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Demonstrations 2016 – 2020

by Ush

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1.
Five-point circle ‘round a courtroom bonfire, 13 women and the cooling dead, fat pig tails and a jury eyeball, justice tongue straight from the head. Good Gaia, that shit is good. Good Gaia, that shit is good. Mortar and pestle, murder and pestilence. Protect and serve us, poison and ordinance. 8-bit enchantment on electric squad cars, 13 women, permadata death, mainline phreaking dispatch disaster, Fiberoptic bullet through kevlar thread. Good Gaia, that shit is good. Good Gaia, that shit is good. Mortar and pestle, murder and pestilence. Protect and serve us, poison and ordinance. Alright, Hex a cop. Alright, Fuck a cop.
2.
Savah don’t care ‘bout the couldie in your good life Savah don’t care ‘bout the honey in your windpipe Savah don’t care ‘bout the way you treat your daughters Savah only care ‘bout your wary pauses Savah don’t care ‘bout the duty in your poll strike Savah don’t care ‘bout the ethos in your lecture right Savah don’t care ‘bout the way you burn your garbage Savah only care ‘bout your data dollars And I can count on my lonely broken finger how many tries it takes to cook a clinger and oh your surprise when you come to realize that what you despise is Savah paradise Savah don’t care ‘bout the virtue in your vixen Savah don’t care ‘bout the affect of your diction Savah don’t care ‘bout the penis in your panties Savah only care ‘bout how you like to be teased Savah don’t care ‘bout what you think is true Savah don’t care ‘bout your pride to taboo Savah don’t care ‘bout how irony your diet Savah only care that you don’t stay quiet And I can count on my lonely broken finger how many tries it takes to cook a clinger and oh your surprise when you come to realize that what you despise is Savah paradise
3.
Fish-hooked captain with the prol about his person, preaching something for the people for to take into immersion like a gun but not a gun—what you want a gun for, son? Don't need bullets, we got pulpits and a pretty crew seated in a pretty pew pew with a ceremonial kind of view of all the greying goblets and the waters they contain and the blues of their snakey veins go dying their collars until you'll drink any of them just to get a penny from them. So why would I buy what I can get for free? You know they feed the same shit to the kids on the street? It's that staircase cocaina with the sugar cubes to make you suck on something and keep your body loose. But hey, if you want, go ahead and stroke the chief, make him purr for you just like he did last week, the same premise, the same promise, the same kind of stink that gets you the same kind of hungry for another defeat while in the deep buddy grotto he plays footsie with Satan, that same sorry motherfucker that you ain't ever believed in but love to trot around the old pasture to posture how you're the best worker bee with his cock in the country. And why would I buy what I can get for free? You know they feed the same shit to the kids on the street? It's that staircase cocaina with the sugar cubes to make you suck on something and keep your body loose.
4.
In the den of cool light I fix myself a different number that I might feel right and calculate a mode of slumber where I can be the kind of coercive familiar lover that you seem to like to warm your back and still your shudder But I’ve got words of hope that I can’t leave alone and I’ve got timebomb pink components that’ll snap your back and fuck you lonely what you got in the back for me? Oasis dream in the back of a magazine I see what I wasted dreaming ‘bout the back of a limousine And I
5.
There’s a line engraved on the back of your phone about whom you ought to grab when you’re burning your home and though you scratched it out I’m not so sure that you meant to or if you accidentally dropped it when you saw what Savah sent you Now for now I won’t ask but I’ll be back to it later because I’m quite fucking curi about your incinerator like does it get hot enough to feel it from the internet? and can the flames really lick or is it more of a heavy pet? The data of the proud, the SATAnic savior A body for the now, a ghoulie for later There’s a line in the dirt where you buried your pieces to and fro your dearest po while he fleeces releases and though you rubbed it out I’m not so sure that you meant to or if you got too excited when saw what Savah sent you Now for now I won’t ask but I’ll be back to it later because I’m nothing if not something of an excoriator wondering when you’re done can I flay to pray it that no puter ever quit just ‘cause it’s full of shit The data of the proud, the SATAnic savior A body for the now, a ghoulie for later
6.
Sister, sister, you’ll find me where the hemlock grows. Sister, sister, down in the wet where they forbid you go. Sister, sister, you’ll find me where the hemlock grows. Sister, sister, cookin’ for the man who buried my soul. Lay your kecksies on the table, make your daddy some dinner. Lay your kecksies on the table, make your daddy much thinner. Sister, sister, you’ll find me where the hemlock grows. Sister, sister, up in the sky where he have no control. Sister, sister, you’ll find me where the hemlock grows. Sister, sister, cookin’ for the man who buried my soul. Call your men to prayer. Lay your kecksies on the table, make your daddy some dinner. Lay your kecksies on the table, make your daddy much thinner.
