Birthing Maggots

Music: DK

Lyrics: Jack Wright (during Dave's 24th bday at Sudwerks, getting progressively drunker and writing on a napkin so don't go expecting Shakespear)

Squirming deep within you

Feel it devouring your life

Nothing left but rotting flesh

Your [undecipherable] ~ing pool of gore

Festering life growing [unknown word]

Devoured by all that you fear

Brought to life by a fucking whore

Birthing Maggots

Eating their way

Through your cuuuuuuunt

Birthing Maggots

Nothing left but

Birthing Maggots

Larger they're [unknown word] within your womb

Devouring you from the inside

Routing deep within your cunt

Until they erupt in a tower of blood

[Yeeeaaahhhh, probably not the best thing I've ever written. Just thought I'd include it].

Fecal Vomit

Music: Unwritten

Lyrics: Jack Wright and David Ko

I've never felt this way before

This feeling is so new

A sensation within my heart

And with you, it just grew

How can I tell you

This feeling is hard to explain

Anticipation, a little fear

Mixed with a tiny hint of pain

It's never happened to me before

No longer can it lie dormit

It's not about my love for you

No, it's FECAL VOMIT!

Pouring from my mouth

Rancid chyme erupting forth

Fecal Vomit

Fecal Vomit

Grotesque contortions from a bloated gut

Straining shit through bloodied teeth

Fecal Vomit

Fecal Vomit

Exploding distended intestinal agony

Impacted bowels, dear god fuck me

Fecal Vomit

Fecal Vomit

Out my nose and

Out my eyes

Can't hold it in

Won't even try

My death is nigh

The end is near

Mouth full shit

My own worst fear

Fecal Vomit (Repeat until end of song)

04:27:29 PM) david: god, why is my internet so slow? Signed, david.
(04:27:59 PM) Bryan: P.S. do you think susie likes me? Circle yes or no
(04:28:34 PM) david: P.P.S. Do angels have dicks? Just wondering
(04:29:29 PM) Bryan: P.P.P.S. deliver me from my rank foot odor, for the Love of You

Acid Blood Fecal Matter

time signature: 4/4, bpm: 200+, eight-note dominated riffing/vocals
2 measures per line

feasting on razor blades, voluntary and willing
chewing on black steel for a neatly painted smile
sliced throat severed tongue, twisted stomach turning
internal organs melting in bile

acid blood fecal matter, julienned inside
digesting yourself, nourished from within
acid blood fecal matter, liquefied inside
vomiting yourself, expelled from within

lacerated intestines, coagulated hemorrhage
solution of blood and feces, internal carnage
cleanse your bowels, secrete the waste, force the feces outward
ejection of blood and feces, desecrated biohazard sewage

( Guitar / Bass / Drum / Keyboard Solo )

acid blood fecal matter, julienned inside
digesting yourself, nourished from within
acid blood fecal matter, liquefied inside
vomiting yourself, expelled from within

Another shit-tastic dream

I'm not sure what this dream was inspired by... Maybe it is the all the scat metal getting to my head.

I'm standing in a barren room. The room reminds me of a room you might find in an old Spanish mission. White, uneven plaster-ish walls... a little dirty. However, in this particular room, there is a trash chute of sorts in the corner, dug into the ground. An absolutely filthy tunnel running straight down, maybe two feet in diameter, filled with composting waste typical of your average back-alley dumpster. Peering into the tunnel, the tunnel drops at least a hundred feet before you can begin to see the dumpster waste floating in water.

Bryan decides it would be a good idea to explore the tunnel. He fills it with water until the water/garbage level rises to within about 10 feet of the entrance and he jumps in. The water level drops, and Bryan disappears into the tunnel.

When it's my turn, I decide I'll just jump into the tunnel when the waterlevel is still a hundred foot drop away. However, as I peer into the tunnel, I see that it is clogged with shit just a couple feet away from the mouth. So naturally, I grab the nearest canteloupe and begin beating the shit out of the clog with it until the clog releases its shitty hold and falls into the tunnel.

I strip down into the nude in a nearby room and jump into the tunnel. As I fall, the tunnel turns into a water-park style tube slide of shit. I fly, careening this way and that at high speeds, flying past pieces of other people's long forgotten refuse for several minutes before I pop out at an unknown location, possibly miles away.

Then I wake up and find myself COVERED IN FECES!!!!

Or not. I gotta go take a shit now.

Beer and Dreams

So since dreams seems to be a common theme in the last couple posts, I'll just continue along with it, although it's not as heavy as DK's last posted dream............ yeesh.

Anyway, I was walking through a store similar to Cost Plus, but more like Beverages & More (fuck that BevMo shit). I saw a display of beer that was labeled as "Scottish Oatmeal Stout." The sign next to the stand was printed that you could buy individual beers for $1.59 or the six pack for $11.54, similar to Harris' 212miles/7days=14.1 miles thing, in that the exact price printed (tax included) was $11.54. While still in the dream, I thought that $1.59 was reasonalbe for the beer, but $11.54 was a bit steep to pay for a six pack of beer.

Now after I woke up (and promptly urinated in a toilet), I quickly took out my phone/calculator to determine how accurate my brain was thinking.

1 Beer = $1.59
6 Beer = $1.59 x 6 = $9.54
CRV = $0.10 x 6 = $0.60 + $9.54 = $10.54
Tax = 0.0775% x $10.54 = $0.82 + $10.54 = $11.36

So the calculations in my dream were only 18 cents off. I was kind of impressed.

Then I went back asleep and had some odd dream about this girl who was convinced that she was some sort of assistant anti-christ and asked the real anti-christ to "mark me." The guy, who was out of frame then make three deep "claw" marks on each cheek of her face then three more on the back of her neck. She then said, "I am now the Warlock." The scene then cut to this stone temple out in a desert and these five metalic statues (about 15ft high) started moving down from their dias. There was a voice in the background from I don't know where saying that these metalic creations were the Metatron. It was rather comedic though, when these things got down to the last step, they all jump down to the ground level (about a foot) in unison, and that's where the dream stopped.

What would all this mean? That I want beer and the assistant to the anti-christ is rather attractive apparently. But, I'm at work right now, so I'm going to have to settle for a chocolate cookie and a coke.

Dreams and shit

I'm outdoors. The weather is dry and dusty. I'm with my friends. There is a platform and a noose. We decide it is a good idea to take turns to both simultaneously hang ourselves and slash our throats. The trick is to slash the voicebox without damaging the arteries on either side. I feel apprehensive, but peer-pressured into participating. A female friend goes first. She hangs herself, and another friend slashes her throat with a box cutter. He cuts an artery. She plays with her blood. My apprehension grows. Everyone else enjoys themselves. It's my turn.