Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

I have tourette syndrome

It's totally fucking true
The psychiatrist said so
Well, a different doc --
An actual neurologist
Suggested "tic disorder"

Either fucking way
I want this noted
And noted bene
On my permanent
Cocksucking record

As much as I loathe
To watch Oppenheimer moan
Fuck the fucks who gave
The Man access to media
Beyond carbon copies

The mark of the beast,
Indeed.
You want a swab of ?
What? Suck my dick
If you want fucking DNA!

You gave me a number
Actually, it's a pretty one
But go fuck yourself
If you think it adds up
To a man's deeds and destiny

You can have this world
You can keep your credit
You can keep it all
If you want to play like that
I'll just fuck off then.

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