this text has a year and a half on it's back and i have since transformed most of it into separated poems (in swedish) ... but this is the first time the raw text is made public ... enjoy if you will
- whomever the fuck
- well fuck am i s'posed ta respond
- dun fucking know
- blackout
- wha's tha buzzing noise
- wha?
- in my head man in my fucking head
- fuck should i know – fucking bring it on
- huh?
- you talking to me HUH ... HUH?
- fuck do i care anyhow
- anyway
- no way man
- way man
- seriously
- blackout
- know what the fuck ass did then
- fucking bring on the noise
- blackout
– holywardumbfuck fucking wiped his ass and
– break me open and ... (sigh)
– if i could only
– fucking weird
- anyhow
– broke into little pieces
– like umm i smashed his fucking face through a shopping cart
– smoked a few and tried not to
– blackout
– trigger'd the fucking sprinkler-system
– like dead rats in the bathtub
– rode the bus 'round 'round 'round like a fucking commuter from nowhere
– going nowhere?
– 'til the fucking busdriver kicked me off more like he jacked me off
– Jack who?
– all seems a bit
– anyhow
– blackout
– fuckhead numbskull just sat there
– fucking smug like a cat licking his fucking ass
– what's that fucking noise
– i've no idea
– bring it on
– blackout
– blood boiling allover the fucking place
– no way
– way
– pissed down like a fucking rainbow
– no fucking blatter control whatsoever
– almost fucking drown'd
– blackout
– so i fucking told cuntface liar liar pants on fire
– what?
– fucking told him
- all seems a bit
– i know Bridget told me
– caught a glimpse of Bridget
– on the bridge waving hell o maybe goodbye i can't fucking remember hair down over her face
– anyfuckinghow
– no use dwelling on old shit like that
– her arm in some impossible angle
- bullshit i never
(Hazy winter morning, just before dawn. Man in a black hood blindfolded and gagged.)
- Woke up under my bed
– in a dream.
- Fucking bitch tricked me. Cunt.
- you sure
– fuck yeah
– bullshit i never
– blackout
- Blackeyes deep inside the wall of
– the deep mist of an irrevocable dream
– nightmare more like
– bullshit i never
– cunt
- So i. Took my pills. Took me a while to unmask the beast hiding inside the wall. Even longer to
– escape it's hungry
– claws jaws acid eyes
– staring. Fucking weird dream.
(Me and Bridget at the mausoleum; 1902 – (wolves the size of lions) – Arthur too; so we probably smoked a few behind the rain and the cackling old crone. Missing the big picture. Mongolia – a few centuries before – Bridget on a redeyed stallion across the dry yellowy grasslands)
- And then the pills finally hit and i was
– no wait we, me and Bridget
– blackout
- Anyway. Where was i? Me and Bridget right.
- Left
- Two fucked up kids screaming down hangover highway. Lost in
– vortex.
- Kissing and biting
– her bloody lips on mine
– and then
– neverfuckingmind that. Miles from anywhere
– centre of nowhere
– Bridget just looked at me or maybe she dunno how we
– and then she
no
wait
maybe
- she didn't anyway. Neither did i. Don't think i did. Just two lost. She broke into ...
(Small apartment above the broken windows over by 23rd and cats the size of polarbears. Me and Bridget, Arthur too smoking snakeskins and cactuses Bridget laughing hysterically as Arthur dissolved)
– just gradually disappear'd into
– blackout.
- Nothing, just another season in hell
- Tonight we're gonna fucking fuck the sun into a fucking blackhole
– asshole
– fuckhole.
(Bridget's sleeping. The black beast inside the walls of)
– slippery across the floor for her. Me? umm i'm just
– nevermind
– blackout
– Bridget, head shaved clean dirty lingerie and sunglasses through the dark in an worndown dodge
– screaming down the highway, howling like a fucking banshee
bridget – bring it on fucking bring it on - i couldn't go faster
– the friction was absolutely intolerable
bridget – intolerable i tell you
– are you fucking paying attention.
Watch it kid.
Fuck you.
Anyway. The highway and me and Bridget at the centre of nothingness
– wastelands of static
bridget – what's that buzzing noise
– don't worry love it's just the highway. The friction. The fucking friction.
bridget – intolerable –
- couldn't go faster. Arthur was back in the back. Just before the breaking point.
Bridget (laughing) dancing
– blackout
– Me? Well s'pose i was watching from the window
– smoking as the sun rose.
- Were we dead already
Bridget (shakes her head)
– doesn't seem to agree. Never even blinked as we hit the badlands.
(The sunburnt old mansion. The pornographic old philostopher dying there)
– Bridget told me later.
-Never felt more alive (she cried) the first one is the toughest to get over
– the rest
– well they just sort of happen
– i s'pose
- blackout
(the bright red spots in front of
her eyes secret stars stains
of broken screams)
- blackout
Poetry by sweetsisterray
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Written on 2006-03-07 at 11:42
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deadman blues pt1
- fucking asshole told me i'm not who i'm s'pose to be; i'm not s'posed to be what i fucking am- whomever the fuck
- well fuck am i s'posed ta respond
- dun fucking know
- blackout
- wha's tha buzzing noise
- wha?
