Month: April 2013

the man with the apocalypse mask

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/65023430″>apocmask</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user5641952″>Tom Gazdag</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

lyrics since I suffer from marbles-in-my-mouth syndrome when I try to sing:

he was born to searin’ pain
born in times of burnin’ rain

iron runs beneath his skin

an iron fist ensures he’ll win

On your lips

those words might burn
your eyeballs freeze,
your stomach churns
you have no wherewhithal to ask

he’s the

man with the apocalypse mask

now he’s cryin’ burnin’ acid tears
and he’s got burnin’ acid fears
your howls and pleads for forgiveness

fall on burnin’ acid ears

On your lips
those words might burn
your eyeballs bleed,
your stomach turns

you have no wherewithal to ask

he’s the

man with the apocalypse mask

he’s the

man with the apocalypse mask

beef tongue football

“AAARGH” cried Andy in mockery bovine as he threw long, too long for any angel to fix, too long for anything but the dances of escapees, parole violators, meat cutters with cataracts and time

and it seemed to crawl along the air currents, this tongue, this beefy purplish tissue reject, only seeking rest and only gauging it belonged on the head of that salesman from Nagadoches.

From there,

you just had to count.

And
not
for
too
long
either.