The Queen: Maybe we shouldn't...
Mad Hatter : Shouldn't what you damn old cunt?
The Queen : Shouldn't you know... give her so much...
Mad Hatter : 50 lunacy toxins and a dose of anesthysia is fine.
Caterpillar: Indeed. I have that amount everyday.
Mad Hatter: You see. So shut the fuck up and hand me some tea.
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Alice is
sitting
on the bed
Alice is
cutting
out pictures
from
rumpled magazines and
she staples them to
her forehead and
calls it a night
turns off the lights
under the covers and to slee--
oh no...
Johnny's coming from the wall
Hatchet in hand and all
He swings
It falls
Inbetween her legs
What to do
What to do
Put it in her mouth
Or down south
What to do
What to do
a story
a story
he
says he's late for a very important date
but she ignores him and
tells him a story
...
...
...
The Dentist filled my cavities with
Glass faeries and
ancient Gods
aka
Transamerican protesting patriotic
strippers
Is she a man
Is he a woman
a bird
a fly
a demon
I don't know but
Dear God
Do I want some
(Reference to
past scriptures
that include
the birth of Jesus and
the bombing of Alex
pedophiliac lovin' and some
apocalyptic auto-erotic asphyxiation
and
injecting fetusiez with conspiracy theories
God and the Devil
fucking
and
9/11 stores and
x-tasty icecream
and
incestualchildhoodwiththedoctorandwitchhuntsandsecretcodesinmytomatoesoup)
I have a jar of
Pickles in my eyes and
I bite down on
the
Transexuality
the
jar breaks and it leaks rage
into my retinas
//they soak it up like a sponge//
Rainbows from my nostrils
Seamen from my mouth
They come
out
and pull
out
my tongue
Say they've caught a fish
and do a jig
It hurts but it's
for a good cause
and I
except the torture
with a grin and some gin,
nitrogen leaks from my
thin line
of lips and
lip
stickz
and
and
and well
I
cover my eyes with
peppermint tea bags
and
drown in the rage
but I
eat a dictionary
for dinner
for lunch
(i don't
have
a
break
fast)
my favorite juice is
orange juice and
apple juice because
even when juice
didn't exist
everyone said
juice
their last name is
juice
mr. juice
and
ms. juice
and
senor juice
senora juice
Cuntessa Juice
Cunt Vlad Von Peppermint Juice
My Momma told me to
never
ever
ever
ever
fucking
ever
cuss
She was a spider
too
she spun webs in my mouth and
use to
lay cockroch eggs
in my eyes
and
she use to
vomit rats into my hair
and my
Papa was an exterminator
I can still feel the Raid in my eyes
The flies in my mouth
See the
Mousetraps
in my hair
and and and
one time
I got so mad
I was blind and full of rage
and I couldn't scream without giving birth to flies and the rats
were trapped inside my hair trying to get out trying to find the cheese
they wanted to move to breathe to feel to live
to climb through the holes
of my humble abode
and rot
like sons of wrenches
garden hoses and
garage trollops
...
...
...
I killed Daddy
I fucking killed him
Said Daddy
I'm gonna
(only i couldn't speak)
Give you a bath
Wash your back
Maybe do a
Little drowning
Shove some hand soap
Down your throat
See if you float
Cause I know
Momma
does
...
did
Daddy wanted a fucking back rub
Yes he did, he did
He did
And I gave him one
//don't know how he ended up in the gutter//
Covered in glitter
A dash of gloom
A bit of of
Grot-
esque
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Mad Hatter: Where is that fucking cat with the dynamite?
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Hi I'm Alice
I'd like you to
Pour some
Diamonds over my naked flesh
In my open mouth
On my neck
Shove them under my fingernails
and
Put some
Turkey breast on my
Breast and some
Live chickens on my
Rituals and
I take an iron to the
Face and I
Clean my house with a hose
and there's
homeless kids under the sink
in the dining room
eatting stale bread and
and
and
dori toes
They like
Fingerpainting
and
and
and
Handjobs
A buck fifty for a dose
Of well
Nothing really
and they all belong to the
hobo on the
side of the road
draped in fancy clothes that he
stole from some guy in an alley
in
west hollywood and
a cat that he
stole from some drunked up rich lady
sellin' condoms for prescribed meds
He sits on the side of the road
every night
every.fucking.night
next to a fancy house
that never has any lights on
but the grass is always green
always cut
mowed
lawn mowing
bastardian bitcheezes
never there
and
don't really care
and this man he
breeds corruption
he delivers statements
protests and transamerican transportations
Reminds me of a song
So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Trons, Rowdy rowdies,
Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls:
"Hellzapoppin, open your Third Nostril
Put on your black face and your god is gone."
We're the low art gloominati
and we aim to depress..
Oh sorry
I got sidetracked
So where was I...
Oh!