- in my head man in my fucking head
- fuck should i know – fucking bring it on
- huh?
- you talking to me HUH ... HUH?
- fuck do i care anyhow
- anyway
- no way man
- way man
- seriously
- blackout
- know what the fuck ass did then
- fucking bring on the noise
- blackout
– holywardumbfuck fucking wiped his ass and
– break me open and ... (sigh)
– if i could only
– fucking weird
- anyhow
– broke into little pieces
– like umm i smashed his fucking face through a shopping cart
– smoked a few and tried not to
– blackout
– trigger'd the fucking sprinkler-system
– like dead rats in the bathtub
– rode the bus 'round 'round 'round like a fucking commuter from nowhere
– going nowhere?
– 'til the fucking busdriver kicked me off more like he jacked me off
– Jack who?
– all seems a bit
– anyhow
– blackout
– fuckhead numbskull just sat there
– fucking smug like a cat licking his fucking ass
– what's that fucking noise
– i've no idea
– bring it on
– blackout
– blood boiling allover the fucking place
– no way
– way
– pissed down like a fucking rainbow
– no fucking blatter control whatsoever
– almost fucking drown'd
– blackout
– so i fucking told cuntface liar liar pants on fire
– what?
– fucking told him
- all seems a bit
– i know Bridget told me
– caught a glimpse of Bridget
– on the bridge waving hell o maybe goodbye i can't fucking remember hair down over her face
– anyfuckinghow
– no use dwelling on old shit like that
– her arm in some impossible angle
- bullshit i never
(Hazy winter morning, just before dawn. Man in a black hood blindfolded and gagged.)
- Woke up under my bed
– in a dream.
- Fucking bitch tricked me. Cunt.
- you sure
– fuck yeah
– bullshit i never
– blackout
- Blackeyes deep inside the wall of
– the deep mist of an irrevocable dream
– nightmare more like
– bullshit i never
– cunt
- So i. Took my pills. Took me a while to unmask the beast hiding inside the wall. Even longer to
– escape it's hungry
– claws jaws acid eyes
– staring. Fucking weird dream.
(Me and Bridget at the mausoleum; 1902 – (wolves the size of lions) – Arthur too; so we probably smoked a few behind the rain and the cackling old crone. Missing the big picture. Mongolia – a few centuries before – Bridget on a redeyed stallion across the dry yellowy grasslands)
- And then the pills finally hit and i was
– no wait we, me and Bridget
– blackout
- Anyway. Where was i? Me and Bridget right.
- Left
- Two fucked up kids screaming down hangover highway. Lost in
– vortex.
- Kissing and biting
– her bloody lips on mine
– and then
– neverfuckingmind that. Miles from anywhere
– centre of nowhere
– Bridget just looked at me or maybe she dunno how we
– and then she
no
wait
maybe
- she didn't anyway. Neither did i. Don't think i did. Just two lost. She broke into ...
(Small apartment above the broken windows over by 23rd and cats the size of polarbears. Me and Bridget, Arthur too smoking snakeskins and cactuses Bridget laughing hysterically as Arthur dissolved)
– just gradually disappear'd into
– blackout.
- Nothing, just another season in hell
- Tonight we're gonna fucking fuck the sun into a fucking blackhole
– asshole
– fuckhole.
(Bridget's sleeping. The black beast inside the walls of)
– slippery across the floor for her. Me? umm i'm just
– nevermind
– blackout
– Bridget, head shaved clean dirty lingerie and sunglasses through the dark in an worndown dodge
– screaming down the highway, howling like a fucking banshee
bridget – bring it on fucking bring it on - i couldn't go faster
– the friction was absolutely intolerable
bridget – intolerable i tell you
– are you fucking paying attention.
Watch it kid.
Fuck you.
Anyway. The highway and me and Bridget at the centre of nothingness
– wastelands of static
bridget – what's that buzzing noise
– don't worry love it's just the highway. The friction. The fucking friction.
bridget – intolerable –
- couldn't go faster. Arthur was back in the back. Just before the breaking point.
Bridget (laughing) dancing
– blackout
– Me? Well s'pose i was watching from the window
– smoking as the sun rose.
- Were we dead already
Bridget (shakes her head)
– doesn't seem to agree. Never even blinked as we hit the badlands.
(The sunburnt old mansion. The pornographic old philostopher dying there)
– Bridget told me later.
-Never felt more alive (she cried) the first one is the toughest to get over
– the rest
– well they just sort of happen
– i s'pose
- blackout
(the bright red spots in front of
her eyes secret stars stains
of broken screams)
- blackout
Poetry by sweetsisterray
Read 588 times
Written on 2006-03-07 at 11:42
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