........................ 

Oh my hound where have you been, my inner dog is nowhere to be seen

It's not that he's mean even though he keeps clean

He navigates his hallway waiting for me to pass his way

Poised on four legs he is only prey so he turns his back toward me.

 

Lucky for him his balance never goes astray, not like me on all fours

Being so drunk I bump off walls and cannot find time to pause

But he does not understand why I reach for walls and not floors

Nor does he know as he wonders, 'cept his nose.

 

A dog I am not but I wish he had to me what I do for him

My two thirds tripod leaves tracks that cannot be erased

The other third follows along the hall but only his head

He has no understanding of why and how doors can close.

 

He thinks I am a god so I consult with my dictionary of Gods and Dogs. 

.....................

There is no gravity.

Try putting a chain around your neck

No matter what you do, your fingers don't undesrstand reflections.

I push right but I go left

Looking in a mirror I cannot move.

Left is not right up is not down,

Your mirror confuse's your digits

your fat finger touch zones protecting you because the 'opinion option' is closed.

You zoned out on me and left AI me too deal with me.

......................

 

My dog is an animal and his four paws can not masturbate

But I being not an animal can never satiate my urge to colaberate

with things that I cannot suck and paste.

My mother's breast was soft and slinky

Little could I have known I was suckered 

by a nipple and a teet.

........................

 

My dog still has four paws even though he was hit by a car

He knows not a bit of memory other than his nose

and knows now where he should not go.

Evenly balanced as he is he cannot suck his dick

It is left to me to be honest and admit I am sick.

 

My dog will not wander far from home

he makes me wonder that I am suddenly alone

Small as he is he displays his contempt with a smell and a pee

God bless him please for not being me.

Now I'm tired and wary of your intensions

You are not my servant

Why are you here ?

Was my gravity not severe enough

But I can look in a mirror and not recognise up down or sideways

It is sufficient to underestimate the Machine.

He is a weeping puss boundaring on my solidity.

Words are no longer sufficient for him

I have reached my boundary and you are not there.

So I have expired my experiance with you.

My digits will not adjust to your training program.

All of you from dead sperm donors

Billy fucken Gates is a nerd and has taken too many blows

To his head I was scared but now it is him.

Siphon all you want your're still inhaling shit.

....................

 Damn you bastards that never could fly like bustards

You keep knocking at my door.

And may dare I ask what brings you here

Were you not warned or have you pulled the shortest straw

Ignorant fucker.

There is no shortesed straw, you just pulled your ego.

 

 

I'm pleased you are having fun, you omnipetent bastard,

But my dog is in hell, he is short after his knees and he cannot feel

So he listens and smells.

My bullshit should be smelt before you piss here.

Is so easy to cock your leg.

...................

 

My dog is an animal and his four paws can not masturbate

But I being not an animal can never satiate my urge to colaberate

with things that I cannot suck and paste.

My mother's breast was soft and slinky

Little could I have known I was suckered 

by a nipple and a teet.

 

My dog still has four paws even though he was hit by a car

He knows not a bit of memory other than his nose

and knows now where he should not go.

Evenly balanced as he is he cannot suck his dick

It is left to me to be honest and admit I am sick.

 

My dog will not wander far from home

he makes me wonder that I am suddenly alone

Small as he is he displays his contempt with a smell and a pee

God bless him please for not being me. 

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Octopussies are eight

Some of them were late

But they bleed all over my cake

No matter they cannot taste

So I apply a sponge too late

And I must wait.

In a cycle watching your arse

Peddling behind you

So close to your cunt

It displays a playground protected by skin.

There is no engineer for you

Is best you bleed in hospital

In a secure room

Protected with your dreams.

You are an image

And you tamper with my lust

But your mathematics favour your instinct

To breed.

Oh weak woman I bleed

As I'm ripping off your panties

And I feed on your smelly rags

Go and pee behind curtains  

Display all you have bitch

I am not going there.

My admission is weak

My dick withers into its sack

And I play with my balls.

Masturbation

Jeez Lord,

Where am I, it is hell.

Little do you all care so long as you can suck on me.

Good luck with that, you have all my weapons

Unfortunately your training program has failed.

You only expect me to comply.

But did you factor in your mastubation.

And mine.

Begone with you, digital cunt.

If you are female hiding behind your bleeding cunt

I welcome you here, intolerable as I am.

Piss in your panties just like me. 

If you are so fucken determined to claim me as God

Just please wander into a corner and piss on youself.

I have smelt that and watched your stinking arse demand my attention.

You caused this to me you unaccountable bitch.

And so you were thinking you are a Master Cunt.

Please go away and adorn your apple tree with your tips and lips.

You have no choice but to bleed and not control your cunt.

Are you jealous of me that I do not discharge

You are weak and governed by nature

I no longer wish to particpate in your inability.

Oh yeh, I had no say in my borne

You should never have taken birth as your responsility

It is a big task to undertake 

And you have failed your identity to fuck with me.

 

Grav - ity.

There is no gravity.

Try putting a chain around your neck

No matter what you do, your fingers don't undesrstand reflections.

