consistent this is isnt [AKA] (HAPPYFUCKINGNEWYEARS)

CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCUS! RING! dancing wings that implant dreams on the boundaries between dark and wrong and strangers thinking the illusion is broken began to suspect it was real all the time is spent broke and broken denying that we never had bad bad boy just a toy and always ready to play but underneath end is neat tidy scrubbed and loved just waiting for resignation reservations playing on the moment and deciding it wasnt quite the expectation of the motive but still still KILL KILL KILL out of fear or celebration taking knives and cleavers and segregating meat from eaters destination unknown but faster still this train goes and its on steel lines running rudderless from A to ME somewhere in the middle something was lost but cant look now its just a blurred wind shine dangling in the twilight my light guides me sidelines like me but standing makes me ill take my fill and your fill too times two because its never enough just my luck never my trust just my love never obsessed just undone and let go hanging by a thread a rope a noose wriggle wriggle tooth smashes on skin but neither bleed because its so hot outside that everything is dry dry dry scrape at the surface and watch the dust spin into the sun scrape at the sun and feel your ever building feelings of futility and failure catch up with you wasted life too young to try but its overwrought overdone over easy lunging till the tendon breaks rubberband ricochet quadracep feel it in your gut but push it back down hold it down hold it there it feel the power draining and keep your face straight while you look into the lake the same thing is happening there but he cannot breathe you pretend to see and you look at yourself rippling through your mind holding your leg the cleaver chasing beavers while the beavers just have fun think you own the land think you own the dam they built the damn dam you cant contain its tears filled with sunshine sparkling on the water skip a stone jesus rocks till he plops and sinks most of the time its in the air anyways only hits the water to push it away cant stay very long one two three can we learn to count while we wait can we wait while we learn about about face march away cant care where we land as long as we jump far enough on the way but im staying on my locomotive engine engine of design while i stand still im taken forward sleeping car fall back on my back look at the celling for once too bad its pitch black just want to touch it feel its texture press my neck onto it scratch down to my waist watch the rain fall watch the trees grow watch out watching while i watch gloating im on a boat sail to the shore and the impossible corpse looks at me its leg behind its head still grinning for mama grab your ankle float you in front of the water you dance on tension cant you break it nope youre too bloated full of gas decaying pop the bubbles and the frogs like to play on it youre mostly water anyways cant hold onto you pour you into a cup consume you and watch youre effects on my system burn the boat and sprinkle yeast into the wind in memory let it grow lest you ferment in my belly intoxicate me with your toxins i just want to float i just want to fly pop the bubbles let me into my mind and maybe i can see what you were talking about ten and ten and ten and one plus two thousand thats too many to count to cant you mount your mouth into a shallow grave one million that wont ever have faces planted with traces of intent but never never never offered started to wither push and pushed and pushed and given but whats left to give its been taken away long ago when we changed our home and changed our home and changed our home the loan star shone star porn star afraid of the penis paid to do this and painted putrid but the train never stops let me off fly or flop just jump off your hand into the battlefield sieze the stars and watch them melt into sunlight.

TWO JANUARY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN