Whenever I’m down I just imagine my enemies giving blowjobs to hoboes

Via someecards

cover of a pulp paperback i’m selling soon

bwahaha!  i have eaten from the tree of life and shoot lasers out of my fingers and eyes.  freedom is the freedom to engage in coitus with the universe.  bathing in the river of insanity is a cleansing fire, a mental peel.  run to the edge of the universe and look out on the void that is all.  teleport to death and inexistence.  you are a cow and a lion and a silly, silly ape shitting in a shotgun shack, masturbating into a vacuum.  but at least you can dream, can’t you.  there you run and fly and sometimes struggle against your own immobility, but you have a wild range that is your own.  fear and chaos and the utterly ordinary spiced with the fragments of your mind.  ageless, lifeless, deathless for a brief moment.  frost petals before the sun.  glorious in the hot wind of the nuclear blast.  our lives are like the brief flailings of a chicken with its head cut off.  don’t forget that.  see the outlands of what you are capable of.  hold the petals of a flower in your hand as life ebbs from the embers of your brief chaos.

i love the passion of this song. i imagine a situation where lots of people are singing along with this at the top of their voices. i guess i should see them in concert.