"Carnival of Souls"

                                    I sleep in a sea of the dead.

                               My dreams are a Carnival of Souls.

                Departed family friends, and enemies drift about me.

                                    'and won't shut the fuck up.

                      

                                 They call me "The Iron Nigger."

                    This because I 'should' be a Spook like them.

                                             But Won't Die!

                                        Ain't that some Shit.


                                              Stay Tuned.

"Transubstantiation"

Well Fuck Me...if I didn't just wake up in Queer Purgatory

I thought there would be Root Beer.

                                                Stay Tuned.

"We're on the Fucking Verge"

"Full Disclosure"

In case some of you long time fans were wondering this is how I do my cute Angel/Faerie porn.

See below.

Stay Tuned.

"ZAP"

                       "Above is my brain on Venlafaxine, and Curry"

          "Did I mention that I'm pissed, and want to set shit on fire?"

      "I'm depressed as crap fucked up sick, and want to do narcotics"

                                       "Hey I'm just say'n is all."

                                               Stay Tuned.

"In Other News Today..."

"Vote Reptiian 2016"

                      Well okay sure they plan to Enslave, and Eat us.

                                    But at least they tell it like it is.

                                      Their Honesty is Refreshing!

                                                  Stay Tuned.

"Peoples Justice"

                              "Stop Peoples Enemy Trump!"

           "You Reactionary Woman Abusing Capitalist Roader!"

                              "Shameful Decadent Rascal!" 

                             "No more "Tic Tacs' for You!"

"The Long Day"

No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mists creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.

Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.

The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly,
Quivers lowly.

Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes;

Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
Thy book of toil is read,
Go to the dreamless bed,
The long day closes.