I killed Daddy
left him in the gutter
A train ticket in his pocket
McGriddle in his mouth
Drowning in half-dollar coins that I
Stole from the toll man
That
Never sleep
And
Never eats
And
Probably
Never breathes
And
He fucks
Because
Yeah
You guessed it
I fucked him
On the highway
Route 69
Next to a burning
Old Folk's Home
The dementia isn't the only thing
they felt
when they died
.Euphoria.
They thought it to be a
Nocturnal disease
.Dormant.
Like a God gene
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Mad Hatter: Oh look what the fucking cat dragged in.
Cheshie Cat: Sorry. I forgot where I left it.
The Queen: Can we just do this I got stuff to do.
Madd Hatter: Yeah, shut the fuck up we're doing it. Alright. Ready.
The Caterpillar: 1...2...
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I rode the painted whore last night
She bleeds technicolor into
Satin sheets and she
Rapes effigies in her spare time
Her hobby is
Dressing up like a Nun and
Fucking priests on altars
She likes to pretend she's
Fucking Jesus
It gets her off
25goddamnthousandtimes
24/7
364 days of the years
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Caterpillar:...3
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and now I
spew the rest of my rhymes on the roadside
spit my love into the dirt
making mud castles in the nude
with a dirty mind and clean hands
i worship
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(enter distorted music box dramatized opera house explosion)
.death.
Author notes
Mastahpiece Theatah to the max.
http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q54/darkened_city_of_morbid_minds/gough6.jpg
Spelling mistakes? Tell me please. I'm too lazy to read through it.
Please tell me what you think
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"in my eyes
and
she use to
vomit rats into my hair
and my
Papa was an exterminator
I can still feel the Raid in my eyes
The flies in my mouth'
You repeat eyes too quickly... It disrupts the flow of the poem.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
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This was awesome.
I love your profanity and rawness and you're just great.
I'm not going to lie.
I don't have anything else to say,
but this is amazing.
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Awww. Thank you, thank you for the millionth time! <3
I really do agree.
But then I was reading it over and when you say the poem, or think it, really fast you don't notice that. But the author tends to read the poem faster than other people. Or so I've realized. Because it comes from your head or whatevr.
But anyways, thank you. Not many people give me constructive criticism or light con-crits. Or something close to it. Or whatever.
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No problem.
Sometimes I feel bad giving Constructive Critisicm to people that are so amazing because I don't want them to get upset at me or anything... Haha.
And I know what you mean. I reread my poems hundreds of times and I will still catch thing and no one ever points it out and I'm like.... C'mon guys, what's youre job here?
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Oh God! I know EXACTLY what you mean. I'm always afraid of giving people con-crits. Especially if they're a friend and they say 'it's okay, just tell me what you think'. And if you think it's horrible you don't know what to say! I can't say that that was the worst poem I've ever read. I just can't. So yeah. I feel your pain.
You know I just noticed that I misspelled Cheshire Cat and Mad Hatter on the same paragraph thing.
It's okay, though. I really don't mind con-crits.
Flames, no. Con crits, yes please.
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Oh, it's worse when you know someone who has a bad piece. I'm in my writing club at school, [Well this year I'm the president.] And there's this girl who writes emo stuff but very primitively... like,
"I'm staring out this window crying wondering why you aren't here with me."
And you want to laugh at her but you don't really know how to criticize it because it's just that bad...
Online though I'm okay with giving cc if I don't know the person or they aren't -that- good.
I guess some people take it offensively, I have two people who have me on their ignore list? Haha.
But for good people I don't know how to say it. lol. But yes, I love critiques too. I rarely get them and when I do they're useless, like,
"You don't need to capitalize each line unless you have a period before it."
>.>
I didn't notice the Mad Hatter, I did notice the Cheshire Cat though... But I thought maybe you liked calling him Cheshie?
Yeah, I know what you mean.
I don't ever say how horrible a poem is. I give good comments always and then I say what could make it better.
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Cure for Lack of Psychosis
I do love this as a matter of fact. I now have something to go read to make me smile and laugh when life gets boring. Thank you for that. I also choose to agree with my girlfriend Mia's post on this one.
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Really? Wow. You're dating Mia? That is hawt. We can have a pudding threesome. Lmfao and thanks. This is probably one of my top five favorite poems. Glad you liked it, hun. <3333
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Oh My Fucking God.
You are so fucking amazing....where the FUCK did you ever get all of this from, I swear sometimes I just want to dive into your mind and see what fucked up shit I can find. I wouldn't have to go very far though, would I? You are Fucking Orgasmic. I dub thee The King of Orgasmicness(is that even a word?) Oh well, it should be. You are fucking insane.
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Holy shit, man. You really know how to woo a tranny. <33333 Seriously. Fuck. THANK YOU.
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You are so welcome. You are so fucking awesome.
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PERFECT BRILLIANCE
WOW
WOW
WOW
WOW
WOW
WOW
DID I MENTION WOW?
This is
so
weird
and
abstract
and
unique
and
different
and
I have never read anything this
bizzare
and
BRILLIANT
This is just so wonderful. This is a perfect combination of religion, politics and society all melted into one brilliant poem! I love this so much. The imagery, the diction, the perfect syntax. Wow...
