JACK ASSES IN THE BOX

THERE’S A MURDEROUS FAST FOOD EPIDEMIC and the richest man in the world died today, there are always pathogens in HOT, BLOODY, WET, STEAMY. ROTTING, WARM BLOODED FLESH. bill bennett, arlen specter, sam nunn, arnold shwartzenegger (sic) in his humvee proudly. INSIDE THEIR vehicles, inside politics, inside suits of armor, inside the SENATE AND THE HOUSE, INSIDE THE CLUB. WHY ARE STRAIGHT MEN SO AFRAID OF DICKS? go, navy. TAILHOOK. NOW, THAT’S scary. straight dicks are magic. straight dicks are right. WHEN MY DICK STANDS UP, IT IS RIGHT. WHEN YOUR DICK STANDS UP, IT IS WRONG.
bob dolebobdolebobdolebobdole.
no homosexuals that’s not natural.
SLAUGHTER HOuses, ground beef, meat hooks, SEXUAL H.
RAPING WOMEN IN THE MILITARY IS OK BECAUSE IT’s higher moral ground.
NO PAIN; NO GAIN. OR IS IT, NO INFLICTING OF PAIN; NO GAIN?
MEAT HOOKS.

THE RAPE OF WOMEN IS NATURAL. CRUISE MISSLES, NUCLEAR WARHEADS, THE KING-SIZED PENETRATIONS; THOSE are natural.
the club is natural.
hamburger is natural.
keep eating.

—Virtual Unreality by Exene Cervenka

people always are sure to ask me if I’ve taken my meds;
but they never do ask me if I’m okay.

Shut up bitch like it
says on my t-shirt.

She is original sin.
The scapegoat; the
prostitute.
Chased by the hissings
and whipped up wishes
of man made weather.
Soaked to the skin by their
tongue’s imaginings;
running from doorway to
doorway, just in time to ditch
every obscene tornado. She wishes
she had an umbrella.
And that’s just a walk to the corner.

Our male defined world.
Our need for approval.
Our removal to the mall.
We shop while they blow up
the world.
Because the world is female;
Like a doll.
The ladies room is a screaming
hall of mirrors that makes us
feel deformed and badly
compared. We hate our bodies
Because there is something inside
that we are not allowed to see.

You are tits and ass.
As if we haven’t fed you enough.

As if mothers milk was cheap
whiskey.
You know why the devil has horns?
Because the crescent moon
and horned animals were the
symbols of women.
Snakes, too.
Nature is the devil;
we are nature.
We are the devil;
the devil is the world.
And when the world dies,
her killers will just say,
“the bitch asked for it!”

—Virtual Unreality by Exene Cervenka
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
—(via loveless-people)