The fear returns, unflinching and furious. It rests - humbled by its overwhelming power. It reaches out for me. I dont resist. I cant resist
and it knows this.
Shackled by anxiety, I wait; a helpless prisoner of my own devices. I want what I need and have everything I dont. This is how my cycle progresses, twisting and turning me through life as if I were one gigantic corkscrew in an endless rollercoaster of depravity and comforting defeat. I bleed for the trivial and shrug off the valuable. If not a monster, I am nothing. I am the spider in your shoe, the cliff around the corner, a seed for all that is s
Just another bad bad day on the road
I want for nothing. I live for nothing. No passion, no praise, no remorse. Even frustration ceases to move me anymore. The lid has closed on the empty jar, suffocating all inside. Its closed so tight the glass cracks around the edges, but not enough to break the infinite barrier that surrounds me. Pressing keys no longer brings relief. Each sentence is a chore, each letter - a jagged pain on what little remains.
Rock bottom, unlike how it is commonly understood, is not a definite line, the metaphor is hopelessly flawed. Such a place would be heaven now, for even at its lowest leve
The Nobodies Ch.1 Jingle Bells by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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The Nobodies Ch.1 Jingle Bells
You arent like most people are you Jackie? said a voice from beyond the spinning blades of the ceiling fan. I thought about this lazily for a second. The Ketamine Id been snorting was shifting everything into a slow, constant state of movement, aimless yet driven. It was naturally making concentration a near impossible task. But as I sank deeper and deeper into the gigantic purple bean bag I stopped worrying. I just chuckled lightly to myself, faintly becoming aware of my blissful confusion. Like how?, I asked, now amused by the ridiculousness of the question and in turn, my own situation.
The
The Nobodies-Prologue by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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The Nobodies-Prologue
My god those are spectacular, I say to myself, as I watch the torpedo-sized tits bounce vigorously up and down in front of me.
The reflection on the big projector screen casts an eerie blue-white glow across the rows of seats. A low-hanging haze of cigarette smoke distorts and softens the light. It makes the rooms edges appear almost fuzzy, blurring the guilty faces of my fellow patrons, scattered safely amongst the seats.
The Pink Mink Theater is one of the only places left in town where a man can still smoke indoors. Its not that it isnt completely illegal, which it is. I mean it is a movie theater after a
Leave but don't leave me here by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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Leave but don't leave me here
I can still hear them you know, those beckoning voices calling out to me from somewhere below that 9th circle, far past the generic fire and brimstone. Far past even frosted icicles that one only finds when they have truly hit the unforgiving rocky bottom and are staring their true horned nature straight in the face.
The voices echo with thunderous reverberation through the miles and miles of bedrock Ive learned to deposit between myself and what Hunter would call the bad crazies.
I can pour all the dirt and constructive garbage I want into that bottomless pit of despair I used to call home, but they are still there
Putting the Guns Back On the w by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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Putting the Guns Back On the w
Two down, one to go.
The message, its painted like that of a skywriter, lost in a fog of Nicaraguan smoke - the drunken pilot sluggishly scrawling his loop-de-loops in a never ending series of towering climbs and hopeless stalls out across the blanketing night sky.
These poorly rolled tree-trunks, even at a paltry $4.99, are a waste of effort - The work of some central American farmer, whose cracked and bleeding hands are pressed into every fiber of the leaves.
You can almost taste his desperation, his futility, in the endless plumes of smoke as they cascade down your lips. And desperation friends, is an acrid and sour ha
This putrid place it makes me sick.
I almost wish Id died.
To defend its face, from 3rd world shits,
And know too late that I had lied.
These people, if you call them that,
These decadent shallow souls,
Bowing to their gilded steeple,
Of shiny, sterile, printed, gold
These paltry swine, these animals,
They wallow so depraved.
Like pigs amongst the viscous waste,
Soiling on what others slaved.
Their muscles gone to atrophy,
While feeding from the hand,
Lives have grown so opulent,
They dont even have to stand.
