____ ____ | | violent animation | | | |___ _______ _______ ____| | _______ _______ _______ __| | __| | __| | __| | __|__ | __| | __| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | __ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | _ | | ____| | |_| | | |_| | | | | | | |_| | | |_| | | |_| | | |_| | |________| |________| |___| |__| |________| |________| |_____ _| |________| ___| | bondage one (october 2, 1996) | ___| ________________________________________________________ | |__ ___________ 333#################################################### |_____| #####KTS!A writing a bad joke - evol trainstation memories - spinsane blue movie - eerie king of the worms - puck dawnlight - mister e bury me - teletype not perfect, but mine - evol prude discorporations - eerie hey you - mogel lobotomy in q - puck combustion lente - eerie & evol tommy can throw a ball, but susie likes cakes - puck cyclic - teletype beaster - eerie "if i was a preacher tell you what, i'd save a million souls - even yours" - shellac ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> writing a bad joke evol ___________________________________________________________ if they ever ask you what color my eyes were, you'll say, "dull." i know you think so. it doesn't affect me the trouble with affection is that it's nothing but a symptom, terribly contagious, of another disease -- something to which it seems all boys are immune and i have no antibodies oh, LOOK. i have my own body the hard floor proves it, keeps it definite while your pillows would only make question of it (i comfort myself this way when i find my half-conscious hands searching for you in the middle of the night) this is not a pleasant way to go. it's slow and it hurts and it's not giving way to any great works of art which like an actor dying on a movie set from a faulty prop, it's that pathetic. someone told me today to lighten up. i set myself ablaze. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> trainstation memories spinsane ___________________________________________________________ I trail a limp, smoky hand through my grease tangled hair in the subway station in LA posters hang on the walls, cheap, tobacco stained remnants of movies long past. Flicking on the cinema, like shafts of light bursting through the moving cars ahead of me that squeal and strain to be heard in the dark monopoly of life. With each tiny tick of my watch, my feet scuff the sullied pavement that I will never touch again; trying in vain to leave a mark on the places I've already been. The suitcase rests silently a padded leather shell smeared with grease from my finger tips and the light rain outside. Each lightbulb overhead flickers through a cloud of spidery webs. Like the thoughts in my mind, long laying dormant like post-adolescent bicycles, laying in the rye, with playing cards still attached. I tilt back my head one more time before the empty weight in my hand is too much, and I let the bottle crash. The ground where I lived soaks up the old, diluted alchohol like kerosone memories waiting to be lit and fill the shadows with Polaroid pasts... The train comes to a halt deserted a dirty like me its old worn business suit a patchwork of graffiti and stale notices that never went read and will never be read by me as the hiss of the brakes signals my departure. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> blue movie eerie ___________________________________________________________ "for how long will you have to hide your grace? why doesn't your VIOLENCE feeds me? i need BLUE i need RED water-blood keep me awake keep me alive my ears ache & my ey - " it was all on the wet sand dissicated & unfinished tear me apart, she said again fuck me where the waves break & let them fall 'cause your sex tastes just like salty water come on baby do it now spreading sunblock lotion on her open wide northeastern white skin like sperm just as insane & she walks around the rotting figures of fat tourists & their women with saggy breasts & she floats & her belly button sucks you deep & she bathes & she makes water turn to blood meal for the sharks if i were her dad i wouldn't be able to stand it ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> king of the worms puck ___________________________________________________________ One hot, dry afternoon, the day after a long, brown, wet rain, I was King of the Worms. I walked up and down the scalding sidewalks and laughed at my sizzling subjects, who, only the day before, had banished me to the lawn. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> dawnlight mister e ___________________________________________________________ dawnlight pixels creeping into the cold stain of darkness opening long awaited eyes yearn for guidance losing another battle to another slumber stepping awake from nocturnal mysterious lands... ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> bury me teletype ___________________________________________________________ Caterpillar to the moth, says hand me the mirror. Give me my reflection, show me the future. An alarm is going off, time is getting nearer. He made the connection, He was my teacher. Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. Little trick or treater, thinks it's halloween. She wants it all, fill her goody-bag. Why don't you meet her? The all time beauty queen. Break down her wall, play a game of tag. Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. Rich fat oil king, drilling in our ground. Questing for his life blood, the dark and viscous gold. His pray is hiding, waiting to be found. Then a veritable flood, much death to be sold. Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. Wretched mosquito, sucking out life. Spreading disease, A creature of greed. Relentless libido, cut with my knife, I'm ready to please. Sowing the seed. Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. She wears diamond rings, she eats caviar. Mingles with high society. We know she has said "I have material things. I've made it far." But with her impropriety, she's better off dead. Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. Filthy vagabond nomad, wandering the nation. Salt of the earth, I would say. Living his life to be free. Our lifestyle to him a fad, since the dawn of creation. Let him show you the way. Then you can see me. Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. You'll never see. Break my mirror. You'll never know. Burn down my house. You'll never pierce. Smash down my door. You'll never bend. UNRELENTING! Bury me. Six feet under. Bury me. Tear me asunder. Destroy me. Bury me. Seal me in my coffin. Bury me. You do it so often. Do it again, please Bury me. I don't wanna be. Bury me. Go on, I'll never be free. Bury me. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> not perfect, but mine evol ___________________________________________________________ so here we sit, alone again just me and my flaming GOD COMPLEX awake at sixseveneight? (i never change my clock during daylight savings) but no one is home i'm too drowsy to appreciate it parked outside is a car i do not identify with any kind of violation i'm too beaten to appreciate i resent a lot of things despite my half-conscious, technicolor conditions i spend my life in euphemisms so you cannot approach me unskinned i am the sterling-silver-unpolished- right-out-of-the-dishwasher- fogged with self-eSTEAM but- never-the-other, pass the potatoes. i am so domestic i speak english retards flood the hallways they sing and clap and everyone asks "who the fuck do they think they are?" they run and dance, banging the lockers they do shit i wouldn't do if i _were_ god; maybe that's who they think they are my diluted friends spill their shit into me and i think it stinks. every day ends with an epilogue, not an exit and as for a rather eventful existence, i'd say i've got it all down at 2pm is the drunk UPS man who races his monster truck like it's a toy city with toy people he honks at me and i feel retarded (though not godly) i just lost another poetry contest, another reminder that nobody loves me as much as i do, a humbling experience. i think about drunk UPS men when you're not around. there are a lot of people i'm not attracted to, and you're the nicest of them all LOOK, honey! science has a new use for us! pass the potatoes. my mouth believes it is the blender cap, and without it you'll go everywhere my body suffers a terrible withdrawal, a smashed fishtank, all at once a foreign withdrawal, (or i am too domestic) this flood throttles me. your best friend hates me. even fireworks are small life is pointless when there's nothing to avoid the asphalt highway is potholed i do not identify with the cars i can no longer concentrate but i can't say that, because _everybody_ says that, -i've- already said that, so i'm straightforward in my reluctance though it does my head NO justice. oh fuck this i haven't got the money to save myself from killing somebody so i think i'll sell this one for fifty cents (it's kinda fucked that feelings are so marketable) parked outside is a car i do not identify with and i smell the sweet shampoo you must've borrowed from your sister or your mother as all of your intentions bend my way. (he's seen me naked, and he says he loves me anyway) i can't look at other couples, they're all pretty ugly. i hope we're not the coupons are clipped and alive on the table next to the loveseat that has been clawed at a million times and somehow i relate to it... just a stray car that's parked inside i am the dried-out-pen-you-(k)need (like dough)- to-tell-them-that-you-love-them-so- that's-why-you're-dead. most people do not know of their perpetrators i have seen the prices put on my head. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> prude discorporations eerie ___________________________________________________________ dressed with transient chimera stiffened into atrophied incoherence i knock on the orifices of latent sanctity in a pornographical premise crimson morosity macerated in bruised, heroin-sick, venereal prisons the affected regions will be afflicted with permanent & irreparable damage ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> hey you mogel ___________________________________________________________ i take a trip upon my sinkin' ship it stays to-get-her with a little glue i go where i wanna i do what i wanna i don't know civilization i don't know civilization and i kill 'cause morality ain't sound important i went to the seashore and picked up a few rocks and they was dirty and i filled my socks and i brought 'em back aboard and cleaned 'em and i brought 'em back aboard and cleaned 'em they reminded me of this girl on an island but she was more better then them rocks i don't care she ain't here with me now i don't care she ain't here with me now it's all here with these rocks stoned stones of my minded mind will unite the rock's rocky unity. i don't care i ain't here anymore i don't care i am where i wanna be i do what i want, so you can shut up i'll sail my ship right past you right past your island right past you i may throw these rocks out they begining to smell like you sail away in my pretty sinking ship. i hope on my way. i don't trip. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> lobotomy in q puck ___________________________________________________________ Every breath splashes another puddle of Blue rhapsody (Ny Quil) onto my brain. I hang in my desk like a Felix clock, swinging my eyes left and right smearing and streaking the people around me whose faces are flapping like happy puppets on a Christ- ian kiddie show but their voices just gush like mustard from their lips leaving thick yellow puddles at their feet And I know that a bell must be ringing somewhere because everybody's speeding up, like when the light turns yellow and you're just past the point of no return. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> combustion lente eerie & evol ___________________________________________________________ miles of bad road apoplexy of a bludgeoned country ulegies for a zip code you lay next to me & i can't figure out what to do first. the last feedback is reechoing in your destroyed voice SCREECH EECH EECH EECH EECH i whisper an explosion into your .. EECH wake up highway's ending here concrete is not solid now bland or blank case of unpractical chaotic mines geographic monstrosities & other chemical reactions due to bad sex i could try yeah, i guess i could try to shout OUT OUT I AM NOT HERE her attention was never soundproof i shake her like a cage to be escaped but not to be escaped to want to be escaped only to be further contained into her noise too big to be amplified anymore it has reached the state where .. ah-choo! God bless [ us all, if you wanted .. shame on them i could try to weep but it's impossible 'cause she's sticking in my landscape yellow blanket cornering my brain without being able to exit her humid body my temperature drops for her i pick the leaves out of her tangled hair, then she answers speaking a language i could hardly understand: the hemoglobin dropping from her mouth serves as a translation we won't go anywhere i want her to stay blocking my driveway as if my road had to be repaired i bought a guppie named it after her fed it thirteen times a day then flushed fatter than could ever have been natural for a glutton of any known species side-ordering for the 1000th time i'm getting tired of eating the same meal but i still want to force myself to watch her at 3am like some bad after-hours flick where you find yourself appreciating the commercial breaks because you know the commercials i forsake my own necessary recharge to witness her in her dream state while i think of deadly pillowfights every twenty minutes she sleepwalks right out the door i chase her in my underwear past the mailbox lure her back in with love & attention two things no girl can refuse & that is how you spot them i remember when i first saw her it was in a shopping mall full of men & she was thin carved into marble cold yet statuesque & disguised thinking she could pass as one of us her radiations were intense she was below & over & into so i grabbed a megaphone & i said, "you're beautiful!" & she was the only one who didn't know how not to turn around DETOUR attacking, i lose my only defense soundproof skin, her vital organs, showing up as evidence plastered on all of my personalized bathtowels, have no idea what i will wish on them SWEET IMPALED FLESH you are the only corridor we have like forkholing a potato before you bake it so it will not explode i'm searching you for your vital signs DETOUR! i take your compact from the bathroom stick it under your nose, you flinch before i see your breath fog the glass at last you can hear me i stick candles on your head & make a wish & you take it & set fire to my tires & the smell is even louder than the last big silence we shared bring me back in your bed tired of outside's blatant colors bring me back i don't know where don't moan anymore an explosion is the softest response & most of us won't detect it i love you means i reclothe the loathing reclothe you i strike a match it burns out i dictate this experience to your open skin so that you might, i hope, awake, informed that some things are ephemeral maybe agonizing maybe they do have pain i have no idea i don't touch those things anymore i leave them to the wind, whatever erodes them is fine with me your body shifts itself perhaps to remind me that it isn't mine so next i will remove my mouth from your stomach & cross your right leg back over the left one bring me back in your arms human blade so i can still believe i am innocent so i can proceed to ignorantly invade you so i can still believe i am eternal & very very blessed, amen ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> tommy can throw a ball, but susie likes cakes puck ___________________________________________________________ One summer morn, as I was gathering nuts, My stomach opened up and spat my guts Upon the dew-dropped, shimmering blades of green, (Oh noble blades, in such a gory scene!) A moment held me stunned, I felt my head Get heavy from the sight of so much red Upon the grass. And then I questioned why My guts were quickly rolling down my thigh, Instead of resting quietly where they ought, Inside my stomach, rolled up nice and taut. "Alas," thought I, "I ve done some dirty deed, One dripping with the impetus of greed, And God is demonstrating Glory's hand By scattering my guts upon the land!" So on my knees I prayed unto the Lord, To free me from whatever sin I'd scored In hopes that by the time I said "Amen" My guts would be where they belong again. But sadly, while I prayed I also bled. Before "Amen" was uttered, I fell dead. ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> cyclic teletype ___________________________________________________________ drop from heavens high fall from cloudy sky once wide open free now heavy altered anew i seek you to know your pain endless circuit to be you i taste you you become me lifeless life giver enraged destroyer torrential uprising muddied sky sun is gone night painted on i reach to the moon the end is coming ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## >> beaster eerie ___________________________________________________________ wired hooked ahead & upward until the headache throbs until you run out of symbols until you stop minding the stale air, cake mate & baby you said something along the lines of i-don't-want-to & now the breeze slaps no face but mine well, mind you, that's what keeps on occuring noise silence noise silence oscillator, cheap blow jobs recurring damn straight to nothingness, babything that's what we're headed for we're food for chaos small packages easy to open hard to swallow with absolutely no nutritional value & i'm not sane enough to pretend i'm insane tv is on but all we get is garbage you keep on mentioning beauty & you should know that to me it does mean something decyphering all your world, baby, is a bitch & you sure don't help don't you know you can't fuck with bodiless souls? just what i needed - another angel wired hooked the books tell me i'm probably mad well, there, screw it baby they're right i failed & i'm mad wired hooked ketamine blind shatter more sex more dope more, more, more as long as it matters ____________________________________________________________________________ ########################################################################## "the beads will swing the clouds will cloud and the killer will behead the child like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone." - charles bukowski bondage #1 contributors - eerie, evol, mister e, mogel, puck, spinsane, & teletype bondage is edited by eerie & released whenever. please direct all correspondance & submissions to doomed@voicenet.com. www homepage - http://www.voicenet.com/~doomed/va to suscribe to the dto/violent animation mailing list, email doomed@voicenet.com with the body of the message saying something along the lines of "i want your firstborn". 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