Jouhou
Alienation washes over me, downloading world apartment horror Wheezing through tea stained lungs comes a voice piped in from a vacuum A tiled grove of telephone wires, rabbit ears and power lines Insinuated in the residential disintegration that assassinates the sky And now my being is networked To be shared among us all. And my world falls back into place Or do I fall back into place In my world.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Plain clothes Duck decoys Continue steady Observation Rapt in the expansion Of an impregnable circle Imminent circle Canceled eyes scan For like minded divorce A dance with the damned with carpal tunnel syndrome My binary self-portrait operates like a traffic jam With obsessive resolution...pressing on. Damned. Step up foresighted blindness to a Panopticism Player piano spits out Pollyana noise Rehearsing for the death...of Gilgamesh. Growing out of patterns of ruin and grey into a knot that resolves itself But lifeless to your touch, I am content to distribute torque.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Eyeless turrets survey Picture perfect soot post cards Flat silvers, dull panes Anti-personnel impersonal Do paper targets Get a premonition Up and down Escher's chutes and ladders? Clay pigeons on hangars Track left and down, zoom the finder Every inch fortified By its aperture How long spent against the grain Before concrete soul gives way In concerted surrender we play dead but never really die
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Reassure my, security obsession Beneath column headers and appraisals Pages and pages to define The eclipse of averages Intently grinding in a circle Piece by...piece There's no joy on the nail head When the hammer hits. Dutifully hand over Or regularly confiscated A hit forfeited for a delusion Or extra paranoia insecurity
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Paper covers rock Rock blunts stone Paper covers rock Paper covers rock Paper cuts rock Trading paper cuts Tattooed design Name fucking Dearly ordained Gouged out behind But am I Privy to your Anemic antipathy Vacuum ready Paper covers rock Paper covers rock Paper covers rock Paper cuts rock Paper cuts scissors Rock blunts stone A legible price quote the only death certificate Throat slit silent, spin the wheel of misfortune Carcass lottery one room four walls When displacement takes you out, on the killing floor.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Engineer the archetype of forgery With insistent protocols that won't take no Technical support is complimentary In suicide parlors where channel surfing is vogue Admire the diorama of a sweetened death From behind a blindfold, a smile fixed in nails Borrow emptiness and make it yours But dot the i's and cross the t's Scoring the wings of angels to feather and bone With scotch tape and paper clippings Mind gets recycled backwards Through the navigational delusion Until this trojan hearse It terminates...its thread.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I hear the Water Backfire Drawn to the clouds Violently dilapidated ozone Can't hold ultraviolet from the sun back In anticipation of a dead half life Chlorine deep inside of me This pale outcropping of water Sounds a death rattle for us all PCBs For everything a last time.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Cat scans inside, conducted, without soul, or are you Deep inside, piece of you, fragmentation, variant Sunbaked you, fossil soul, counts misfortune, one minute old After you've, hacked your way in, you can show, yourself. The fucking way out. Information jet lag Kills me on a dime Riding mice Into a brave new world.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
I recall tomorrow presently, corpse to corpse Like cut out paper knitted close tied dead souls Chain smoking number crunchers, one step forward two steps back I've grown fluent in a language Whose literacy is classified. Death glossed over into joint
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
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Information certainly detained Paranoia near omniscient Updated files accessorize Flow my tears, the policeman said. Flow my tears Along the platform track, narrow blind line Hostage management a formula, for a new kind of lifeless life Assimilation seen through To an incomplete, a prototype, rote. Infocentric time line driven Ready? Die.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
A triage of thought Stripped down to syllables Each character, each letter Every word Cataracts, in a doll's eyes Silhouettes, that destroy themselves Equally stalemated In the opposite direction And to this tower of babble I pay homage To rape the senses I fall short Into emulsion scratched Have a good look now (bats) Because both sides match
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Information gophers set in sightless task To doctor my history and bug my dreams Carefully placing the wire tap So I'm at my peak when I'm on my knees Fanatically crank out a record as a witness for you Just you and every word, my guess is this, I am a worm Damage style Asthmatic threshold Is the spearhead against my second wind Merry go nowhere routine It's all...end
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Depleted uranium in chrome and snow The cutting edge is bleeding Concertina like clipper chips Trash your soul till it's no more Thrown by arthritis appended with obsolescence Just don't fall down the rabbit hole to hell Another crack in the cataracts So brilliantly dull It's just a white out
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
I skip lithium from the nape of a glass As is standard operating procedure Aether scalpel Gaslight powers vision as clackers count Atom-ic minutes Championing the cluastrolodex Shredding teeth like documents Authored by circuits between the churning threads Air grows thin And the band plays on with Three blind mice (x4) Ice-driver rivets Hack network dolls Into scaffolds
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Going back forth at the indelible pace of erasure, stifled and filed human staple Paper weights Chambered Into everything at once, now Well all chime in like metronomes, fluent in scale, submerged in mercurochrome, dribbling air Double Lie Identity Squared. Blind deafen deaden, a new retreat syndrome, that acknowledges compression, with a nod its head But Presses Backwards Just the same Statistical chains are fitted with teeth, in a harping audit that never will end To calculate The value Of life's net worth. Ambient claustrophobia hangs like a drop of ink in the air beneath dead halogens Bound to expire.
Scuffed displays, care take artifacts Of dandelion seed and bone Condensations forms on a metal skin A piece of something, in a mercurochrome Melting ice cubes at room temperature A finite suffering prolonged The desiccated sperm of Prometheus Some ashes for you to dine on. Anxiously Disseminated Into the middle Of nowhere Ashtray Bound.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
In the pilot tunnel Arranged printers blocks Slowly deranged Contours twice removed Amputated from myself Asbestos head rush Flushes memory Registration marks (Of) memory. People fonts Social Typeface Template Armageddon Scaled to one. Disposal protocols for a human typo In a library operating backwards.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
This broken arrow points to nowhere Close ended, clusterfucked and emotionally plowshared Glove compartments and paper clipped files Conjugated heart can't even sigh. Tapping catheter in rolling black out grids Survey the blood, a labor of old To what end do you pyramid? Another entry in the phone book With paperwork always a given Every form filled out in triplicate squared Intense pacing of attrition Inside out Of a digitally retouched identity A choppy ending With synch sound rekeyed Foreshortened autonomy I reciprocate beat.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Reincarnation, is a dead refrain So this what it's like to be a butterfly Reborn Dead. Is this the gift of fire? Or the making of a perfect diamond Digital climber plummets In a canceled dive. Like a flower petal in autumn I'm brittle to the touch disintegrating the pieces swim. Intelligent toasters, troubleshoot through caffeine Backwards engineering a death span, without dreams. Invisible shadows slip into mirrors through ceilings and out into floors.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025