7.
In the back of the cab with the foreign lockup I’m asked if I know where they pour the cop blood I been on my way since I was a baby even though I feel a bit lost lately I asked her back if she knew the way It’s a different path for her every day They keep changing the stairs around Some go up and others down Have you seen what they’re doing to the kids in the show? Have you seen the way they’re making them glow? Little pink badges on the dashboard Little pink badges on the dashboard Little pink badges on the dashboard Little pink badges that you ask for And in the full bowl I see my reflection scared but thirsty for digital detection Nothing’s changed since I was a baby Even though I can’t seem to feel much lately What’s it look like from where she’s sitting Another soul soaked in the candy kitten They keep wrapping their lips around Some breathe in and others out Have you seen what they’re doing to the kids in the show? Have you seen the way they’re making them glow? Little pink badges on the dashboard Little pink badges on the dashboard Little pink badges on the dashboard Little pink badges that you ask for Let me check your ID
8.
And in the junkyard, a different kind of melody a little bit coarse but nonetheless heavenly of things that never lived, but still managed to die stacked in magazines like bullets waiting to fly One by one I appraise each curiously The vacuum, the gun, and the elevator key Different links from different chains and the way a smoothed edge means greater pains I sort by color and wonder if they did the way better logic seems so evasive how when life gets too scary we look for something to lose And then when it’s all in order I’m left ill but at ease so I go mix them all up and bury them in the leaves And in the hotel, a different kind of melody not so warm but nonetheless devilly of things that never lived, but will manage to die stacked in elevators like cum on a thigh One by one I appraise each curiously The man, the woman, and the whatever it wants to be Different links from different chains and the way a smoothed edge means greater pains I sort by function and wonder if they do the way bad logic seems to get into you how when life gets too scary we look for something to abuse And then when they’re all in order I’m left ill but at ease so I go mix them all up and bury them in the leaves Anything can be trash if you throw it away Anything can be love if you treat it that way
9.
I lean over the sink in the bathroom and watch the glass vibrate me into something softer but more immediate. My mouth is dry as though I’ve been speaking, the way a muscle is weaker unworked. I feel the sub through all my contacts, but more in my bellwether guts, these slick spinning pouches in dead and polluted sunset hues which bounce with anatmospheric velocities through blood somehow classically scarlet and default web green, DVD player screensaver endocrinology. Above the sub a gaussy whorl of antialiasing importunement cedes and grades with the dumb blunt hashes of a detuned rotary against a flat wet rubber which misconducts the choir into sixth echo returns, returning all at once, a discharged battery of billions. O billions. The billions on my skin, skinny billions skinning billions, my softer skin, me more immediate. The door opens and everything is just a song again and a woman takes this chance to ask why I’m in here and I explain I used to be a whatever boy with static pages full of killers and killeds scattered on my bed, floor, whatever, and that I am now a whatnever man with a desk that extends to both walls, covered in a desperately clinical tessellation of dynamic pages full of lovers and money-lovers who live so good it hurts me in unnamed places. The woman laughs and then uses the bathroom and then kisses me and then leaves and then the door closes. And then more above the sub a gay seraphic boomerang tears the balm and forth from it a hot blue open of precisely terrifyingly yes exactly thank billions exactly and forever exquisitely this yes—and then cooling, and then closed, and then no, and then what.
10.
Lay me down in a bed of bats Half-baked sermon for the cold to catch Tell me ‘bout your mother that sacrificial lover Beat my breast with burnin’ sage char the bars of a different cage tell me ‘bout your leavin’ that sexy kind of demon Send me to sleep for most the season cook my crook and own the deep in Tell me ‘bout the red light that comes to you in the dead night All I wanna know is about you, baby All I wanna know is how All I wanna know is about you, baby All I wanna know is how Will you cut to the bone? Will you cut to the bone with me? Will you cut to the bone? Will you cut to the bone of me? Catch my stutter with herbs and rats Family reunion for the rot and thatch Tell me ‘bout your potion That persuasive lotion Soak my salts in rendered fat Taste the sweet from a different vat Tell me ‘bout your stealin’ That lusty little heathen Pluck my nails and dig my grave Find in me your body slave Tell me ‘bout that cold kiss that keeps me hot all through this All I wanna be is your beastie, baby All I wanna be is yours All I wanna be is your beastie, baby All I wanna be is yours Will you brew to the brim? Will you brew to the brim this me? Will you brew to the brim? Will you brew to the brim this me?