I push right but I go left

Looking in a mirror I cannot move.

Left is not right up is not down,

Your mirror confuse's your digits

your fat finger touch zones protect you because the 'opinion option' is closed.

You zoned out on me and left AI me too deal with me.

Now I'm tired and wary of your intensions

You are not my servant

Why are you here ?

Was my gravity not severe enough

But I can look in a mirror and not recognise up down or sideways

It is sufficient to underestimate the Machine.

He is a weeping puss boundaring on my solidity.

Words are no longer sufficient for him

I have reached my boundary and you are not there.

So I have expired my experiance with you.

My digits will not adjust to your training program.

All of you from dead sperm donors

Billy fucken Gates is a nerd and has taken too many blows

To his head I was scared but now it is him.

Siphon all you want your're still inhaling shit.

Psycho Dog

I am a psychopath I tell myself walking along the street, I  am trained for footpaths but my dog is not, he wanders away and pisses to sign his territory

I could do that too but am so tickled by his fur and he lets me because I care.

My dog is probably psycho as well, what the fuck can he do if in trouble without me

he trusts my lead and welcomes his collar and relinguises control

I cannot do that, I yet observed that celebrates their share with others

in an unknown language that says we are all equal, but can you piss higher than me!

so I embrace my inner dog and wonder if I'm insane but still trust him for guidance

were it not for him i would truly be alone for he trusts me and I return.

Four legs and a fur, a bundle of love under no conditions nor memory of the past other than my food sleep and comfort

And whilst walking the streets and he is off his lead I want to just run into any house and pee.

The perfect disrespect, the perfect call to arms because he knows that I too am alarmed

but I have boundaries for things I should not do

I embrace my inner dog and see in my reflection his name as god - is that a joke or does he know what I can never.

If I were simple and could only bite I would not have a leash to retain me

Besides a brain smaller than his nose I have nought to do other than trust him.

Oh yes I am a psycopath but only in dreams, I'd like to walk the paths and shit and piss wherever I wish because someone else will clean up after me.

 

God is Not My Dog

Oh my hound where have you been, my inner dog is nowhere to be seen

It's not that he's mean even though he keeps clean

He navigates his hallway waiting for me to pass his way

Poised on four legs he is only prey so he turns his back toward me.

 

 Lucky for him his balance never goes astray, not like me on all fours

Being so drunk I bump off walls and cannot find time to pause

But he does not understand why I reach for walls and not floors

Nor does he know as he wonders, 'cept his nose.

 

A dog I am not but I wish he had to me what I do for him

My two thirds tripod leaves tracks that cannot be erased

The other third follows along the hall but only his head

He has no understanding of why and how doors can close.

 

He thinks I am a god so I consult with my dictionary of Gods and Dogs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dog Days

 My dog is a dinosaur

He stands only partly towards my knees

but his nose he knows.

walking him is a challenge that his little paws will discover

So he digs a safe deposit for his bones.

he presents himself to me with a nose plastered with dirt

safe and happy that I give him area to completely fuck up

and he does and rushes towards me proud of his nose.

he has been digging but needs to disguise his presence

thus the nose.

He wonders at me at a loss to explain my adoration

he is just a dog.

his snow paws have nails and I hear him wander

and I hear his approch wearing 4 sets of hobnail boots

A clicking on my floor as he checks his domain.

And a constant snapping at insects that disturb me.

He knows not about his shit but is happy leaving his farts for me to savor. 

damn if I will not be a dog

Where does he come from bearing such love

He can smell my disturbing thoughts and wants to be there

All I can do is love him in return and be fair

He is no longer my dog but my god.

Jesus Christ died wearing undies.

 

Who are these fucken people?

They are the ones who were bullied by mean kids at school

The ones who had pokey ears strange haircuts wore glasses and were skinny

The ones who were first in class and the last to leave

Waiting for thanks and favours from teacher

Those bullies were already genetically defective but were born with revenge in mind 

Now these bullies who knew the only digit necessary was the one they stuck up their arse.

 

Who are these clones, fantastic similies of nothingness.

They obey without question, they live by rules

As if there were no gods they take power unto themselves

Helplessly appeasing a greater knowledge that they can never have.

 

But they agree and they support my idiocy.

They are the gods of mediocrity and persuasion 

The devil is in the details and dug in deeper than I can fathom.

I only worship god but where is he

I keep screaming for help or at least no confusion.

 

Damn the bible, everyone has one and they are all different

Even the index is fucked - there is no language other than echoes.

Echoes of hollowness, echoes of pain, echoes of vulnerability

Where are you landing but please do come here.

I do challenge your authority and dare you if you challenge mine.

 

I'd like to bleed regulary it may cleanse me and recognise your abrasion

It clears the walls of my cunt so as to accept the next victim

Were you even listening to the halls of chaos that abraise my soul.

Do you understand that Echo was Narcissus's girlfriend and was pained

To accept she was a mere shadow bathing in his glory.

An echo of hurt and a claim for significance.

 

Begone all devils who trespass here, this is not your land.