ViralVerse

I have a headache. It is a very bad headache. My face is now going to explo

yep.

Pretty, Petty, Pestilence ~ viral Verse, October 25, 2009 – Noon

Her tears washed over me like majestic bullets from the sweetest machine gun

Her words bathed me in their cacophony, and never have I suffered more serenely

Her touch cracked my heart open again, and again, and again,

and I reveled in the discord, in the discomfort, in that same august pestilence, once again,

always again… or maybe just always.

Give me the sun and the moon and the stars

Give me success and fame and prosperity

Give me every color of life from blue to red to green to pink to purple to,

yellow and red and orange and everything in between

Never you mind;

I’ll take winsome oblivion again, this time

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<3

Time to wander about the city and find a nest in which to deposit my stash of THINGS, and myself. MYSELF! ?? :o

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Friday, October 23 2009

I’ve Had Enough & Fuck You Very Much

And the proles, they start rush hour early this morning, most mornings, every morning. I suppose it’s due to the anticipation of the drudgery to come – another day of slavery to the almighty dollar and the wage; tick-tick goes the clock, and they have not yet even clocked in, most of them.

Oh, but they’re all somehow permanently clocked out.

I checked out of that lifestyle long ago. I will not be toyed with by the Fates that rule over these absent-minded piles of absent-minded flesh. The automatons still seek to master the art of, well, I don’t know, exactly, and thank Goddess for that.

I couldn’t. I wouldn’t, and I don’t. I suppose the world needs its slaves. Ideally, there need be none. Ideally the working class would enjoy their work. Ideology these days exists within the walls of the Mega Church, the multinational corporate storefronts, in Playboy magazines and on MTV, but never was it further from the ether and the essence of, well, us.

Just say no to iDiocy. Or don’t.

Yes, I would like that super sized, if you please. Yes, I would like platinum with my white gold with my diamonds with my key bump of the best uncut shit you couldn’t get if you were sucking my dick right now.

Give me the least economical and the most stylish. Give me sexy, but never practical. Give me insanity packaged and divided into little plastic baggies for me to dip into whenever my trigger finger itches.

Give me all the beauty, all the elegance, and all the sophistication fit for the illegitimate, estranged son of both Logic and Lust. I exist for public discourse and hyper-uniformity slash incongruence, and if you become displeased, despondent, then surely you must digress, and did you know that we have pills for that, dear?

Lynchings enforced at all times; firing squad not optional.

Give me a fractured ego, soul, conscience, lifestyle, character, personality, and after life. Give me all your social cancers and programming, wrapped up in easy to swallow Pop Stars, waiting to be sucked down piece by piece or all at once, whichever is better for your bottom line.

And that bottom line is this – I’ve had enough, fuck you very much.

Keep your uniformity and I will exalt in my struggle.

Forget it. ~ wed. Oct. 21, 2009 00:01 – vV (viralVerse)(.com)

Fire and brimstone are my bread and butter
I looked up and saw nothing
I looked down and saw the rest
I chewed their flesh like bubbalicious
I remember drinking in their decay
The cinders of their remains sang so
sweetly across my heartstrings
The bliss of your end is heaven, honest and true
This love can not be touched or tarnished
Not polished, not undone, and it is forever,
and then forever again, and again, unto the last infinite existence

I long to have you here with me, my loveliest corpse
Lying under me, a moaning mannequin, not quite pretty
a silent suicide victim, not yet dead
Don’t stop bleeding, never stop loving me, dolly

And your stench remained upon you like
fleas upon a dog, like the fetus within the other woman,
like the shit upon a pig, like corpses upon a battlefield
A most beautiful current of filth running within your veins,
ebbing and flowing within you like the blackest bile
into your waiting mouth

And in my dreams we die together over and over unto infinty,
into that same eternal nothing, into the most beautiful abyss
And you, always first, and always so slowly
And we laugh as you cry as you fade away
And then… I awake to a new day of serenity

With only your ghost to laugh at, to mock,
to piss on, and to dismiss at will. – vV (viralVerse)(.com)

Tonight, I stared into a night sky devoid of stars. There were many clouds, and they were expansive, yes, but even in their gaps the stars did not shine for me from my vantage point in Houston, Texas.

I knew the smog was bad, but jeez! I don’t ever remember having looked up to a night sky like this one.

A sign of the times, I suppose.