No clue (the drunken rant)

 

The boredom of sharpening a knife that does not want to be sharpened, pointless boredom

Come a long way from home, grinding that blade, still able to cut you down

The dullness of a Wednesday is hovering, hey “don't be so mean”

(Well well well, how you wanna play it bromigo? Gonna keep on fucking about or shall we dance? Takes two to tango you snake, you dry common weakling seeking truth and wellbeing)

Bought a postcard with Kufstein von Hohenstaffing on it today, dated 16^th of June, 1943

A 6 pfenning Adolf Hitler stamp in purple on the back, the man is still around, in all of us

Nothingness becomes hero becomes tyranny becomes looser becomes heavy blues drive

Fuck him and all that follows, fuck the wannabe elitist and your fake Black-metal “Brother”

Seeking something that they are not, looking for an answer that will not look back at them

Wanting but not receiving, hiding behind your own shadow, knowledge run tepid, spilled in the sand

(How could you interpret the message so wrongly, you deserve nothing, nothing at all. Your name is nailed to the same barn door as that motherfucker who killed Lennon. The same motherfucker who killed the last Mohican and the last true believers of Hermes. You are killing the need to be, the same need to be a man of honor with a straight posture)

So here sits a new prophet, a new man with a clean cut and blue eyes staring into the abyss

Well well well, talk to me now and you will find a rocky shore with one man on it

Screaming into the wind, lungs bursting as the words are spewed into the gale, transition

Watchtower or not, abyss or whatever, a sole man filling his need to be, the one man of fermentation

You can not deal with this man, this man of no compromises, kicking your ass as you beg for a hand

(Seeking for your gods and you mama, for the law and a ruler, hurts to have ones pride soiled)

To many definitions of people in the world, black, yellow, read and fucking whatever, white

Never seen a white person in my life so far, yet, saw a albino moose at a concrete zoo once though

Freak of nature, failing to be hidden, to be stealth. All eyes on you, easy target, king of the forest

Are you lonely? Way down low down lonely? Do you know the blues or not? Should not matter, ha!

What a motherfucker hate is, deep low down blues hate, there is nothing that matters then

Lot a folk do not know about hate, not the same way as I do, a true hero you are buddy boy, in your world

Looser, what the chef threw out after the party, what was pissed on at the festival of love and hope

(Crucify your mind, who is the real prostitute if you do not know weakness, you are repeating yourself man. I never liked people like you, prospects in forms of limitations, taking it all from the creative freethinker)

How ungracefully fantastic we are, us, the tyrants of South America and the war lords of Western Africa

The backpack bombing teens of London and the lone poet on a snow-filled street of Detroit

No one knows nothing, all is in the sauce, maniacs masturbating on the frail lamb of god, ha

Travels of the mind, music the true messenger and portal to a better you, death is for all

How beautiful is South Africa in autumn, when the Japanese summer is subduing?

I know because I have been there-done-that, suck on that though for a mere second please

I want to be held in the highest regards, but words fail as one goes along, on the left-hand path

You can never impress me, will not work as the monkey in us are figure things out, the thumb is the key

(Failure is never there for you, the forest a scary place with no hope, but the need to want to be is always there.To be honest not needed as you go on your way pretending black is dark yet afraid of it, fear of death. One slap and you will be rocked to the core, what you think you are is no more, never will, never have been. Because you are scared of the dark, the shadows and the whispers of the night, of the lonely cold wind in your hair. You see, I have a hurricane in me, I shall not let anyone of your kind pass, so who will take you higher now? Fear me if you dare, we shall see who is the one to blame, we shall see who is the one to ask. We shall see, indeed)

Queen of nothing, King of all, who is the dumbest of ‘em all? Is ignorance bliss or what have you to say?

Rage is turning rancid as black letters randomly spewed on white pages of joy

Let ‘em come, let the words substitute for a greater cause, nil is nothing, “a” is still “A”

Random collection of doomed words in no order than the way things play out, fucking drunk now

You believe you know writing, your words a smooth cancer to the literate elite and its nodding minion

That rhythm of your mothers heartbeat was all, do you remember it, in the womb, waiting?

Without it you were nothing, the heartbeat of life that brought things onto the burning bridge

Leading into and over the void of self, you know it when you see it, you hear it as a mantra

Lay down under the sky, find your breath, breathe and find, until the morning I am yours

Shining like a diamond in the morning sky, perfection, salt of the earth

Never has the morning star shone brighter than now, never has your doom been closer

We live, as we die, we had some time to breath…stardust

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