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(Source: unregistered-hypercam2, via holyfrackincrap)
Sent a Nazi to space today
Sent a Nazi to space today
and it was an OK day.
Got flowers for me mum ‘n’
baseball cards for dad.
But that Nazi is going to have the best flight
he ever had.
I sent a Nazi to space today and
Reagan is in orbit of course.
It was his secret wish you know,
now the whole world has got two
up there to see, all in a row.
Nazis in space,
sounds like a movie but there’s no one acting.
Ulysses is on his way back home as a matter of fact
and maybe he’ll write it.
Yeah, get him to write it. Or Henry Bloom
eating his goddamn Gorgonzola sandwich.
Fuck it. We sent a Nazi to space.
Where’s the cursor?
Well eventually we’ll all get an offer
And we’ll all take it and then what?
We’ll see the lizards crawling across our bodies
We’ll see the snakes trying out after the lizards
And we’ll end up in a predicament and think
Fuck, when did we become so reptilian?
Fuck, when did we become to reptilian?
When did we lose our study of all things?
When were we offered such a grant
As to waste so much money on
Women
Drugs
Drinks
Indulgences!
Indulgences!
The shadow waits for itself
Until the flesh walks among it
And then it consumes
And then you know who you are
Besides your shadow
You are that what was
Of course, the enterprise
Of some lucky billionaire
Of some lucky billionaire who
Waits for it
And then makes you a slot machine
And that’s your face
And that’s your groin
Screaming out money and free drinks
To the unexpecting retiree
With no legs
And lungs depleted
Cashing in the gold for some more
More of what?
A few hundred years ago he was emperor
And he burned down all what was!
As Tacitus was tactful, tasteful, in his telepathy
Christendom was thrown to the zoo
And I me myself and you were thrown too
All Nero and grapes and wine to drink another day
This poem is not finished, anyway.
Angels in space need gasmasks
Angels in space need gasmasks
because there are politicians talking in radiowaves
and there are major conglomerates having sex in the atmosphere
it’s very disruptive
so angels in space need gasmasks.
But then again, angels do not exist. Sorry.
Did I ever tell you about the time....: I accused Damo Suzuki of stealing
I used to put on gigs around my town and was asked to man the merch stall for a friend at one of his gigs in return for a few pints.
In the process of manning said merchandise stall, and not being all that rushed off my feet, a diminutive Japanese looking gentleman came behind the…
You should not haven given me new shoes
You should not haven given me new shoes
because the ones I am wearing now are fine.
No, you should not have given me new shoes
because I’ve already set up a trust fund for mine.
You should not have given me a cake
because I’ve already got leftovers from Janet’s party.
No, you should not have given me a cake
because this specific cake leaves me rather farty.
Dog, where are you going?
Arf arf, woof woof.
What’s that? No, what? You beckon me to follow?
Yes you stupid asshole.
But you are a dog.
Yes, I know. Give me your food.
No, dog. Has no one trained you?
I own a train.
What?
I own a train.
No, oh dear, it seems there has been a misunderstanding. Has no one properly trained you?
Choo choo!
(This poem suffers from the chronic back pain known as Writer’s Block.)
(Source: thehypotheticallife, via serpentmound)
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
Somebody please shut Anthony Fantano the hell up
The “internet’s busiest music nerd.”
What a fucking prick.
In space no one can hear you scream
In space no one can hear you scream
That is what my dad said
As he was screaming it to me in space
Then he took his own advice
And wrote it down for me.
A pale basket
Whenever a whisper is heard
A head nods into sleep
And dreams carve themselves
Into a pale basket
And death is only an invitation
To learn new ways
To learn a new life
To live off a life
Of endless blue skies
Of a horizon gleaming silver
Of a sudden pouring out
Its golden trickle
Down to our Heaven
Down to our Earth
Into our palms
Where we read our fortunes
Where our love lies
Where we-
(intense and disrupting fart noise)
