he don't know who he is
coz he’s
had a hit
that's knocked
him
fucking senseless
so he
does his business
with a brownian motion
he’s erratic and addled
I felt I owed
you some words but what’s the
point? they wouldn’t ring true they’d make me like you I’m
too lazy now to speak the truth they say there’s beauty in truth even when it hurts I’m not so sure the truth can be ugly it can cut like a knife
does the lie
you believe become the truth? people
tell lies to look more attractive but
mostly they just get uglier I heard what you said that I wasn’t worth knowing but it was said from a distance so I might have been dreaming
a world
without madness would be a mediocrity but when I realised what a sick, awful joke
the world is I went stark raving
mad and madness begets madness so soon I was lost insanity
is no escape from reality it’s an
overdose of reality isolation, loneliness, desperation and
rage all of these are real the whole world is mad and in a world of madness perhaps only the crazy are truly sane
I have worn the cloak of madness madness that
wore me down it took over my
mind and co-opted every action my messianic highs, my diabolical
lows were as inclement as the weather
they guided my tongue and my actions they
damned me as they exalted me but I
glimpsed eternity and thrilled to uncover my great secret we are all as gods we are all of us insane only some of us know it only some bear the pain
I want to live
the life of my dreams use my power
in the service of my vision let me
tell you about my favourite hallucination…
it didn’t look like him but I
knew who he was from his smile he
was young he will always be
young he brought a message from my sponsor I’d been tuning into the wrong
channel I’d better find a new
gimmick abandon my poverty store up some treasure in heaven I needed a change of scene I
needed to change a lot of things the cosmos seems indifferent and cold so how about a little peace, love and understanding? if it’s too hard to get your head
around you can always consult the
manual…
I embrace my anger
as something splendid something
glorious a denial of restraint but never of reason I’m talking something pure free of horror or pity action beyond mere frenzy the ripened grapes of wrath
I’m a
singular entity I keep my own
counsel the panicked herd does not
sway me I damn them all to perdition I’m ruthless and perfected in my wayward geometry I’ll see them burn in the hell they made for me
so I’m the
bad guy? how did that happen? I thought I was spreading love but I was sewing discord I was a devil but ain’t we all devils? and Isn’t this our hell? man, it’s so easy to be wicked people will help you everybody does it I was no different maybe I was worse but according to the common gospel I’ve been forgiven coz the sins of the flesh are unimportant only sins of the soul are shameful
don’t judge
that book by its cover that cunt
could get a piece at anybody’s door
he oozes a dark charisma
that’s how he gets things done
he’s packing dynamite and he’s
on a short fuse anything can
happen and very often does aye, he’s bad news his wiring is all wrong he don’t mean no harm but sometimes he can’t help himself
I’m just an ordinary sucker with extraordinary needs I have to stir the pot several times a week my appetites are excessive my appetites are raw for me sex is like a drug that leaves me wanting more
everything is about sex except sex sex is about power maybe that’s my problem maybe I lack power or perhaps I have too much all I know is when I make that
contact and the game is on I’m more than just promiscuous I’m mother nature’s son
there ain’t no partial truths
there ain’t no might have beens
it’s either true or false
there ain’t no in-betweens
they say the truth will set you free
but first, it’ll fuck with your head
if you can’t deal with that
you may as well be blind
coz the truth’s a revolution
fomenting in your mind
it only becomes apparent
when heart and head align
being special is nothing special everybody is special to somebody I draw no conclusions and I don’t get specific this world is a wonder if you’re paying attention the people who live here are beautiful
and terrible none of them were born
alone no matter what they tell
you every mother’s son had a bosom for a pillow no one walks the earth alone
Ain’t it hard
just to live? There’s no accounting for people or what passes for right and
wrong. I’d been shooting my mouth off. I was up to no good with nowhere to turn
but bad. I’d deviated from the norm. I’d
been scaring the neighbours. Somebody called the cops. Yeah, somebody called
the cops. But I know my rights.
“You have the
right to obey. Compliance is mandatory. There is only one rule: obey all the
rules.”
They held me
on trumped-up charges of lewd behaviour and vagrancy. They confiscated my shoelaces. They
confiscated my humanity. They took me to a doctor who said,
“What’s wrong
with his head is anybody’s guess. He needs to be disinfected. He’s channelling
subversive vibrations. We’d better lock
him up; I think that’s for the best.”
They put me
in the quiet room, where I’d plan for my escape. I’d tiptoe right out of
there. I’ve learned to play their game.
I level up
heavy again and again. But I don’t complain. That’s just my lot; it’s always been
this way. Mania is a gift from the cosmos.
The truth don’t stop. It’s rolling on hard, like the driven rain. I have a face
for every season. They can’t take that from me.