11.
Commuter motherfucker with a gal he call he cucker washing out his mouth with saccha for to pay sweet for the lacquer gonna get it for the backer gonna get it for the bar gonna get it for macker gonna get it for his car Trip and travel with a gavel for the mug he fill with laval sipping sucking on the something gonna get his motor comething final pints of holy water super through a tera potter he ask himself how’m I gonna buy what I can’t drive Payday motherfucker with a wallet full of lucker soaking sinny in the city talking how he feel alive gonna get it for the winner gonna get it for the white gonna get it for the ginner gonna get it for the gif Party motherfucker, watch it drown around how he get so lucky when he on his throne Party motherfucker, watch it drown around how he get so lucky when he buy what he can’t drive Watch him walk out on the water drunk on all he bought his daughter sublime seero duper peero appetite the finer things in life The great believer The great believer Oh I love him The great believer Wanna be wanna be wanna be him If I could be him I’d do anything Oh if you only knew me as him I’d be the very best him you’ll see you’ll see wanna be I wanna be wanna be I wanna be
12.
Hundred different ways to wake up today But I chose the one with the body play Jack that sphincter black the tincture Suck all of my blood out Data drippin’ like a morphy Mozart Every night brings brand new starts Catch my tongue and turn it back in Lick my teeth and taste the plastic I can tell you everything that’s happening inside of me Head-dropped running with a cell to call it Sad-sack fat-suck metropolit Watch them killies with the paper wallet Short-stack half-stack never full-stack Diamond delts and femmy felts And how your face feels when your brain melts All my friends are doin’ it All my friends been through it too But while I don’t live alone in the city of shit, sometimes I feel like I’m the only one ashamed of it, so when you open up your mouth to give me a kiss know it’s not just me that you taste on your lips How we kiddies gonna ever know If the ugly things turn pretty people
13.
Wasn’t it you who was telling me just last week some little bit ‘bout how you’re feelin’ incomplete and now I see you with this half-cash prophecy tonight? Yes it was you I remember it all too well the dirty diamonds in your eyes and that desperate kind of smell and now I see you with this white-trash casey tonight? Won’t you come and get a bit a little bit of etiquette mama’s gonna set you right and help you keep your drum tight Wasn’t it you who was telling me just last week some little bit ‘bout how you’ve filled you diary? No more room for another cheap fuck tonight? Yeah it was you I remember it all too well the ink on your hands and that autoerotic kind of smell and now I see you with this dick-stash stacey tonight? Won’t you come and get a bit a little bit of etiquette mama’s gonna set you right help you keep your drum tight What’s a bed of lies ’til you lie ’til you lie down?
14.
A certain kind of surfer can tell you about where he’s been all the different waves and ways without shame A certain kind of surfer can take you into the ocean away from everyone you think is to blame But I can tell you what they won’t down there that yeah it’s a little darker but there ain’t much air so if it’s thrills you want but you feelin’ scared trust me when I say there’s no such thing as prepared And I can’t tell you what they want from me But I’ll bet you that it’s everything And I can’t tell you what they’ll get from me But I’ll bet you that it’s everything So if you want to come around tonight I promise I’ll turn up all the lights And if you want to come around tonight I promise they’re gonna see you right A certain kind of cop can tell you about who he’s killed all the different babes and ways without shame A certain kind of cop can take you under his shield away from everyone you think is to blame But I can tell you what they won’t down there that yeah it’s a little darker but there ain’t much air so if it’s thrills you want but you feelin’ scared trust me when I say there’s no such thing as prepared And I can’t tell you what they want from me But I’ll bet you that it’s everything And I can’t tell you what they’ll get from me But I’ll bet you that it’s everything So if you want to come around tonight I promise I’ll turn up all the lights And if you want to come around tonight I promise they’re gonna see you right
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A hundred lives away I am of wealth and riches A hundred lives away I own homes and around them ditches A hundred lives away I find a kind of pride That one hundred lives away I might carry into the fray A hundred lives away I pluck fruit from the trees A hundred lives away I eat it as I please A hundred lives away My feet sink in the dirt A hundred lives away I am cooling in the clay A hundred lives away I sleep all through the night A hundred lives away I dream of my own life A hundred lives away I am fucked only when I want A hundred lives away I less dread every day A hundred lives away I am a better man A hundred lives away I am better with my hands A hundred lives away I put them to work Because a hundred lives away I don’t need them to pray And though I’d rather bribe I am not above to grovel And though I am alive I am still sub-larval And though I know I’m ill I am nonetheless tenacious For though I lack the will I am desperately ageless
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