DOUBLE≠NEGATION

Memories are lies that you can't pretend never happened

2015-05-24T23:27:00.001-04:00

WHAT?

Poison Kills the Princess

have released

a new music and a new video.

You have not been paying attention

and now you

will suffer the consequences.

This one's brand new:

the nerve

And this one has been lurking:

Unexpected delight in loathing

And there is a video:

A video for the nerve! Holy shit! Feel the love!

Over a year

2014-02-14T22:46:00.000-05:00

There might be new music from Poison Kills the Princess, but not now and for you!

For now, go back to that page and listen to everything again! This time with headphones. (You're welcome!)

There is a new video for a reworked version of the song Tamarind. Go watch it!

Now enjoy these pictures, or else!

Just one more thing...

Poison Kills the Princess videos!

2013-01-26T20:31:00.000-05:00

That's right! The band in your delusions has two new videos!
What? You haven't heard them yet? Listen to them:

Poison Kills the Princess

Really digs into your skull, doesn't it?

Watch these...

A performance in Chicago 1997

2012-11-17T00:37:00.000-05:00

Everybody loves cute puppies and drooling cats!

2012-11-01T20:53:00.002-04:00

More writing, more pictures. Nothing important to anyone but me. But you want to look, you want to read. The cute sick puppy compels you.

3/6/12

Job hunting ballet

Hidden deep in the Jungle

Countless exhibitions have failed

To bring back even one petal

Nothing tangible

Only allegory and fabrications

Chanted by elders to the young.

Generations of myths woven

An endless tapestry

Telling tales

Incapable of being forgotten.

The integrity of belief

Balanced

On Hope and Ego.

9/14/09

I’m waiting for you outside

and it’s cold in the sun

But I am patient, like time.

The moments are always the same and bright

and never not only one.

So now I wait with tears turned stars,

only for me. Alone.

But never alone.

9/9/09

Torn from moment to moment

Humming bird, brain fart

This is the middle

Of the shift, all dizzy.

Blind to nothing, but

Unable to see anything, but

I need to stop looking

Need to redirect

Need to focus

Need, deep breaths.

Stop panting

Stop shaking

Deep breaths

Stop twitching.

Focused

To the rhythm inside

Unaware of the noise

Outside,

Just the task at hand.

Reckless moments need to stop

This teetering is not acclimating

The offers of endless wisdom

The volumes of tranquil Now,

Repeating over and over again.

Now is.

9/3/09

The regeneration generator

Will not ignite, the switch is broken.

The doors are swollen, bloated and in the way.

Tripping over limbs must look like dancing from outside.

The reality is that the suffering of others is

Pleasing to view from the observation area.

Waiting turns to watch the next one in line shot down

Makes you smile as a mechanism fires a bolt between the ears.

Painless.

I’m sick of honesty! I’m sick of having no one

To tell the truth to! I’m sick of being.

Remove from within the mess. Remove the layers of humanity

I don’t want to feel like this anymore, but nothing seems to change.

The world can be a beautiful place when you are a part of it.

2009?

This Golden Age

Of decay we stand proud

Against a backdrop of god and glory.

Abundance is the light of desire

In these times of change.

These words used to come so easily,

But I allowed you to beat them out of me!

No longer will this dam stand, holding back the blood in my body.

Shock

The walls are broken or breaking

The air is vibrating

The mood is changing.

Necessity supersedes desire

In times of suffering

Split not twice.

2011?

I would like to fall apart

I would like to touch your heart

I would like to be able to feel

I would like some more time to heal

I would like the world to stop

And when it does, I’d like to quietly get off

I would like to live a lie

And I would like to touch the sky

I would like to see the truth

I would like to not get hurt.

I would like to find

Your palace in the sky

Grab you by your throat

And throw you back to Earth

And show you what you’ve done

What you did to us first

And cannot be undone.

8/15/07

The last drops of blood drip out of the radio

Static means not moving

Frozen in space

The echo of silence beating against itself

Bruised beyond awareness.

The magnitude of disbelief

Rumbling

Turning over and over

Rhythmic like an unbalanced washing machine

And the scream

Is in you.

Within that important place

Behind someone else’s eyelids.

And temptations flicker on and off

A celebration of inspired ideas

Exploding in the distance

The faint smell of burnt hotdogs,

Manure, gasoline, cigarettes

And maybe a little vomit and weed.

2007?

This is more than real

Say it,

Now as forever

This is the world

In a word

Sent down from under the parting folds in heaven

The triumphant return

Of dynamic creation.

That first one was fake,

Because faking it somehow gets you

In the mood.

But every single time after that

And until you were collapsed

And done

Were waves of electric light and

Touch shattering across touch

And connecting to our own universe

I know you feel it too.

Undated

Lips press down upon lips

Pressing hard against lips

And gasping for air between lips

That grinds and melts into lips

Longing to feel the pressure of my lips

Feeling the pressure of your lips

Pushing up forcing down

The volatile combination of passion and

Exhaustion, lust and pre-dawn inebriation.

Beautiful and decadent,

Dirty and sublime.

3/28/01

The reason I care

I’m such a bitter jaded fuck

Ugly, like after the war.

In life, these things are simple:

The ugly prophet and the truth

Teacher and student,

Seeking symbols to translate meaning

To other worlds, so that even when no one cares,

We all have the ability to understand.

The deception is blatant

Nothing is as simple as it seems.

2/11/01

The electronic hiss and buzz of static

Across the terminals of silence

This is a conception,

An epiphany.

It is a chorus of angels

Singing silent hymns to the creator of your choice.

It is blood from the eyes

as you stare into the sun.

It’s the silver scream of the moon

As she impales herself on the Earth

Over and over again.

This sound is inside

It is our link

With what was and will be.

But it’s not quite now.

We have all seen each other

From the inside.

That is why we can’t view each other from the outside.

12/19/00 1:17PM

Spent the last 15 minutes

In bed,

Thinking… about getting up

Thinking… about not wanting to move.

Demotivated makes me feel devalued

Deactivated, machine whirring slowly to a halt.

Deflated position becoming an option

With great disregard to the sender.

A foreign language appears on the walls

(In black and white)

The subject quietly changed to

Soundtrack.

As whispers slink across the floor

To rest at my feet.

The wonders of modern machinery

And the miracles of science

Curiosities that are yet to appear

And a magical connection

Between heart and eyes.

Oh,

2012-05-13T16:21:00.000-04:00

and there are these.

So, yeah...

It's about time!

2012-05-13T15:14:00.000-04:00

It has been almost a year since my last post. It's about time to share some of the stuff I've been working on.

Here is a short and silly video of me and my friend Maude walking towards the Williamsburg Bridge on our way to see Cut Hands in February.

Quite a few new PKtP tracks, in case you haven't been listening on soundcloud. The three most recent...

Cute Sweet in the way

I was sitting in the garden

Meditating

Contemplating the nature of things

When an Angel appeared to me

Beautiful and neutral

And only aware of it’s own Nature (It’s own Existence)

Innocently deceptive

Maniacally gentile

They as one in voices

Reflected in two

Approached me with a calming resign in their eyes

And terror in its motion

Long bony divine fingers

Probe sternly at my chest

Creating

A stern sense of panic

In my heart….

I took a deep breath

And waited –

This blink of a pause

Held on

For an eternity

The Angels blank eyes peered deep into mine

And it exhaled as it opened its mouth

Anxiously reassuring

An Angel told me that you were a bitch

And all was now right with the World

Trumpets, they sounded

And mountains shook

As the Angel faded away

(Use Me)

A soundtrack

Fly (Shit in a Shiny Package)

Shit in a shiny package

- November, 2011

The indignant

Will feel the wrath of the suffering.

Count the days

This is only the beginning.

This is now.

This is a spark in a specific point

In always.

Suffocation and attrition

Invisible behind the glamour.

40 years ago it was ok to be revolutionary!

But “god” forbid

You think to yourself,

“Thank god for 9/11

and those damned terrorists.”

Otherwise they’d be blowing up the stock exchange.

A picture from my now gone myspace page. Yes, that is my foot.

What has become of all of this?

2011-07-24T13:45:00.004-04:00

And here is more writing by me.  All before 2000 (I think):

Sleep would be a lifetime better than this.

Is that too much to ask for?

Just a few years of sleep

Before I go on and grow up

Or just grow dead

To the situations bombarding me.

Sleep is such a prize here

Earned through labor of thought

And the process of art.

Exhaustion is not self-inflicted.

Sleep is not self-induced.

The pain around me is self-indulgent.

There is too much going on to choose

Between one and the other.

______________________________

5/2/97 7:45AM

Sometimes, when it’s really quiet

And I’m alone,

I can hear your heart beating

And little sighs and giggles

And all is well with the world.

My own vacuum releases and relaxes

The power of clarity

Into the valve at the base of my skull

Otherwise used for feeding.

____________________________

(A dream)

I tried to call you last night

You weren’t home.

So I went to your house and I broke in.

I tried to find you

Thinking perhaps you were asleep,

All to no avail.

So I rifled through your possessions

Trying to find a clue,

Something to show to the police

When they took me in.

Some evidence.

Some proof of what I saw.

But the police never showed up and

I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed

That I found nothing.

1997

________________________

Not a passion for digital alarm clocks - 11/19/96 1ish AM

Sleepy time visions of you

Of goddess of my sleep.

This moment separates one of 30 per second.

Images like forgotten gold.

It’s all there

Digital memory

Magnetic signals

Remembering how I feel.

Somehow in your poetic tragic

And your carefree whimsy

Both cynical.

This match of stories

Holds close to me in the pit of sentiment.

-That is a memory-

Captured in a moment of truth

Held above deception

And beyond question.

No more tiptoeing around

A ring of fire.

That is just another way

For me to say

I love you.

____________________________

12/13/99

How weakness of the mind can benefit culture -

Empty promises are still promises,

They still exist

In a world of ghosts.

Unfulfilled promises are rays of the black sun

Nourishing a negative harvest.

This world coexists

But motion makes us blind

And to the naked eye negative exists as unhappy

~Bitter.

Here I watch thoughts leak

Through holes you drilled in my head.

I want to lift you from your ashes

But I’m no humanitarian.

Anyway, you don’t want my help,

You don’t even understand why you need it.

____________________

12/28/99

Impatient

It’s almost the end of the world

Or some would have you believe.

Firecrackers or bombs?

We will all jump when they go boom.

I’m waiting for something to happen,

But I’m not holding my breath

And I’m not holding anyone’s hand

Because I’m not jumping.

I can’t even see the bottom from here.

And I can’t wait for the beginning

To happen again.

And I can’t wait for the fizzle of the dud

That will end up caked on your faces,

Like so much politically correct blackface

On the cartoon cat we’re supposed to forget

Ever existed.

Alone with my candle

The ferocious POW

Will fill the air with a cloud of smoke

Scented like daises.

And we’ll pack our boxes

And move to the next room.

________________________

4/20/97 7:58PM

Love is spiny tentacles,

Long and invisible.

Infect the skin.

Often only wounding the surface.

Shallow wounds are easy to remove,

A little rubbing alcohol on the skin,

A lit match… The poison is weakest in shallow infections.

When the wound penetrate through the skin

To the muscle or deeper

Serious or permanent damage may occur.

It is treatable with constant medication.

Take care of yourself.

________________

Human nature mistrusts magick moments

Magick in any length of time is a moment ripped

From the frame of understanding.

The bones have been replaced to make room for extra skin

To grow over the mountain of fingers.

Turning and fine-tuning

To the electric buzz of the universe.

Are you a transmitter?

Or a receiver?

Signals sent across a sea of moments

Frozen in plastic.

A paperweight of memory

Rips out the warm heart of nostalgia.

Then, a single glance

The softest odor

Sends you reeling back

To when we were gods.

But you can never fully recall anything more than total loss.

In the distance perhaps

A glimmer of the glory of pure joy

Could send you to your assumed recall.

Or the flash of electricity in the air

May put a smile across your face.

But sometimes it feels like that smile was stolen

Off of the face of a child.

And you’re so wrapped up in your own selfish past

That it only feels like heaven.

___________________

(so there)

It's a shame to see this kind of stupid alive and well, even if it's aesthetically pleasing. Or maybe it isn't hostile, maybe it is meant to embrace ethnicity? Or whatever. Fuck everybody.

Oh, by the way! A reminder to check out two new songs by

Poison Kills the Princess

Beauty and filth live side by side. Each often invisible to the other.

Knowing this, perspective is at least partially a choice.

Not too much, it might kill you.

2011-07-20T19:27:00.000-04:00

Tingler

A new track by

Poison Kills the Princess

Catsfromheaven

Poison Kills the Princess via remote viewing

2011-06-05T16:53:00.000-04:00

Like a Breath - A new track by PKtP

Meaning is meaningless

(some things I need)

 Planted from seedlings on 6/1

A downside of work.

Poison Kills the Princess over and over again

2011-04-06T22:06:00.000-04:00

New music by PKtP means good time for all!

The new track,

Beneath it

is the soundtrack to the solipsist genocide.

It's time to wake up the dreamer & shoot them in the face.

A few more words and wishes....

2011-03-24T13:28:00.001-04:00

10/28/02

Desire for growth and fear of change

Battle like marvelous machines.

The future keeps repeating itself

Cycles of revolution reject the inferior,

Humanity slows the process.

If the desire still exists, the cycle is not complete.

The genesis of communication arose from

The basest form of necessity.

Language is the root of belief

Belief is the root of conflict

Conflict is the nature of Man.

And because we cannot defend our Brothers and Sisters

We would erase them

Or sacrifice ourselves.

_______________________________

2/14/01

Imagine the beginning of time,

A void births the Universe –

Creates Life and Light.

It opens like a flower with no definite edge or center.

Imagine the edge of time,

From existence to nothing.

The expansion of the Universe

Silenced.

Matter becomes absence of matter

And there are no more Tomorrows.

Language is corrupt.

Wisdom distorts perception

To maneuver us to fertile pastures.

To push us to the edge

To make room for more grazers,

To seed more pastures,

To feed

To produce

To die.

I’m hungry.

____________________

Untitled *****

Sipping through the same internal straw

Energy passes from body to body

In heavy, viscous fluid.

Tongues licking the back of tongues

At the base of your spine.

Wings, free against a red sky,

Glowing like the end of the world.

I wish we could lose our bodies

In a magnetic stream.

Existing as harmonizing arms

of pure light.

A radiant ocean of unapologetic desire.

A thousand voices, sharing prayers

in the desert at the bottom of my spiritual warehouse.

It feels like no more problems ahead.

No more disasters

No more disappearances

No more holes.

This sacred scrap is all that’s left of me.

________________________________

******(here I am)

A constant flow

There will be no tomorrow

There is a film

And dust.

And the blood from my eyes

As I stare at the Sun

And remember

Everything

And Nothing.

Words in the air

Turn to god in the heart

Of the fool.

A long time has passed

Since you were forgotten,

Since you were young and free

Since you had the ability to be.

Before you realized that what you missed

Was not really anything worth seeing

Or doing

Or feeling.

Without feeling anything more than cheated

Even when you felt connected to something

that was bigger than you

and bigger than anything you ever knew

you knew.

Then it begins again

And something happens

But it’s not like regret,

So it’s not familiar.

But it’s not intimidating,

Like god.

And it radiates light

But not heat.

And when you look up

And rub your eyes

And see that the sun is still there.

___________________________

Untitled

If hostility is an art

Art should never be a career.

This pathetic emotion,

Provocative indoctrination into the

Academy of Lust for Death.

This is not what I had in mind

When time was more abstract.

Is it worse to think of time as flat,

As something linear?

Or to think in many planes?

When the world can not be black or white

How do we lower our standards?

Being Human is a good start.

Like a candle in a whores cunt

Illuminating the path to a destruction of innocence.

Immaculately inconsequential,

My children smell you.

They smell your presence in the distance.

I feel like I’m on a mission from god,

Only god is this jackass dispatcher in a cage.

His name is Louie.

But don’t stop wasting time on anyone’s behalf.

___________________

And this is a pretty new one! And also the lyrics to a new song by,

Poison Kills the Princess

What to be Proud to be

3/15/2011

My words are meaningless

My words are everything

So are yours

Our words are our voice

A song is a lie

Is a truth

Is always just itself.

There is construct

Conjecture and opinion

And we call it

The devil

And god.

The negation of self

Is all that it can be

And I’ve lost the current.

And the light was a string.

This thing and thought and nothing but now

Is now what it was

And never will be.

Turn off the sun

Turn up the static

Fine tune your breath with a familiar tune.

Long to remember and less to forget

And never before

Before,

Before the left behind,

The forgotten,

The deceived and the broken.

I’m humming

I’m buzzing

I’m waiting

For nothing

To come over me.

Like what you read? Check it out NOW on soundcloud!

What to be Proud to be by PKtP

Everything is deliberate

2011-01-21T00:15:00.001-05:00

New music from Poison Kills the Princess!

And a NEW place to put it!

PKtP on Soundcloud

There are two new tracks:

Fuck the Heat

and

In yr Eye

As well as other classic PKtP tracks!

Don't forget, you can also listen at:

PKtP on facebook

and

PKtP on myspace

Demonic

or dead mouse

No new music yet, just a reminder that it exists!

2010-12-29T13:07:00.001-05:00

Poison Kills the Princess is a one man electronic music project featuring me. Lush and profound, it is the soundtrack for everything that you can't see. Obscured visions of the blurry end of time. Headphones or good speakers will enhance your listening experience. Enjoy.

On MySpace:
http://www.myspace.com/poisonkillstheprincess
Or on Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Poison-Kills-the-Princess/105814566155757

We are on the cusp of massive & dramatic change

2010-12-28T21:13:00.000-05:00

I wonder if I will live to see it.

Eclipse 12/21/2010

2010-12-28T21:05:00.000-05:00

Pictures of the last eclipse of 2010 taken with a camera that has no business taking pictures of celestial bodies. Although, I think I caught some satellite movement.

Phone fun, Warning: nudity

2010-12-26T14:39:00.000-05:00

One of the only good nights I had in 2010!

2010-12-26T13:41:00.000-05:00

Swans in Manhattan, early Oct. 2010

A new place to put shit I've written in the past!

2010-10-24T22:30:00.000-04:00

A bunch of this is on my myspace page, where you can't read it.
The images are something I've been working on with televisions.

4/20/05 (pt 1)

“If you are what you eat then I’m coffee and meat”

Mesh the collection compulsion.

Compulsive neurosis,

Invasive probing

Proceeds

Passive machine

Sense of somewhere

More sterile than where you are,

Where you store strips of pride

To sew on.

Scars from a war

You fight with yourself

And always win.

It’s a Miracle!

No need for truth

No obstacle.

When you hold a “truth”

And you call it “The Truth”.

And every day you hope no one catches on

That a scar may not be a scar.

Like a bandage on a freckle,

For the sake of vanity it’s holy denial.

It’s sacrifice of sight for the sake of beauty.

And self-importance is next to godliness.

(pt 2) 4/30/05

Your prayers have been categorized

And put somewhere else.

Somewhere outside

For professional compulsives to compile denial.

Outside of the time you pledged,

Then obligated us to spend.

________________________________________________

9/13/99

I’m stuck on something,

a locked groove,

a broken clock.

Inspired termination avoids insanity.

Random psychic interruptions

repeat in the distance.

Transmitters reach out to nothing.

And you can look out along the horizon,

at eyes and arms outstretched to embrace an idea

rooted in a fear of insignificance,

a fear of being alone,

a fear of death.

Cowards hide behind fists of faith.

I want to be ripped apart by a hurricane!

By god’s rage!

I want to drown in the pouring rain!

To feel a bolt of lightening rip my breast apart,

and spill my essence on the ground.

What, if not what we believe

makes it holy?

Neither experience

or suffering are God.

__________________________________________________

“True Love” 3/5/05

Oh Cats!

I’d be a wealthy man

If the shit you shat

Weren’t shit but gold.

1/3/05

Strange new

Feeling cold -

Not old, but tired.

The brink of something more is deserving of all,

But the observed reserve

the right to refuse admission.

One last wall before more walls

and this is a strong decision

NOT

Disillusioned submission.

What does it mean to say, “I will not be defeated”?

Isn’t it a call to arms?

To be undefeated, first you must fight.

And is it a fight if it’s only in your mind?

Is it a fight if there’s only one side?

Is it cowardly?

Is it fair?

Is it noble?

_________________________________________

3/22/02

It’s not my responsibility to feel

Anything right now.

The hardest things to shake are hate and guilt.

Hate - for lack of trust.

And guilt - for making me hate.

This is not a request.

This is a demand to the wind.

This is the sun dying

Because the filament snapped.

I know what I don’t want.

I want everything to be clear.

I want a reflection.

I want to redirect the light,

In the hope of connecting to home,

But I have no spare bulbs.

No time to climb a ladder to the ceiling.

I feel the pull of the planet.

I’m grounded.

Tethered to the surface.

To cut a hole, the sunlight can charge its source.

The cold creates it’s own gravity,

Warmth is the core.

I RESENT THE INDIFFERENCE OF THE UNIVERSE

Waste complaints still fill a void,

And dissatisfaction burns much cleaner than coal.

_________________________________________________

11/16/01

There is a bit of the moon in me,

Disappearing,

Effecting my gravity.

My center of being,

It’s teetering,

But tethered, for safety.

The Moon is a reflector,

A reminder of what will be there tomorrow,

And what is gone forever.

A mirrored sentinel so we can watch ourselves

Watching ourselves.

And panning to show the rest of the arena,

ten thousand people demanding a refund.

Nothing’s quite the let down like the realization of being less than everything,

and demanding nothing for being unnecessary.

Just short of stupid and unfinished,

Wishes are promises you break to yourself.

____________________________________

11/05/97

Anger is bred at the circus two or three nights a week.

A magical procession of show ponies

taking sugar from your hand.

Performing tricks under the sparkling lights,

where everyone is ringmaster, pony or clown.

Showmanship makes you a star under the whip

and you are fed and groomed to perfection

in your cages,

and displayed to the outside world.

Which, by the way, “misunderstands your pride” and “fears you”.

You don’t understand concepts like being used or using.

Not because you don’t do them,

they just elude you as concepts,

like shame.

Dumb animals have no need for concepts or ideas, only prizes and treats.

_________________________________

Hate,

the exclamation.

Overwhelming situation.

Situated between two points.

North and south, Right and left,

or whatever.

An exclamation.

A proclamation.

I want you.

11/28/99

The angel of death is a cluster of stars,

Six billion years from home base earth -

Where Mother is dying from infection.

Light is redirected so as not to disturb the silence.

Tonight your prayers will not be answered

as the kingdom of the lord

has confessed to fraud.

The righteous place their heads in ovens

ashamed to admit the selfishness of their ways.

And the end of the world

is the beginning of the kingdom

of god on earth.

For a low introductory connection fee,

including tax, shipping and handling,

with a monthly charge that equals

just pennies a day!

Where will you be at the end of the world?

Confident?

Or paranoid?

Do you think we have to suffer?

Or do we just suffer?

This is the blurry edge of time

and I do not feel fear

as I stare into the light

that is the voice of god.

In temples with big screen TVs

with high definition just around the corner. *

Drugstore porn masturbating pedophiles

have us on our knees

repenting for pleasure.

And if you don’t resent yourself

you probably won’t feel the bullets

that will make you martyrs.

* IT WAS 1999

_______________________________________

10/07/05

I’m not wired for this life.

Insomniac idiot.

Forever contemplating procrastination.

Indefinite attempts at failure

only provide an illusion of evolution.

And soothing fantasies of self-immolation

and lullabies of staring at the dark ceiling

in the dark sleeplessness.

This irrational

existential bullshit

digs deep tunnels in the mind.

Foolish paradigms waiting to be replaced

by a still salvageable existence.

Where core beliefs are not apparent

but still full of meaning.

Confusing idealism with innocence.

We are trying to prove the wrong hypothesis,

and insisting on false absolutes.

And we can all stop shouting at each other

while looking out for each others well-being.

I still want to step off

but it keeps moving

faster.

And I don’t want to get hurt.

_______________________________________

05/07/02

“Natural disasters and Human error, mistaken identity and dirty blankets”

It’s been thousands of years,

And still we show how stupid we are.

Still fighting, still competing, still confronting

Sterile old feelings.

Humming

Buzzing

Vibrating against the skin.

Friction makes us still.

There is no connection,

No unity.

Divide and conquer is more than a theory.

These days are getting uglier and fewer.

There is not a single technique for mass destruction

As convenient as self-destruction.

And when all that remains is you against me,

What will we do?

What will be left when conflict is gone?

This is an overdose,

An overwhelming and unanimous ignorance.

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1/18/00 2:25 AM

Sunshine on my shoulder burns like ice

on a wretched January night.

Cold like love

forgotten.

Was it something in the air?

Or was sit just so much nothing

In a jar at the back of your heart?

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Anger cannot be rectified or amended.

Cleanliness is potentially useless.

Cause for alarm

Purposed by a committee of one.

In the form of a minority,

Objectified by the powers of reason.

A different flavor

Shaded by frustration,

Questioned by authority.

Does this mean it doesn’t matter?

Suppose it were to end right now?

Not caring would be denial

Then it doesn’t matter

Or perhaps lies are internal.

The path is dry and cracked...

It was inevitable.

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09/11/01

I’m still waiting for something to happen.

Maybe it’s because I wasn’t there,

But I was sitting up,

Smoking a Cigarette and

Putting on my socks, just in time to watch it, live on TV.

And I’m still waiting for something to happen.

I don’t feel any more American,

And I don’t really feel any less.

I don’t feel more connected

Over a common sense of loss.

I don’t feel as if I should be on my knees begging for salvation.

And I don’t feel bad that I don’t feel much,

Except anticipation.

And I expect that in the end all I’ll feel is

The indifference of anti-climax

When they take everything away from us’

Because it’s not safe

It’s evil

And no one seems to acknowledge that it happens every day

Somewhere else,

And that it can be funny when it’s someone else’s problem

But it’s nothing if you don’t care.

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Some time in 1998:

ART IS FOR SUCKERS AND I ALWAYS WIN

A lonesome old man walked up to me

while heading home at 4AM.

Senseless rambling

and toothless.

Shut the fuck up!

Old and pathetic.

I don’t want to end up like you.

The muttering fool remained,

accosting me with spit he assumed me to

consider conversation.

Elated at the fact that I smiled back

at the hole in his face.

Oblivious to the fact

that my joy was towards

the drool on his chin.

A shallow puddle on the floor by his feet.

Ugly old fuck will never go home,

his mind is dead,

he has no soul.

He exists only to foul the air,

and ruin my ride home at 4AM.

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9/20/99

I recognize that on a cosmic scale

significant is a concept far beyond language

or thought,

at least as we understand it.

And gravity is the scum at the bottom of a shoe,

unfeeling, and never coming clean

even though we wash our faces

obsessively killing microbes.

Bacteria is living dirt.

A map of the universe,

directions to home

from nowhere that ever existed,

until it was gone.

And repentance means nothing if you don’t mean it,

and if you don’t mean it, then why are you trying?

And who really gives a damn?

Insincere bastard

Running me out of breath,

making yourself transparent

Making yourself invisible.

A miserable sham excuse

for a ghost,

running out of excuses.

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I have seen the future in faces, not yet born

but fully realized.