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Oh, by the way, you know what's better than this? Wanted: Psychotherapy, A Lullaby For The Demented. You should read it when you get the chance.
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WOW! Thank you SO fucking fucking FUCKING MUCH! Really. I don't know what to say. I'm still trying to find the words for the last comment you gave me. You know this poem fits PERFECTLY to Tom Waits - Murder In The Red Barn. Seriously. When you get to the very very very last line. The explosion line, you hear the drum and it ends. So yeah. Perfect song. Just thought I'd tell someone that.
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Wow, it certainly makes one's head spin around with its words!
I think it was well executed, not entirely my style of poetry, but very well done! I enjoyed the read, and it fits the picture perfectly!
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Aww. Thanks so much.
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i am sorry i couldnt read the whole thing... it is very long... but i got really far.. i did enjoy the crazy changing of subject and the way it is all structured kept me interested for a very long time... maybe next time not so long!
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xx jacke xx
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LOL. You didn't finish it. Oh god. I'm not surprised.
I didn't expect people to read it all. Well.. I like the length because it covers a lot of fucked up subjects and that makes me happy. <333 Besides I couldn't think of a better place to end it and well I'm glad you took the time to read some of it.
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Fucking fuck me fucking side-fucking-ways!
GAH my god
How do I explain how much I fucking loved this? I don't think there are words... or even imagery of what I felt while reading this.
God, I just want to have a massive orgy with this piece until the world ends. And even then, when the world is blowN away, I'll still be in that massive orgy. A massive orgy of violence [I belive Hunter S. Thompson said something like that in one of his books]
Christ, you've completely inspired me. I wish I could write poetry like this. Its amazing. I think if I did a lot of drugs at once I could write something like this when I start ODing. Because in a sober mind, I could NEVER write something this fucking AMAZING! It would be completely impossible for me.
I worship you. On scrapped knees and bleeding hands. This is the fucking Bible. I swear. This is better then the Bible though. Its fucking GENIUS!
I loved how you said cunt a lot. That has to be my favorite word hands DOWN. I'm not kidding.
&& I also loved that picture by Gough. Now every time that I look at it I'm going to think of this and be say, "Fuck, I want to have animal sex with that poem"
I LOVED this more then I love... whatever I love most in life, that is fo fucking sho.
always && forever,
~Kendal
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HOLYFUCKINGMOTHERFUCKINGCUNTFUCKGODDAMNSHITFUCKME
I WORSHIP YOUR COMMENTS. SERIOUSLY. GAWD. I want to BE them. I want to fuck myself with them. Breathe them, inject etc etc etc. Seriously. They're like fucking bliss. If there ever was a Heaven or is I don't know what the fuck I'm typing right now your comments would be them. They should like bottle your comments and pour it over I don't know what umm like is really not hot and needs to become hot. I guess Jesus. Okay, okay. I got it. Your comments would make Jesus a whore. If that makes sense. You gotta feel it. Yes you gotta feel it. To get it right. Yeah you gotta feel it. Random Spoon quotes. I was going to say something else. Ummm... oh right. Yes. I love the word cunt too. No one I know says it. Which makes me sad.
It's like wtf? This is an awesome word and here you cry whenever it's mentioned. If you're ever in an arguement and you say cunt the world stops. It bows to down to you in fear. It's the God word of all the words. The Apocalyptic theory of them all. The porn star in an orgy of priests. I'm gonna stop here before I sell you my soul. Love you to bits. <333333
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oh my god!!!
this is so very bizarre!!!i dont actually know what to say, its literally winded me with its crazy fantasticness!!!i love how these bits are all so weird and challenge everything.and i think i prefer your version of the mad hatter n the cat...i always thought Caroll couldve done so much more with them!!very overrated.
so very brilliant...if slightly strange
xxxxx
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Lmfao. Thanks. Oh yes. My Mad Hattah is badass to the max. <3333 I love him probably as much as I love your comments. Well, no. I love your comments more. Thanks so much!
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I got lost when you brought in juice, but bonus points for the Manson lyrics!
Secret codes in my tomato soup... goddamn right!
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LOL. The juice. Aye. I lost myself in that part. I mean you think YOU don't understand my writing. If you can see myself when I was writing this shit. I love it but it drives me a crazy. Well, vice versa I suppose. What am I typing? I don't know. And yes when I was writing that part I couldn't get Manson out of my head. So I decided to put it in. Thanks for the comment. <33333
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This is a psychedelic whirlwind of words and visions and rage and savage brilliance. Parts of it remind me of the film "In Dreams". I can't totally explain why... It's the feel of it, I guess.
Though... 'trippy' doesn't seem like a large enough word to describe this uniquely imaginative chant of madness... I still find it utterly TRIPPY!!!!
Very nice.
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I absolutely love your pig icon display pic things. They are too sexy. I've never seen In Dreams but I'll definently have to check it out if you say it's like my godly writing. Lmfao. Thanks for the awesome comment. <3333
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