Too complacent they have grown,
Blind in the frenzy of their greed,
Theyve been discovered, their w
The wild fires of a thousand eyes,
Glaring in the dark.
The burning flame, of loves refrain
Smolders in its mark.
Surrounded by the downed pine wood,
Their dried and brittle bark.
Aching for the lick of flame,
From which rebirth could start.
But fickle is the flame of hearts,
For which time is fraught with dire.
No flickered flash or errant spark,
On which longing can retire.
So around it goes the rage of love,
This game of fools and liars.
Through unspoken codes, On empty roads
Burned under aching tires.
The H.M.S. Perseverance by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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The H.M.S. Perseverance
Against the tides,
our galleon rides,
our battered and beaten swan.
Like beasts we spurn,
few souls return,
but many men have gone.
For on this night,
Weve found our light,
And are pressing for the dawn
Burning out the hellfire
The madness - Satan spawn.
Sails thick with desperation,
And anchors full of hope,
our tried and crumbling sanity,
held back by fraying rope.
What life that is the sailors!
We cursed and the free,
pushing onward aimlessly
in a cold, unfeeling sea.
Triumphant in our glory,
We hold our epic story,
but our fight against the madness,
Leaves us trapped in Satans quarry.
Will we ever
Since Ive been loving you by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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Since Ive been loving you
Lying on my bed,
I turn the speakers loud,
Zeppelin in my head,
Of one I am the crowd.
Swaying to the guitar,
Nodding to the drums,
Above the gods, o we are
No majesty left unsung
They are the one the only
The trinity plus one.
From their houses of the holy
To the records left undone
And when I hear those banshees roar
I close my eyes and think of you.
And they make me want you even more,
But in my juices Im left to stew
So I lie here on my bed,
drenched in my own lust.
Hotrod backseats in my head,
more vivid with passing thrust.
The wanting is so seething
Its as if you are right here.
Alone with me, I can al
When step outside I wish the night before Id died
Eat some pills, blow out my brains, left to let my spirit fly
And I do this to remind me that inside my soul im dying
Shut up you stupid bitch, I can not believe youre crying
But it's never really scared me cause in death Id be at peace
In a way I never thought I'd be because I've never been
So quiet, and so still, and so numb to everything
I am cold, I am lifeless, like a puppet on a string
Sex and Drugs are chill but once youve had your fill
Back to life, return to problems, and all I want to do is kill
Something happy, something perfect, something with diam
Mushroom clouds pile in the sky
The world quietly watches
As millions die
It cares not of us or about our end
It is our keeper
But not our friend
It will not weep when breathing stops
Just keep on ticking
When last bombs dropped
Inherit the world? Try the reverse
It was the globe
That received our curse
What relief to be free of man
Annoying flash
In Earths life span
We are a pimple on her oily face
A minor blemish
She had to brace
But swelled too big until we popped
And on that date
Our timeline stopped
But earth kept rolling beyond our slime
Off in the distance
To newer times
Artificial Sintelligence by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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Artificial Sintelligence
Behind those eyes of glittered green
Like polished emerald skies
Lies the workings of some machine
Supple features for steels disguise
The human heart, beats like a drum
But no blood courses through your veins
Only the faint compressors hum
Of batteries charged on lined cocaine
Your programmed smiles, on luscious lips
Bending mouths, so synchronized
The face that launched a thousand ships
Has been mapped out and synthesized
Automaton of lustful knowing
Pandoras box unlocked and showing
Cinnamon skinned Cold circuits flowing
Refining lonely hearts to anguished cries
Dancing on the freshly, fallen snow
Im taken to a place where only I can go
Rowing hard against the salty tides of time
Searching for my moment in-between the rhymes
Listen to the wind as it grasps at my feet
Living on the edge of existence street
I have no place to be and no one to find
Its always Christmas morning in the backyard of my mind
There its where I see you when I close my eyes
Forever in that backyard under starry skies
