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  “So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales!There's no need for red-hot pokers. HELL IS--OTHER PEOPLE!”
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  Proud to be a Fuck­tard.

  Upcom­ing writes per­co­lat­ing in ye old nog­gin,

  An eru­dite look at the hottest car­toon chicks. I take a com­pre­hen­sive look at the pluses and minuses of sev­eral babes who live in car­toon land.

  “Blood Write” This is a poem I’m work­ing on con­cern­ing the never end­ing search for words that speak the truth and the frus­tra­tion of never find­ing them.

  “Her” This sucker has been in my head for about four months it’s a period piece con­trast­ing the hor­rors of war and the idea of love.

  I’ve been think­ing about cre­at­ing a sub domain called horror.oddpoetworld.com. I am a real hor­ror freak and there is a dearth of infor­ma­tion look­ing at the genre. Too many good flicks escape through the cracks. I would love to get that together and have some real fun with it. Hope­fully I can get it up within the next cen­tury. :)

  Plus sev­eral utter thingys now that you’ve been warned you can stay away. See? I’m not a bad guy. :)

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  • I am Madness March 11, 2010
    Her blood screamed contrast to the polished white porcelain Begging for meaning As it swirled and sloshed And descended down to where? If that all that is left to me? Diluted blood on some incomprehensible journey with the faint pique of Lifebuoy stinging my senses They killed her Stabbed her with lying knifes Shot her dead with scented candles Fried her bra […]
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  • They Come for me March 11, 2010
    As if the beats of my heart were unique. As if I were a star in a long dead constellation To be resurrected by sad eyes Layers of false hope strew the stage Genetically predispositioned to save the gene I am more than that fuckers! Climb they implore Can you not see the light? I can not be blinded by false hope Their penciled [...] […]
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  • SHE IS MINE! March 9, 2010
    FOOL! VILLAGE IDIOT! DO WHAT YOU BECOMES YOU. GATHER FIREWOOD; USE THY STRENGTH TO SERVE WHAT PURPOSE YOU CAN. SHE IS MINE! HAVE I NOT LOVED HER? HAVE I NOT TAKEN HER ON DIONYSIUS’S ALTAR AND GIVEN HER PLEASURE IN WHICH SHE NOW STILL DREAMS? SHALL I REPLAY BEFORE YOUR HAPLESS BEING THE GRUNTS AND GROANS OF [...] […]
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  • The Crazy Lady and the Broken Clock March 6, 2010
    She had the sweetest smile But eyes that seen too many dark places And when she decided to play with the world Her mind was sharp Like a glistening razor Pulled out of Richard Speck’s pocket Blood stained and thirsty Screaming for vengeance Always at that mill Grinding Honing whetting Her hatred for this world But it was the broken clock she carried Around […]
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  • Twitter me this Batman March 4, 2010
    It’s all over the various Blog sites how Twitter and other social networking sites have kept the world informed in the aftermath of the sundry horrors that plague our species on what seems a daily basis. The recent Chilean earthquake is a case on point. Admittedly I will do no research as I [...] […]
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  • My Tears Sizzel in Hell March 2, 2010
    They come unbidden Hated moisture best left for germinating someone else’s pain Blubbering like some faggot Mother fucker Don’t touch me! I do not need your comfort! When they come They will not stop A broken water main Fucking with traffic STOP YOU MOTHER FUCKER I am NOT A FAGGOT! yet they leak from my eyes Palm pressed against can not stem that flow St […]
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  • Lord of the Sky February 28, 2010
    There he was Cold and Dead Eyes open As if Even in death He would seek to pierce the veil The unknowable Oh brave soul! Regal he was As if he would Challenge the Gods themselves in combat Proclaiming to the world even Death cannot dim my flame Lying there Once Lord of the air Sultan of the sky Arcing and dancing upon currents of divine magic Yet Soon to [... […]
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  • Stupid People February 26, 2010
    We were horrified when Roy of Siegfried & Roy got mauled by a 600 pound white tiger. Apparently Herr Roy went into the cage armed with, I guess, one of those magical foot stools and smacked Tony the tiger upside his head with a microphone. “Hey Tiger, jump through a hoop” “Who you smacking upside the [...] […]
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  • The Little Girl on the Shelf February 24, 2010
    She stands alone Forlorn and abandoned A dust gathering trinket Peeping between Timmy’s Cum Lade Graduation Tassels And a faded yellow picture of Grandma Back when she had teeth They talk from time to time Something about failed memory And abandoned dreams Mostly she walks alone Traveling along dusty Mahogany shelves Over torn doilies Past the circus eleph […]
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  • The Vultures Sing February 23, 2010
    The Vultures sing A vicious song Rapacious Bitter Hungry Patient Gliding Upon invisible air Wings painting death Their clock ticks slow Like metronomes Bleeding Mortality Their harmony Discordant Jagged Dissonant Atonal Suspended fourth Needing resolution They alight On the firmament Coal black eyes Seeing through Life Pass the veil Into eternal Damnation Wa […]
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