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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 6:58 pm

So there i was listening to Pigface and thinking how i could make a cigarette break thread in poetry that stresses freaking out on a cosmic level. There are no rules to the endless counterculture poetry routes and in a sense that can make things seem hopeless. This is because it's so easy to think that everything has been done already.

To truly create an escape is a thought that ultimately has to at some point kill itself off. Because even if your not riddled with A.D.D. Something can only hold your attention just so long. Guess in essence i'm posting this for my own benefit. To have more places to go with the ever flowing chaos of that shifty little chameleon named freedom. No mater what happens to this guild or any other. The dreamers, writers, and creative forces carry on out into the pale. To explore everything. We are in this together shoveling a locomotives furnace full of fresh coal to feed the always needy fire of passions pace.

This will be a great place to inflict noise, experimental, and lesser known forms of musical chaos through youtubes and anything else we can come up with. Is it possible for Lyekka to have a home in a guild? Does anyone have a guild home? Is the thought of home just another misconception?

Here's a motivational excerpt from an ADBUSTERS article entitled Cloned Culture that has a little punch in the face for anyone who reads it. Sometimes it can take a "love tap".... in any way that you define one. anybody heard "Kiss With a Fist"... it's a childish but very fun tune... it's by Florence and the Machine. Anyway....

"About why we don't just wake up one day and go sobbing down the street, kicking everything to pieces out of the raw, infuriating, completely personal sense of our lives never having been what they could have been."

and here's some food for thought and reflection

Pigface - Nutopia

you came to suck my d**k little boy didnt you know that

everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves

my generation

I've seen the best minds of

my generation running on empty,

super glued to the T.V.,

dreaming of prosperity,

talking incessently...

saying nothing

sleepin on platforms in train stations

sippin on chemical cocktails

alive to the universe

and dead to the world

hallucinating delusions of mediocrity and candied

desperate in the pursuit of cool

hes in a suit

shes in a straightjacket

7-11 nightmares at 3am

ive seen the best minds of my generation

caught up in the virtual reality of living

memorizing pin numbers and secret codes

swaying robotically to nonexistant rhythms

flashing membership to clubs so exclusive that no one belongs

scared shitless
witless
clueless
useless
tight fisted
tight lipped
tight assed
half assed
a** licking coke sniffing money grubbing ego JABBIN'

sniffling and goveling

moaning and groaning

the city's all wrapped up in plastic

like an electronic cocoon

if you lay in the street

you can hear it humming

filling up slowly from underground

if you close your eyes

you can observe the blue prints

the man-made DNA that spirals

breathlessly out of control

as synapse collapse

bridges snap

into a restless utpia

jesus said
lay down your arms

jesus said
children come home

my generation

NUTOPIA

~

(There are many youtube versions of this and some have fun images but they cut the song short which totally defeats the purpose of making videos for music in the first place.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glynTpbhtdI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmFsp84_JXs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEhIW3-2TU0&feature=related

i'm going to shake things up. Order out of chaos. Destruction ultimately feeding creation. There may be more than a few Pigface lyric and youtube postings. Anything goes... write what you actually feel. Oh and i have this youtube of warm snuggly kittens that want you to just go a dancin and a prancin down the yellow brick road.... to your inevitable mugging and defiling.... cause it's like that in the brutal truth of what actually goes on in the world...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL_--kXxVIs

Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 10:06 pm

Hey Lyekka, it's Lyekka here.... we haven't talked in so very long. It's standing room only in this asylum. It's standing womb only in the birth off chaos.

Posted two versions of this particular happy time cha, cha, cha because red wine will always result in the kind of artistic expression that demands a certain highlighting. An outline for others to take notice and realize that art can happen. At any time. At any place. Without warning or provocation. Artistic acts can be committed. Impacting any number of people directly or indirectly. The people you see in passing every day could be secret artists. Waiting for the time to present their latest expressions. Passionate acts of reanalysis and striking change. Kitties and effing rainbows, forever and ever.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9PzSNy3xj0

(fin?)

Pigface - Do No Wrong (the original version off of "Fook")

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9N_IvfICprY

TAke a look outside because I'm walking on glass
Thin ice in the future or a voice from the past
Forsaken dreams decaying in the four-way zone
Better look outside because I'm coming alone
Better look outside bevause I'm coming alone
How many nights before I sang an innocent song
Rejoicing in my ignorance, I could do no wrong
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/E3Py ]
Take a look outside for the first time afraid
A tiny glass was shattered wher one time we laid
A tiny glass was shattered where one time we laid
I can do no wrong!
So I trapped my emptiness between lie after lie
Poured myself another and started to cry
Shame on you for weakness go back where you belong
Poured my self another - I could do no wrong
I can do no wrong!