Counting foward creates the illusion that

things will go on forever

regardless of a power source.

I refuse to sit and wait for illumination.

3/1/02

CALLING ON THE CAT TO MOON TRANSMITTER

It feels like only seconds ago,

the last time I was alive.

And nothing ever looks as perfect

as it does just before it’s gone.

Mistrust is extremely damaging,

hostility grows discomfort.

Rummaging through the damage

after the storm,

a coil set and tight.

The cat’s purr is sonar

She knows I have to pee.

And the air rolls foward to shake

the earth,

I’m bored.

And the symbolism is far too strong to be sarcastic.

Spastic, the hole drips information,

but the sewer is rejecting it’s host.

And as bile and molten earth rise to the surface,

and enlightenment is blurred again,

Just as it seems like we have arrived at the light,

the surface shifts.

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5/26/02

I can promise you only disappointment

waiting like a breath below the surface.

My existence has grown painfully boring,

and creation feels empty.

This must be how god felt before he left.

Leaving the lights on when leaving for a walk,

is only a good idea if you plan on coming home.

I’m talking to my cat like she understands what I’m saying.

Speaking to her about my day,

and the way things aren’t going.

Because I know she’ll lick my chin,

because it’s OK if it doesn’t matter.

And nothing matters to her.

Vibrating with contentment,

jealousy is at the very least an emotion.

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10/25/02

THE BOX

What a strange place,

we’re given the “gift” of freedom,

which we are told is a great responsibility,

but exercising your freedom is cause for suspicion.

We are told “ If they all jumped off of a bridge would you too?”

And then we’re ridiculed-

for not being like everyone else.

And we are praised for our individuality

and for being “independent thinkers”,

and told that those who think for themselves are the ones

who will change the world.

When those independent thinkers are the tools

we use to create

the illusion of freedom

that keeps us warm.

Freedom unchecked loses its freedom.

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12/31/2005

May all of your gods grant you peace, prosperity and comfort in the coming year and as a special bonus we’ll see if the can cover you for the rest of your lives.

May the prospects of our inevitable demise be overshadowed by the truth that we’ve been doomed since we started and if we sit around and wait, we might actually miss something.

Do something good for your self, and your lover, or your family, or your pet.

Spend the next year learning how to be happy.

This world is UGLY.

It’s a shame.

And if you want to continue to be distracted by trivialities,

don’t complain to me that your foundations crumbled

because you gave in.

Remember the price of freedom.

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8/23/01

Apocalypse Everyday

In a womb,

floating off of the shores of

nothing worth remembering.

Sometime before the moment,

but after it has been heard.

Ebbing gently with a patient tide,

reflecting and absorbing,

absolving solids of the responsibility

of dissolving the point in time

remembered for some reason

or another, now mostly

forgotten and not fondly reflected.

This is all gas and logic as the

surface destabilizes

any sense of stability.

This sense of security not acknowledged

or respected.

It’s senseless if you can’t

or won’t do anything about it.

But it’s devastating when you know the future,

and you try to shout it to the world!

But no one even pauses to look up from their rectums.

And you’re so convinced that you’re going to be a martyr,

but you’ve forgotten what it feels like to be human,

when you are afraid of your own shadow, but NOTHING else.

And nothing that anyone says is making any sense,

because no one speaks your language,

or they are too stupid!

But never special or important,

except when it’s convenient.

And fear breeds contempt

at the zero hour.

Hovering like hummingbirds,

leering like vultures.

As history repeats it’s self

you beat yourself

over your head,

unable to stop as the

sun shines through a window,

looking out at white light

until nothing is left.

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2/22/00

This isn’t about the little things,

It’s much smaller then that.

It’s about the space between two fingers touching

And the surface on the tip of a pin.

I am still sleeping through the information overload

And making my own discoveries.

I’m still learning that only some of what I’ve learned is true.

And I’m still learning that what I believe is not that far off from what you believe.

But opinion is stronger than belief,

And quiet reflection is not always self discovery,

And raucous passionate prayer is not always selfless,

and it isn’t always selfish.

People create the secrets

That become ideas

That evolve into lies

That become opinions

That keep us apart

And full of guit

And full of half truths

That could block out the Sun with fear.

And destroy the idea

That things are getting better.

But we haven’t even gone that far yet.

I’m waiting for my tower to come crashing down

But I’m afraid to look at the surface

For fear of what I may find.

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Untitled

Wide open with disgust

Forced down

Face down

My sole attempt

To shut down the electrical connection

Classification of specific situations

By intensity.

Ranging

From denial to rage

In time spans of

0.05 to 25 seconds.

Categorically dissected to locate

The point of infection.

