Wonder Years

The wonder years are over
Hunger’s part of the process
A one-liner can strike a chord
A two-liner can start this
Process over [Stop the presses!
Halt the nonsense!
Get back on a train to conscience!]

I have to work twice as hard to stay as strong as I was yesterday
Were these underwear always brown?
I don’t think I can be myself anywhere, anytime
Now. Any time now I’ll decide what to do
With my life
Right? No – more likely I’ll just wait and simply live
To die

I can’t rite without wrhyming
I don’t care about spelling
I don’t care about smelling
Like I’m always dwelling on shit

I’m not a ball of anger anymore
I am just a ball
I learned to let the anger go
Now I’m fuckin old


          A dog leftover from a love once lost
          A cold, dark morning in a long-lost cause
          Life is a series of mistakes   The cost of
          Feelings loom on you like confined colossuses

          Milk left on the counter
          A postcard on the fridge
          Everything goes sour
          When you mishandle it

Cream on the tip of your finger
Touched to the tip of your tongue…
Mistakes may just make
Twenty-four a
Terrible war
s wage inside your head
Colossus This  and colossus  That
Are clawing at your insides and
Trying to bust out of them

          …a postcard on the fridge
          Will not let you forget
          How quickly love can sour
          When you mishandle it…

You stand and you stare blankly
You down the milk 
And frankly
Don’t give a

Milk left on the counter
Poured over and around your tongue
Cream on the tip of your finger…
Today’s a terrible one
A postcard on the fridge
Will not let you forget
How quickly love can sour
And then you’re

Your decision
Up your mind
Colossus feelings fighting
For a moment of your time
Collapsing by the dog who’s
Lapping at your puke
Magnets fall from the fridge
And the postcard 



Then I walk in and find you
(I’m sorry, this part’s just a dream)
I look at you smiling
As your kitchen and your heart come clean
I crouch down and offer
A loving hand to lift you up
You reach  and   reach    and     stretch
And stretch
And then you wake 

Then you wake up
up Then you wake
wake up Then you
you wake up Then
Then you wake up

Staring at the postcard that landed by your head
Stained by milk mixed with blood.. pink what once was red
Just like all the roses that keep coming from him
Red when it was love 
Pink now that you’re friends


Sugar gives the world a shiny face
And it comes from your…

The queen of the jungle
          Your cunt rumbles
                    My brain

I am humbled
          By every touch of
                    It’s mane

Short sexy hairs
That cannot compare
To a single thing
I can think

I’m in a daze
When you’re naked

I partake
The most masculine ways
To enslave
Your candy
To take it away
To a private place
Where I can lick it all day
Taste it all day
And fuck it 

And then
When night lays…

Your silky, tasty ways are what make the stars stay
And wait
For another taste
A smile from your delicious place
Gives the world a
Shiny face

Sugar gives the world a shiny face
          Your candy coats my smile with a sexy glaze
                    The stars stick around for another taste
                              They want to lick it all day
                    Taste it all day
          And fuck
The queen of the jungle
          Your cunt rumbles 
                    My brain


Oligodendrocytes burn when you antagonize
AndIGoIntoThy rage
Squeezing a leaking brown on a very well-written wage
Glue the mate
Glue the mate
You always overcompensate
Glue the mate
Glue the mate
I refuse to have a fate like glue
I refuse to have a mate like you

Withdraw from desire
Are a handy tool
Pulling out what I’m without when I act like you
My brain is on the floor
My ears are on the floor
My nose is up my ass and my mouth is running more
Than it has ever run before
A moronathon with you
I fucking hate the blastula
I always turn into

As part of the nervous system they are closely related to nerve cells and like all other glial cells, the oligodendrocytes have a supporting role towards neurons. They are intimately involved in signal propagation, providing the same functionality as the insulation on a household electrical wire (with the rather large difference that while household electrical wires are in a non-conducting medium – air – the axons run in a solution of water and ions that conduct electrical current well).

Diseases that result in injury to the oligodendroglial cells include demyelinating diseases such as multiple sclerosis and leukodystrophies. Cerebral palsy (periventricular leukomalacia) is caused by damage to developing oligodendrocytes in the brain areas around the cerebral ventricles. Spinal cord injury also causes damage to oligodendrocytes. In cerebral palsy, spinal cord injury, stroke and possibly multiple sclerosis, oligodendrocytes are thought to be damaged by the excessive release of the neurotransmitter glutamate.

The blastula (from Greek βλαστός (blastos), meaning “sprout”) is an early stage of embryonic development in animals. It is also called blastosphere. It is produced by cleavage of a fertilized ovum and consists of a spherical layer of around 128 cells with a large fluid-filled space called the blastocoel in the animal pole of the embryo. The blastula follows the morula and precedes the gastrula in the developmental sequence.


I’ve been on a steady diet of tits and ass…
And I am getting fat!
I’ve inhaled more anger
Than you could shit a brick at
The house has the advantage
But it’s running out of luck
I’m a loud impassioned megaphone
That doesn’t give a fuck

A repulsive burst of bass from a
Dark, disgusting place
Could spread faster than the world expands
But it’s gunning for your face
I— lifted my leg!
I’m the one who DEALT it!
I shuffled an entire deck and
It’s nothing to mess with!

Oh, disgusting
What a freak
ing mother fucking masterpiece!
Oh, disgusting
What a freak
ing mother fucking masterPLEASE
So what I’m asking for is everything
Because that’s what we deserve
If I ruled the world
No one would know hurt

Oh, disgusting
What a freak
ing mother fucking master
Oh disgusting


If I’m lucky I’m mid-aged,
Maybe I’ll hit it big and go a bit longer?

I work double to stay the same
It’ll have to be triple if I want to get stronger

When I look ahead, I see their future
None within, none of it’s mine
I wish I had
a problem with that
But really? This is fine

I still smile back at some history
And piece by piece I pick off the edge
Everyone else can dwell in detail
While I construct a showcase for best

Then when I die
Something will stand
Glistening in my empty space…
A big ol’ metaphorical dick
That’ll stuff itself right in your face

The ? is

Now that I’m
Halfway down the path
And along the way I missed the signs
Am I half dead? Or am I only half alive?