frogger as an allegory for existenz

the System isn't real
that's why it works so well

the accusations never spoken
run deepest

I know of nothing greater
than the all-encompassing I

every attitude is like a
stepping stone on quicksand

hop, friend, hop!

do you get it?

Do you get it?
The joke that has no end
we laugh, a bark
we display our conceits
proudly, they are all we have left
oh do you get it
only the narcissistic babblers
none have it
fucking LSD
do you get it?
I want to show you
you can eat my shit
we can tape it
put it on YouTube
someone might see it
what the fuck is happening?
what the fuck are we doing?
do you get it?
there isn't any solution
without the problem
there is nothing
the problem demands a response
I demand that you
respond
do you get it yet?
are you even trying?
“I don't get it”
“It's ironic”
“Why?”
Uh...

Love

prayer to God

shaking and praying
sending nervous laughter to G-D
hallelujah, buddy
can you make me feel like a twenty?
a crisp bill, arsenic of the Olympians
I hope you're still taking notes
this is where it gets interesting, confession
I've been teasing you with my sins
playfully digging deeper
this is how I get your attention, right Daddy?
Oh Lord,
please allow me to
overcome something
and find
something else
allow me to repeat myself
without being
aware
and
without feeling
silly

I have no voice to speak to You with,
all these words are on loan
I'm not sure when their meaning will
get to You,
and chances are
meaning isn't even mine to give
but
You know I mean something by it
the gesture
it's all we have, you know
I'll make the gesture

I am Sin, this is Sin,
you are Sin, we are Sinning

own your discomfort
the things that make you uncomfortable
are the things
that show you something
about
yourself

not You, oh Lord! Twas merely an aside!
how could I demand anything of You?
but you know...
you did promise me
eternal
somethingness?


i'm not even really sure I want it
what's it like exactly?
please, put it in writing
and
I'll have my lawyer
get back to you

deceptive honesty

oh numinous antinomies
trap me in thy confusion
together we deliver to humanity
the bitter taste of our confession
finally, we are free from belief
free to weep for what this world lacks
free to own our awe, free to lie,
to tell sweet, sugary lies, to sink
into the fantasy of our choosing

who's bitter?

Have you inherited the AdSense?
to click or not to click
to become one with the flow
the pure flow of capital
the schizophrenic movement of nothingness
buy like a Buddhist
open up, open up completely
open up your wallet, and we will rub your belly
play the game, bet your life
if you're clever you can exploit your way up
unfair? don't be a sore loser
if the game were fair it would be pure chance
and the game lets us know who we are
we are the winners

yes the colors are creamy, cool
reality becomes metallic and smooth
we either glide along or encounter it abruptly
a great crunch, the effortless collapsing of spines

check the dashboard, it knows
how fast we're going, how far we've gone

Re: emptiness

Nothing supports us
we cling to the dissipating past
we fall, drift, float
in the void motion is meaningless
(yet the light still flows)

Power wrought by a ghost
delivers sporadic bursts
an imposition to create
doomed to repeat, or doomed
to understand?

No answers in Science
no answers to satisfy
only lies to placate
dig deeper, give yourself to the dirt
blood, broken nails—an answer

Suffering is the beauty of screaming trees
where infinity and nothingness touch
where lovers find themselves in eternity
where Death finds Shame
Suffering has written all the holy names

This is where Heaven and Hell touch
that old married couple
with their wrinkled fingers
and tired countenances
like wine pouring from the wounds
into the wood

Bugs under the floorboards
attain complete transparency
nothing left to see
nothing but sparks as invisible gears grind
feel the heat, see the light
Nothing is behind them

This is our freedom
things move too slowly for insanity
deconstruct, reconstruct
build a palace from the rubble
merzbau, merzbau, merzbau
I am trash, you are trash
We cannot get any lower
Sink into yourself
Into your suppressed possibilities
We will make ourselves a new Garden
of silicon

Systematized Ambiguity

First, invert
common notions--
the commoner eats his dirt
with the hands his shovel
gripped, he smells
nothing
and tastes even less
he is blind to the abstract Notion,
to the God that strips our
pretensions and makes us
nothing,
unveiling our unessential
Essences.