Because a reference point allows

Distinction between Science and

Magick. Back to the origin of a

Civilization that has undergone

Transformation after Transformation

Feel the need to retaliate

Vengeful neglect of all situations

Pertaining to the continuation of

Evolution through reincarnation.

Feel the need to open a dialogue

With yourself. Open internal

Communication clears the pathway

For the invasion.

Prepare yourself for the destruction

Of all your rational beliefs and then

Throw out, bit by bit, every little

Piece of joy that has ever existed

And might possibly exist, even

After now has come and gone.

Prepare to eradicate before and

After and learn a new word for the

Time that exists between them.

Interpretation is self destruction

Based upon all that you have learned

Through interpretation.

Create a tangible manifestation of

What you most despise and then

Become it. Then die and be reborn

Again for all eternity.

Accept challenges from no one

But yourself. External conflict is

Nothing but frustration communicated.

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01/05/02

There is chill

And there is no more chill.

Asleep standing up

Against the ugly force of

Light that surrounds the

Inside of us right now.

I think,

I think about you too much.

Feeling like touching through the void.

Outstretched,

Ostracized for a moment beyond time

And singing a lullaby

Of sacrilege and lust for life.

This is a Glorious point in History.

This is the future splaying itself

Before precious eyes.

Before teaching yourself to lie to yourself

To set yourself free from everyday life.

Because everything is not so boring

When something as beautiful as everything

Is blooming and about to burst a glowing

Sense of being

And ends meet.

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4/30/97 5:55PM

One hundred million years of anger,

Frustration

Wisdom

A voodoo doll

Trinkets

Bits and pieces of starlight and moonlight

Glued together carefully to the backs of

One hundred thousand cereal boxes

In the homes of collectors of all sorts of plagues.

And maybe just once more before the end of time

The electromagnetic forces in mankind

Will be switched off

And we will fall apart

And shake off the dust

And scrape the scum off of the surface.

A giant net, collecting

Wasps

Beetles

Mosquitoes

And Ants

Together in a bag

And fed to a fire.

And then we will dance, formless.

Shame gone.

And we’ll laugh at jokes like

Heaven and

Love.

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11/07/00

The children in the commercials,

They are trying to seduce me.

They look at me with their sex starved eyes.

Programmed to program me

Sending me messages they were told

I want to know.

The rats gnawing at the ropes that bind

My wrist are too gentle.

I wish they would just cut off my hands.

And, “All this for nothing”

That is the mantra.

I've posted a few new tracks from my music project:

Poison Kills the Princess

http://www.myspace.com/poisonkillstheprincess

It might save your soul (but I doubt it)

2010-10-24T20:55:00.000-04:00

Went to Salem last Friday to get into the Halloween spirit.
Wiccans all need to stop taking themselves so seriously, it's embarrassing.

Feeling spooky? Ambient discomfort abounds at:

http://www.myspace.com/poisonkillstheprincess

The ONLY place where you can experience the filth that is

Poison Kills the Princess

You know you want to.

2010-10-05T22:20:00.000-04:00

 Poison Kills The Princess

http://www.myspace.com/poisonkillstheprincess

Poison Kills the Princess is an electronic music project I started in 2008. It's the soundtrack to my dreams and nightmares forced into your ears. It's preparation for the mayhem and post-coital somnambulism. It's something to do when I can't sleep.
It's also the first post on my new blog.
I hope to speak of PKtP often.
You should give it a listen. Just put on a pair of headphones, get comfy and listen.

The only track with any vocals is Double Negation (RMX) and this is what I had to say:

Double Negation

Sick of apathy

Sick of god

Sick of rhetoric

Sick of choosing sides

Sick of taking sides

Sick of politics

Too many choices

Too many variations of

right and wrong

or good and evil

Too much empathy

Too much emotion

Attempting to eradicate

“multi-isms” without

damaging individuality

Learning not to care

Outside of yourself

Learning not to get

too distracted by

outside stimulus

Learning to cultivate

the ability to truly

think for yourself

Learning that

Not god

Not technology

Not environmentalism

will save

the world

Learning that the world

doesn’t need

to be saved

Learning to stand

on our own two feet

Learning that

If you don’t stand up

You will be crushed

Learning that

Beauty

is a choice

Love

is a choice

Hate

is a choice

Learning

To control those choices

Learning that

Accountability

does not apply to

strangers or colleagues

Only to friends

Remembering NOT to trust

priests, lawyers, judges or teachers

but as Human Beings

Learning to be comfortable

saying what you like

or don’t like

Remembering that

You don’t have to

impress anyone

Keeping it simple

Remembering

that it is there

for everyone

but most are

too stupid

to accept it-

That’s OK

They would die like you

but they will not be in your way

No more preaching to the converted

convert the preached to!