Family Sting

A pin punctures the sole

My god, thank you it’s not me today

as I stand on the cold floor

forgetting I’m already dead.

 

My memory sharpens

and my toes curl

as the needle sinks in too far

to forget what you said all those days ago.

Cold bitterness scrapes my cheeks

and I huddle

I’m a muddle HA HA HA

Now it’s the same Krapp scenario as the tape bleeds.

 

A girl stares

Again I’m punctured

Oh the banality of hopeful forgetfulness.

Punctured again

My soul

Punctured, ruptured, again.

My forgetfulness reminds me of you

Punctured again, my soul remains

Punctured, my soul remains

Punctured

Again.

On the cold floor I stand

Punctured.

 

 

 

 

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Queens of The Stone Age jams with Nine Inch Nails (or how I deliberately, cynically, disgustingly attached my feeble output to other peoples’ work they put everything into. And I can be arsed to write the full name of each band.)

Heat. Sun penetrates in too far…

Flies buzz around…

Something else…sounded like….

Broken glass…

Thud, thump, thud, Thump!

 

Dear love,

Feel my score. The thermometer says ninety degrees.

It’s tantamount to reasons, never been told,

Anymore…

Late? Just, defiable, heroes.

Here…

Slow

Deliberate

Mechanisim finding soft curves.

 

Yeah,

Baby, this garden, suggests to me

We can be free

If only a dream

Wake up!

Wake up!

Did you hear the sorrow in nothing said yesterday? They don’t know how to pray, those insipid dears of yesterday.

Raise god.

Nothing is as it seems.

Ooh. Fuckin’ yeah!

Come on!

Racka-row

Delivera-ow

Yesserday sarah beeyow

Spa’ docki’ fore’t flaw

Gimme sum more.

 

Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk!

Shou      ting        in           struction

Ne          ver         heard

Songs    sim’lar

Sick! Sick! Sick!

Don’t     re            sist.

The spectacle continued. Audio treats. Not yet an image accessed. The contempt!

I read the comments. “You guys are heroic. What with your views on gays and sex. How is it that God created fags of the stone age? There’s way too much of a liberal agenda with stuff like this. Obama has truly fucked it.”

How was it that I, tolerant being, succumbed to mindless statements that were not composed with romance in eyes? To lie awaiting nothing, knowing life is fragile, seeing beauty everywhere not just in a smile…

Ah, dear reader and composer next, the story is the story. You know what’s next.

I drift along the oceans….

A sudden as realising one’s fate a rock struck our boat with force deciding contemplative fate: I jettisoned my goodbyes as I headed into the sea.

Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Beroom-aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Beroom-aah, Oom, Aah, Beroom-aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom, Aah, Oom…

Thank you so very fucking much.

Now….

Imagine.

Nine

Inch

Nails

Hammered into your skull.

Each blow,

Rings with the sound of metal hitting metal.

But you feel the force of each hammer blow, punch yourself in the head. Go on. Feel it. Now think about it.

Hit yourself harder!

HARDER!

FEEL YOUR FIST SMASH THE SIDE OF YOUR HEAD!

Punch yourself in the side of your head. Go on. Hit yourfuckingself. Hit yourfuckingself. Hit Your Fucking Self!

Feel it! Feel your fist strike your head so much you slightly black-out. Each blow causes you to see stars. Not the ones romanticised about in shit.

Hit! Punch! HARDER! FUCKING HARDER! FEEL THE FUC KING HATE!

You Fucking Star!

SMASH!

Nail entering skull. Sharp point piercing cranium. Calcium breaking. Point injecting bone. A cracking sound filled his ears.

The old rusty hammer fell with minimal effort; it seemed to travel of its own accord. As it hit the awkward nail a sharp sound rang out unique forever to wanting ears. Clang? Chink? A dull thud announced entry. A dull thud like the one you hear when you see someone fall over on the ice and their head crashes against the pavement. Maybe that hurts. Maybe it sounded like the bodies that slammed onto the pavement in those 9/11 videos. The heroes…

There is nothing left to do but concentrate.

AAAGH! SMASH! FEEL! FEEL! BROKEN SKULL! I CAN’T FEEL!

Strength, force, striking blows into my head

Where is god?

Where is he?

Who is my saviour?

Smashing my life onto the floor

I don’t feel anything at all.

Yeah!

Come on!

Feel it!

You know it’s disgusting, hatred dirty fuels

Everything you don’t want

You keep the fear intact.

We let you get away!

Hunted now it doesn’t exist,

Create yourself, it never will:

Never could,

 

NOW!

You know,

This is what it feels like.

This is what it feels like.

NOW

YOU NOW

THIS

IS

WHAT

IT

FEELS

LIKE.

I.Let. You. Put. It. In. My. Mouth.

Oh my god.

Can it go any faster?

Oh my god!

I don’t think I can…