I want filth.
I want dirty
Raw
Natural
Unrefined
Filth.
I want dirt
And stone
And life
And time.
I want her to be
Not too dirty,
And not too clean.
I want her to make me crazy
So that I can understand
The madness of sanity.
Not too crazy
And not too sound.
My desires are like echoes
In an ancient cave.
Echoes from dinosaurs and lost souls
Reflecting off of
Modern man.
I couldn’t resist
Power.
It destroyed most of my body-parts.
All I have left
Is a little bit of the power
Which destroyed me.
It chiseled away at the stones
And made familiar forms.
It cut off the branches
And made houses.
I want her to be
Stupid…
Stupid enough to respect
Intelligence.
But not too stupid.
Respect
Is so afraid
And calm.
I want to punish her
By giving her
The benefit of the tribulations
Without her having to be at any sort of loss.
I want others
To learn from my mistakes.
I want them to suffer
For the things I can’t control,
Inside of myself.
I want them to immediately overcome
That part of me
And defeat it.
Hunters
Grab hold of my fleshy parts.
Take, and make good use of this thing.
I’ll just keep on changing,
And can’t avoid all of the death.
At least let me die into
Progress.
The seed needs the dirt.
The heart needs the air.
The eyes need the color.
Dirty, colorful
Freedom.
Fuck you
Jews.
Jesus, piss off.
Satan
I wish they never spoke of you.
Evil
You’re the most misunderstood thing
Ever.
Evil:
The most powerful
Hard to handle
Undeniable
Danger to all fantasy.
Figs and manna
Aren’t enough.
I’m not
A skeleton.
Give me the future.
The dirty, uncut, young, vibrant future.
May wise and natural enemies defeat me.
May powerful and good friends save me.
May nature run its course.
I’m not better than the universe.
Damn you
Reality,
You’re so…
Oh well…
I wont shit too much
Today.
Don’t forget to clean your paws
After we’re done getting messy.
I’m a mammal
I’ll lick it clean,
Even if
I’m soon filled with disease.
Disease is when
A little factor
Becomes more powerful than a whole system.
I want to cure the disease,
Too.
Let me break
All of your germs.
Let me
Heal everything
Even if it hurts me for a while.
Perfection
Disowns.
Ice is perfect…
But life needs warmth.
Life needs
A little of the chaos that
It came from.
Man has always had his wine;
His self-poisoning.
Let it be a good poison…
A poison that one day makes all strong and wise.
Let there be good filth,
Good dirt
For good seeds.
Good work and good trouble.