Second, trace
the fleeting feeling,
cling to dispersion
the wind whispers
a dull truth,
re-interpret! isomorphisms
left, a new right.

Third, silence
the suppression of doubt,
the turning about
forgetting forward
make a step, leap
I am falling, I am the Fall,
taller than myself, accelerating,
no reference in dead space,
moving past myself,
no reference,
no preference,
void avoided
ten four.

Dissimulate disappearance
dismiss disparagement
dance self-deprecatingly
don't be alarmed
we've been circling a while now
but didn't you think we'd get closer?
You can almost feel the heat
as it makes its absence known
you can almost feel the pull
of life's wake passing
through clouds of error
from echoic obscurity
to Lucidus.

X goes to 0

If everyone were like me
there would be no more problems
except the ones I have with myself
which might be all of them

If everyone were like me
we would all
put down our guitars
and pens
and lie on the ground
and get up
and walk around

If everyone were like me
we would look at one another
and see this look
that we knew we had
and couldn't escape
and we could feel it on ourselves
trying to tear through the skin

If everyone were like me
life would be death
and the dead
would mourn the living

If everyone were like me
we could still be less
and the boundaries reset
creation in the space of breath

on a plastic ashtray

So he cried out to the unyielding sky
And it had become absolute
Between his unrealized fate
And himself, he could draw no connections
Only convey a tendency
Entropic principle of self
Naturally, he should be disjointed

Exposed parts gleam
Everything stumbles with him
A queue of the forgotten dead
In the rearview mirror, wave
And remind him where he's going
Ahead, the statues loom
And cast disappointed glances

He said it's enough to believe
He said tomorrow will be better
He said I think therefore
I must be right
And when he was alone again
He asked silently
Why me?

radiculitis

adorned shears plastered
through anachronistic nooks
solvent rabble rendered indissoluble
linked to kill, the ineluctable cure

glowing barometers indicate
unctuous aneroids' umbrage
or the 'there' of hydrocyclic theories
a mere means, the merely mortal

number of all seals on
thy tire iron idol implies
to reduce salient uses try
rubber caresses, clay abuses

radiating radiculitis
repealed lips own pearls
twins born in drowning
ink spills limpid

mid-upper paralysis
steel glimpse, sleep's boundaries
to the kind arab sister
redundant, drowsy resistance

germanic origins

a new German night, to the gold crew
the cold of the night, to be still, still
the issues are honored, Belvedere
does not smile, or tell the time-tested
lies, the lion in the jungle, rings
magic circles disarming circus freaks
stripped down to pale yellow musk
a fiendish belly, tundra turned inside out
before you now are small rocks and
sea shells, as you saw she was selling
or had been, as you were, no words, but
swords, daggers, pre-prescribed Romulan rites
an excess of purple cloth, nervous smile
what makes the clicking man tick
enabled consistently through and through
inconsistency, my friendly devil, my only
stain, urge, resisting recollection
through and through, such a lovely shade
for my lovelies, shading the harsher tones
a man must do what a man must do what
we must make of our sins, brick buildings
trite formalism becomes quite the revelation
seeing through unopened eyes, lovely
riding on beats that advertise their no-surprise
the smooth waves, we are in passing, artists
but ah! for too long no more; too open to the tired sea
to produce patterns of sense, sputtering
i am your broken machine, that i am cannot
be expressed, only repressed, pointing wildly
there goes the mighty invisible!
the Germans will hunt him to where
the beginning touches the end
dressed in resplendent gold,
and how they will fall
over the edge
we sing
and
dance
their story
while mother ages
a new wave for her old worries

gottesfreunde (friends of the text)

time does not end inside himself
space makes room for all her friends
together they embrace us all,
they are big; we are small
la, la, la la, la la, la, la, la la
time is not beside himself
space extends her gracious heart
we, their modest children
could not bear to see them part