Welcome To Hell

IF YOU THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD MAKE ANY SENSE,

i lay my head down to rest

my life is a concerto of pseudo-symphonics

i've cleaned up all the guests

love is chemistry. sex is physics

for the living outnumber the dead tonight

god o god o god o god the ice

then dance a jig in the pale moonlight

I can not decide; I cannot suffer choice;

from out of the pages of Southern Bell.

Father lord, mother earth. And they make really great

'Twas my last mistake-my death knell.

The sun...beating down like a waterfall of heat

YOU ARE MISTAKEN

and fret, and be profound!

The odor of tang eminates from her flume

Hey, what's that creepy nighttime sound?

my circuits are overloaded, but I'll try to do better next time

While around our head and shoulders our life falls in ruins

are garishly displayed on my bod.

He tried to get out when I tried to get in

he would rule with an iron's rod

And in other times we baste the elves

Summer burns on, and my insanity grows.

And in other times we baste the elves

The deafening sound of screeching crows

NOTHING MAKES SENSE HERE

Stuff my nostrils with water chestnuts

I'm turning yellow...

I hope they go and hide in their huts

For a sigh, if not for the sorrow

We drank away the best part of the day

and I stood to go, for he was hollerin'

and all too soon will my nose decay.

in coins

Through the Fjords of Norway

a mosquito resting upon an eroding dock

Shooting clouds of fibre high into the fray

during dinners, underwear and old socks