VICTIM OF THE MOON

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

I couldn't help what I've done, because it's today

A gun in a mouth, a cigarette burn on an arm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

My weak soul got carried away

Zodiac Prejudice, my mind is a cave, the Earth my farm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

Filled with hate, timeless rage

American Identity Loss, loneliness and separation

Hate of the group, no roots, not fitting in

no associations, no real connections

Below the Earth, above the stars

I close my eyes and only see darkness

The demons from under my bed don't leave a trace

I look in the mirror and usually end up

hating my face

When I am alone, I sometimes yell at nothing

I pace around my dimly lit room

& when I really feel weird I break something nice

Darkness & nervousness

a slight shaking feeling, a fucked up coldness

I used to smoke cigarettes because I was ready to die

I quit and now I only smoke them when death brushes by

Bred by nothing, staring at walls

Time races by, takes a shit on my mind

and leaves no one behind

The moon blocks my journey on my way to the stars

I am a Victim of the Moon

and by undiscovered association, a Victim of the Stars

ENDURING FREEDOM

I'm letting loose in the New Year

I'm feelin' free out here

I can't stop this shaking feeling

I'm losin' it, I'm so fucked

My mind is reckless, I feel so fucked up

Well Cheers everybody! Here's a toast:

I'm about to leave my body!

I'm letting loose in the New Year

It's almost over, but I've got to let you know:

There's a hefty price to pay for enduring freedom

and there's a hefty price to pay for enduring shit

written in '05 and appears on the M Ax Noi Mach

cassette "Banger"

CELL PHONE SET #21

Number 21.  

The top photo was taken at Cousin's supermarket. I think it is one of the most equal-level-playing fields in all of America, but you might not. A worker that was carrying groceries to peoples cars set his jacket on a payphone. This is his jackets' photo.

The second photo was taken near Indiana and West Moreland, a block north of Allegheny. Later in that day, after I took this photo, a gun murder accurred, right there. In the hood, deer sausage and cutting. Weird deer busts hanging from the sign.

The last photo. I stayed up all night about a month ago.  At about 7:30 AM I walked around my neighborhood. Very social I was taking photo's and talking to strangers. This guy gave me tons of information. 

the POLITE PERVERT

I wait for the perfect moment to mention my fetishes

I only let you know them when I think you are ready

at first, they are presented light-heartedly

Laugh and cut, Laugh and gas

Taste a little blood, smell the scent

I will make everything okay if you let me

I will make everything okay

THE CREEPER

In the shadows, I seek for temptation

In big cities, late at night, under elevated trains

You only see my vague outline and squinty eyes

In the shadows, I seek tempation

walking thin lines, I shake the devil's hand

I even make small talk and flirt with his wife

In the shadows, I seek temptation

Red velvet outlines call my name

From within, I turn and look, and look again

In the shadows, I seek temptation

You only recognize me as me when I am at my lowest

No face, dirty magazines, my messy hand

I am the Creeper but you might as well call me

the Seeker