Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Friday, October 24, 2014

Existentialism for the New World Order


Friday, October 10, 2014

My Liberal Brain

Life is simple for the liberal brain
Just smoking dope with the ghost of Hussein
Dancing naked in the October rain
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

The days are easy for the liberal kind
They stick the gods where the moon doesn't shine
They just make love and drink all the wine
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Just give me an hour with a conservative man
Let me bask in the glorious plans
We'll turn the world into a Vietnam
But without the Vietnamese
Oh, please
Oh, please

They think we came from the ape family
That we were swinging in our Family Tree
That there wasn't an Adam and Eve
Oh, no
Oh, no

Just give me leaders who know who the boss is
Just give me free market fuck what the cost is
Show me the money and I'll show you what "is" is
Oh, no
Oh, no

Just turn me loose in the halls of power
Just let me climb high up in the tower
Just let me ring the bells every hour
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Fuck yeah...

Life is simple for the liberal brain
Just smoking dope with the ghost of Hussein
Dancing naked in the October rain
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

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Note: a fellow commenter made the comment about "a liberal brain" and did so in a disparaging fashion.  I like the idea of a liberal brain and a conservative asshole.  Makes sense to me.  

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Tuesday, October 07, 2014

The time has come, my friends, to talk of many things


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Fear is your buried treasure


what chases you is what you chase
what you hide from is your face
the face of days submerged in time
in the forests of your mind

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Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Adam and His Wife


Adam, not of woman born
Was the start of torture porn
Tempted by the snake, she caved
Adam beats her to this day

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014


whenever the such and such
rears up and up and up
pouring coffee in the emptiness
drinking darkness from their cups

and the villagers all cry
they spill their beans and cry
they fall upon the barrow mounds
and cry

no one remembers any promises
no one has that one receipt
creeping vines at midnight
creeping at your feet
everyone must die
no one remembers why
you'd think it was cold winter
with all their frozen eyes

and the villagers all cry
they spill their beans and cry
they fall upon the barrow mounds
and cry

i self me alone the one
i self me the lonesome one
i look upon it with eyes so wide
all the world lays deep inside
deep inside of the crime

no one remembers early spring
when the smallest and most joyful things
were breaking through like wedding rings
we were married just like gods

no one remembers any promises
no one has that one receipt
creeping vines at midnight
creeping at your feet
everyone must die
no one remembers why
you'd think it was cold winter
with all their frozen eyes

and the villagers all cry
they spill their beans and cry
they fall upon the barrow mounds
and cry

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Advice to the Inheritors of God


don't remain calm

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Wednesday, July 02, 2014

What have the gods been up to?




when you are on the phone
your words are athletes
jumping and tumbling
scoring like cannons at war

they take you on like atoms on a bender
careening in your weekend head
your ancient diseases

mars wears a helmet
just in case

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Sunday, June 22, 2014

15 minute parking


when you walk in the above world
your shadow walks with you

sometimes it gets home
while you are far away
sometimes your shadow is all
that keeps you here today

when you wander on the city streets
your shadow runs ahead
just to see the look on your face
from outside your own head

when you walk in the above world
your shadow walks with you

until it doesn't

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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Sociopathcat


the cat killed the bird
even though the cat had a full stomach
and a warm bed
and fresh water
and catnip
the cat still killed the bird

the cat does not give a shit

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