Digital Bliss
by Samantha Styers
[ 1 ]
Cluttered clashing auditory candy
An enigmatic, charismatic illusion of faith
Reflexive to push it away
To mistrust a charming allusion
Refrence this - paradoxical nothings
Wires of a rat-trap catch the tears
of an Acid Mother
People are mother-fuckers
mother-killers
mother-eaters
People are people
paradoxical nothings
check it out before you buy
into the lie
and dive headfirst into the glitter
of wires
personality matrix needs calibrating
personality matrix needs debasing
too good for mother-fuckers
I'm tired of sleeping with a digital Jesus
[ 2 ]
Think about the world
Fabricate yourself
Ingratitate yourself
The interweb loves sad little girls
Think about the universe
on a scope your brain can handle
Sensory overlead
Can be such bliss, can be such a bitch sometimes
Ruin your gag reflexes
You don't need them anymore
Deepthroat, choke it pretty
And drown yourself in semen.
[ 3 ]
Nothing is real.
All that you see smell touch taste sense
is goneness
electrical trigger of an AK-47
unreal
behind your eyes
miasma of nothingness
delusions of reality
reality -
is only imagination
without sense, senses heighten
without sense, accomplishments mean everything
logic makes the sense dull
to be a paradox you must be unreal
everything is enigmatic nothing
faith is what makes nothing into something
makes ideas into beliefs
makes something into nothing
and reduces truth to glimmering translusence
a treat for sinners
a trick of the light or a trick
of the mind
a trick of the light is a trick
of the mind
is less than important
and not quite ignorance
a soul is not as vital as a mind
a soul a soul
a sinner is no sinner without a soul
without a soul, there is no sinner
for a sinner that has no soul
is no sinner at all
but a soul without a mind
imakes a better sinner
than a sinner without a soul
were I a bird
a bird were I
I were a bird
and fly, fly, fly
not even concrete is concrete
concrete grit is neuron fire
machine gun fire is electric bliss
orgasm is triggered by nerves shot
the shotgun is our last real taste
of fire
[ 4 ]
stupidity breeds ignorance
ignorance bleeds the intelligent
the intelligent bleed the stupid
[ 5 ]
Eye candy for the blind
a line you can't refuse
refuse in the steets
junk veins
junk rains
junk reigns
junkie feigns aliveness
and embraces dirt
[ 6 ]
Hungry for sticky sweltering sweet
South Summer Heat
rhyme is overrated
hungry for skin and bone and blood
blood and semen
hungry like an animal for pride
and for decay
debaser
debase her
slip your tongue inside her mouth
ride the sour waves
and make her come
hot and hard and sweet
like sugar in your mouth
like power
and she does
and it is
hungry like a sixteen year old fetishist
like a junkie run amok
hungry for the sweat on her thighs
for the slick of her lips
for the slick of her cunt
for the way she clings when she
has the second orgasm
for the clammy skin of her neck
and the rush when she screams
and the flood when it stops
and the blood when she stops
[ end ]
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