phantom jaw
chewing but not
talking but just spraying saliva everywhere
failing at cunnilingus
brushing toothpaste onto thin air
not really whistling at all
life is a mystery
phantom jaw
16 July 2010
15 July 2010
the time i got halved
as spectral light broke
across the golden boughs
of the iliac trees
at dawn
casting supple shadows
on our hands
and love was real
and time was only a thought
and the deer were barking
softly
softly
and everything was a miracle
i was sliced in half
across the golden boughs
of the iliac trees
at dawn
casting supple shadows
on our hands
and love was real
and time was only a thought
and the deer were barking
softly
softly
and everything was a miracle
i was sliced in half
14 July 2010
TTS MGMT Update July of AD 2010
Hello all,
Please fucking notice the new layout.
New transmissions from the gods will be coming more regularly as the stress levels have skyrocketed allowing continuous delivery.
Do not attempt anything or you will be halved.
THX
LAS
TTS
Please fucking notice the new layout.
New transmissions from the gods will be coming more regularly as the stress levels have skyrocketed allowing continuous delivery.
Do not attempt anything or you will be halved.
THX
LAS
TTS
baby, i'm queztlcoatl
i cold step to your living room
i unfold my majestic wings
i drape you in lightning
i have an erection spanning all time and space
i offer you only eternal happiness
baby this shit is for real
i unfold my majestic wings
i drape you in lightning
i have an erection spanning all time and space
i offer you only eternal happiness
baby this shit is for real
13 July 2010
gibbon farm
life at the gibbon farm
letting the sky have its way with you
letting go of the ghosts
keeping wind in the fridge
tidying up after the lost souls
fucking in a free republic
chewing on a glass of milk
locking yourself in a small tube
doing everything you can
wearing a red bull backpack at midnight
taking stock of your terrific life
all in all partner
it's a terrific day to die
at gibbon farm
letting the sky have its way with you
letting go of the ghosts
keeping wind in the fridge
tidying up after the lost souls
fucking in a free republic
chewing on a glass of milk
locking yourself in a small tube
doing everything you can
wearing a red bull backpack at midnight
taking stock of your terrific life
all in all partner
it's a terrific day to die
at gibbon farm
down to death
twix and sunkist in hand
me and old man carruthers
we were doing horse-steps at the photomat
we were marrying ideas
in the long wheat shadow of agriculture
we glowed in the golden hour
we were anything
famous amos and code red in paw
we hung ourselves over death's maw
we took it to the max
we took it past the max back to the min
we went there and went in
in the long bloodpool in the back
we were definitely guilty
funyuns and jolt in maw
me and old man carruthers
we laid down in the horsekeeper's crypt
we traced stencils in the walls
in the long grey light of amorality
we both tried to hang the other
we twisted the ninth circle
you know what mom always says
feet go down to death
steps lay hold of hell
me and old man carruthers
we were doing horse-steps at the photomat
we were marrying ideas
in the long wheat shadow of agriculture
we glowed in the golden hour
we were anything
famous amos and code red in paw
we hung ourselves over death's maw
we took it to the max
we took it past the max back to the min
we went there and went in
in the long bloodpool in the back
we were definitely guilty
funyuns and jolt in maw
me and old man carruthers
we laid down in the horsekeeper's crypt
we traced stencils in the walls
in the long grey light of amorality
we both tried to hang the other
we twisted the ninth circle
you know what mom always says
feet go down to death
steps lay hold of hell
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