Running round until the rising of the moon
Holding back the truth so hard it opens wounds
Oh how time has made petty fools of us all
But it those tiny glimpses the snow still f
Smoke drifts over ashen soil
In the fallout of the rich mans toil
Poor mens bones are strewn around
Eternally staining these cursed grounds
Barbwire tangles their tattered flags
Their once great symbols reduced to rags
Forever gone since memories fade
Are the sacrifices men have made
And though even poems grow faint with time
We shall remember in heros rhyme
For it was on this spot, that brave men fought
Giving their all, but all for naught
They do not laugh, they do not speak
But for eternal rest, they all do seek
To roam the fields on which they died
Haunting ghosts of old mens lies
They a
To rocket fourth and kiss the sky
Like angels on metallic wings
Touch the heavens ten miles high
While Radio chatters, jet engines sing
Feel the Gs as you twist and turn
You raptors of the blue
Your body shudders in afterburn
As you tear through godly, holy painted hues
Dive like eagles, talons flashing
Locked on, theres no escape
In red and yellow, missiles crashing
Deep gashes you do scrape
Seraphs of the stars, you rule the lands below
With simple flicks of switch, you strike down your cruelest of foes
She knows shes a winner
She couldnt be thinner
Now she goes in the bathroom
And vomits up dinner
Its a sorry sad world
That T.V. s unfurled
It puts so much pressure
On 13 year old girls
Shes gagging in school
Just to make sure shes cool
Her teeth are stained yellow
But looks good by the pool
She always just ate
Petrified of her weight
She cant look in the mirror
Her body she hates
Worshiped by guys
Expensive jewelry they buy
But keep losing weight
And soon she will die
But who is to blame
Every high schools the same
If youre more than 110
You should be ashamed
And i
In another existence
So many years ago
I knew a girl named Billie Jean
With hair as white as snow
A smile that could light the earth
Her teeth like little suns
But youth has sped on past my Billie
Like bullets from a gun
In that epic summer
We spent each waking day
Kissing behind the bushes
And rolling in the hay
What Id give to turn back time
And spend an hour, just one
But life is unforgiving
Like bullets from a gun
Tortured has her fate been
Life never was so fine
As it was in that one summer
Back in nineteen sixty nine
Shes married to a man who drinks
Her looks have been bruised undone
Contemplating swall
Vultures all around me
All craving for my touch
I need my sweetest Caroline
I need you so very much
They pick at all my sockets
They run me out of town
I burn for you my Caroline
But youre no where to be found
All thats left are charred remains
Im ashes in the dark
Dust inside the oven door
Of where youve left your mark
These birds that circle overhead
They wait in patient silence
Theyre waiting for the band to play
To begin their airborne violence
Oh please come back to me my love
My Darling Caroline
Your fiery heart, it lights my way
Like angels, so devine
These people we call vampires
These vampires we call people
Are calling for your money
From their esoteric steeples
Theyre Demanding that you come down
But you never want to crash
Flying high above the midnight
In your olive Boy Scout sash
You are new solution
The one that they call Jah
Leading your disciples
Out from under Satans claws
A thousand days and nights
Pass Beneath stars
While narcissistic aliens
Are watching us from mars
So bring us home Elijah
We want our pork and beans
We defend to death the bible
But we dont know what it means
So march into the ocean
Beneath the waves we will
To prey upon
Putting the Guns Back On the w by DoctorGonzo420, literature
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Putting the Guns Back On the w
Two down, one to go.
The message, its painted like that of a skywriter, lost in a fog of Nicaraguan smoke - the drunken pilot sluggishly scrawling his loop-de-loops in a never ending series of towering climbs and hopeless stalls out across the blanketing night sky.
These poorly rolled tree-trunks, even at a paltry $4.99, are a waste of effort - The work of some central American farmer, whose cracked and bleeding hands are pressed into every fiber of the leaves.
You can almost taste his desperation, his futility, in the endless plumes of smoke as they cascade down your lips. And desperation friends, is an acrid and sour ha
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