***************
My veins are pure flame . . .
Crackling blue sparks in a world
of deep pleasure need
***************
Conformity is
a virus . . . Catch it and you’ll
be dead in two weeks
***************
Happiness is a
sputtering parasitic
sewer tadpole dream
***************
Innumerable
machine gods are killing all
human consciousness
***************
A shooting spree is
the only possible way
to implement change
***************
Be arbitrary . . .
Your mind is a byproduct
of hope addiction
***************
I tend to regard
love with a special horror
like malaria
***************
The intestine mind
is hungry for ultimate
creative control
***************
Nothing exists till
a functioning paranoid
is observing it
***************
The architects
of political illness need
smallpox exposure
***************
My preconscious guts
are compulsively shitting
on Western knowledge
***************
Word hustlers are a
raw intoxicant like old
deviant flowers
***************
Most of the trouble
in this world has been caused by
cats from outer space
***************
In the Western Lands
intellectuals live on
biologic filth
***************
Nonviolence is
never the answer for a
religious asshole
***************
A legislator
is the face of total need . . .
Never give succor
***************
Anything that can
be done chemically should
by all means be done
***************
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The Book of Haiku Revelation 