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Saviour SelfHand me down through eternity.Saviour Self by *Fangfingers
Pass me from the beds of your tired hopes to the
cities of your aspirations.
Leave out your silly fears of afterlife
and calm me with your mortal need.
Sophistication has always been but a pretext to arrogance
that i cannot abide.
I cannot abide.
Pass me further,
help me hide.
Help me descend through countless eons.
Pass me from the tables of your dreamed-of bounty to the
fields of your lust.
Cast down your silly fears of this life
and lay with me in carnal greed.
Asphyxiation has always been but a pretext to stagn
England9 --->  One look at his flaming Bob avatar and you know the man could be an underground Jeopardy champion in a heartbeat. And how can that not be attractive to an upper-crust mind hungry for intelligent and zany discourse ( alternately of course) (...at least i think "alternately" ...  )This special knowledge that helps children grow up straight and tall prematurely in a world of the perpetually slouched is not hard to decipher in most of his works either. ( so if you expect to be an underground Jeopardy champion yourself, you should be studying his works...because kiddies, you can't find these questions in a lot of other places) England9 is the "Micheal Moore " of the totally disenfranchised. Characters Micheal wouldn't even know how to approach at the water cooler of life, to ask to borrow 12 bucks for a cheeseburger. His art is potent. What birds in the thousands of nests on this immense cliff wall, all diving and fighting for fish-favs in this deviantart ocean can actually claim that?.. Alan is a fine, fine example of what happens to someone who lives in Michigan for too long. Regardless of his reasons or penchant for personal torture, I'm glad he had the courage to stick it out for so long there, or i wouldn't be spotlighting him here, for his works wouldn't have the piss and vinegar i need to make my cornflakes taste like prime rib. I love Alan's writing too... he has a natural talent to deliver a sarcastic punch right to the gut, yet you don't throw up your lunch. It's tempered with a clever humor born of humility that makes you want to pour yourself a second bowl of cornflakes. But you can only catch his writings in his journal when he makes one. Another reason to watch him, because who needs to miss MORE of those truths your mother and father keep so well hidden in the secret apathy box? Oh yes, i almost forgot, ... wear sunglasses when you visit his gallery because too much viewing can leave those funny faded color spots in your vision when you look at white walls afterward. ( If your house or office walls are black...you're fine. ) He should be heralded as the Back-alley Digital Picasso of his time... "All good things to those who wait in their underwear, scratching their ass", i always say. |
| Wild snails couldn't have kept us apart that day...Don't you remember? ... Us rolling around naked in the mud by the lake in ecstasy. Your beautiful ass crack so packed with mud ...and then you farted ...and we both giggled; watching the little mud bubbles float away. I like to think those little mud bubbles are floating around somewhere still ....representative of a life together that could have been .... *sigh* ... But you had to return to vacuum cleaner repair school and i hadn't finished clown school yet. I grew a second heart for you that day baby ...and it's been in my sock drawer ever since... From: Past Love Letters~ A Fangfingers story ©-Fangfingers( jh) -08-All Rights Reserved |