~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTpx95heGzo&p=CD2C01DB9824DB8F&playnext=1&index=49

Pigface - Do No Wrong Live (on "Truth Will Out")

...power!
see the skull the part of bone removed
the masterace frankinstine radio controls
the brain thoughts broadcasting radio
the eyesight television
the frankinstine earphone radio
the threshold brainwash radio
the latest new skull reforming to contain all frankinstine controls
even in thin skulls of white pedigree men
visible frankinstine controls
the synthetic nerve radio productional antennae
*?* for yourself there is no escape
from this worst death being published(?)
i can not hear ******** will we will rock you
we will we will rock you
we will...rock you
let tucker do the job
we will rock you
yes we will
we will rock you
just for a while
whoo!
don't know why we run around, angry
*?*
the worst of the *?* why are we so insane
what's the reason why we don't care anymore
i think this causes one big ******** war
so a war and i kill my love and dear oh...want more(?)
no problem baby
if i asked you what we see you what we see what we see
and you want you want be
[start of song]
take a look outside because i'm walking on glass
thin ice in the future or a voice from the past
forsaken dreams decaying in the four-way zone
better look outside because i'm coming alone
better look outside because i'm coming alone
[she goes here, and she goes there, she goes where she may wanna go
wherever she may disappear he could see what he could see but do ya
really really wanna be me? do ya really really wanna be me? ha ha!
ha ha ha ha!]
a many nights before i sang an innocent song [whoo!]
rejoicing in my ignorance i could do no wrong [i can do no wrong]
took a look out side for the first time afraid
outside the glass was shattered where one time we laid [i can do no wrong]
outside the glass was shattered where one time we laid [i can do no wrong]
i can do no wrong [x8]
so i dragged my emptiness between lie after lie
poured myself another and then i started to cry
shame on you but we best go back where you belong
poured myself another i could do no wrong
i could do no wrong
i can do no wrong [x16]
i could i could...do no wrong
i could i could...do no wrong
i could i could...do no wrong
no wrong...no wrong...no wrong...no wrong...no wrong

~

Despite this thread i feel the need to point out that i have not suffered anywhere near enough. None of us have. Now get out there and get hurt..... GO TEAM! burning_eyes

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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 3:26 pm

You just said everything I lack the vocab to say but probably would............ GO LYEKKA!!!! Thank for posting, you rock the roof!!!!

Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 11:53 pm

"...all the sick images of the soul..."

(Remember to listen to the you tubes while reading.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqoATN0rN1k

IT IS NECESSARY TO TRAVEL...

"'It is necessary to travel. It is not necessary to live.' These words inspired early investigators when the vast frontier of unknown seas opened to their sails in the fifteenth century. Space is the new frontier. Is this frontier open to youth? I quote from the London Daily Express, December 30, 1968: 'If you are a fit young man under twenty-five with lightning reflexes who fears nothing in heaven or on earth and has a keen appetite for adventure don't bother to apply for the job of astronaut.'They want "cool dads' trailing wires to the 'better half' from an aqualung. Dr. Paine of the Space Center in Houston says:'this flight was a triumph for the squares of this world who aren't ashamed to say a prayer now and then.' Is this the great adventure of space? Are these men going to take the step into regions literally unthinkable in verbal terms? To travel in space you must leave the old verbal garbage behind: God talk, country talk, mother talk, love talk, party talk. You must learn to exist with no religion, no country, no allies. You must learn to live alone in silence. Anyone who prays in space is not there. The last frontier is being closed to youth. However there are many roads to space. To achieve complete freedom from past conditioning is to be in space. Techniques exist for achieving such freedom. These techniques are being concealed and withheld. We must search for and consider techniques for discovery."

- William S. Burroughs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmHGQl35ZJ0&feature=related

-The Ocean Below

She was a diagnosed schizophrenic. When he walked into her apt., in fact, he noticed a document on the wall from the social security Dept. of the State of New York certifying her as a schizophrenic, and thus eligible for financial benefits, medical treatment, and food stamps. She had it hanging under glass in a walnut frame, as if it were a diploma or a law degree.

When she was lucid, she would speak of her ailment as if it were a blessing bestowed on her by God, or a capability that she had worked strenuously, over many years, to master. She made it sound as if she could dunk a basketball or perform jaw-dropping feats of magic. "Yes," she would speak loudly, "I am a diagnosed, fully certified schizophrenic, and i am getting progressively worse. It is a disease, you know. It has to do with the chemicals in my brain being out of balance. It's quite complicated. I have a very, very complicated disease." She said this with such pride.

As she continued to talk, however, she would slip away from the articulate, and refer to the ,"Panthers that inhabit my lungs, whose paws sometimes scratch while they tell me secrets even Jesus does not know . . . there's no way your getting me near those railroad tracks."

She would lapse from clarity into such phrases without warning, in the space of a single sentence, as if one were leisurely walking along a country road and suddenly plunged off the edge of a cliff, plummeting straight into the ocean below.

~

-Jim Carroll

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VBU4vqk8jA&feature=related

"...My heart bleeds rainbow mirages..."
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