Saturday, December 25, 2010

Ken Mayfield

Love, where have you gone

Have you left me to drown in my own sorrow and choke on my own curses?

I am forced to sleep without you by my side

And my only reminder sleeps across the hall

Our daughter, she is beautiful

I see your eyes in hers, and I hear your voice in hers

You say I do…

And you did, but now you’ve left

Our house has never been a home, only a tomb for lonely hearts

I dream of your return

My long nights away have come and gone, but how could I have known the price?

I only ever toiled for your happiness, and now I must toil for hers

Only without you

I need you, she needs you

I’m a clueless father at best, and she has no mother

How could you have traded her away for this?

How could you justify such abandonment

Knowing she will never speak to you again

And all she ever needed was for you to be there

The only place you never were

I press on, and try to give her everything that she needs

But its not enough

I’m not enough without you

You said I do…

And I do. I’ve always loved you, but I can see you no longer exist

Lying still in the rain and wind, cold and wet but unflinching, suffering in pain but unmoving

I stand here waiting to be removed

To be taken somewhere I’ve not been

And should never go

But I’d rather go than stay here

My mind is spinning circles

A mental nausea setting in

I have not been touched

I have not been moved

I have not been bothered

In so many years

I have not been felt

I have not been held

I have not been led

In so many years

Lying still in the rain and wind

Cold and wet but unflinching

Suffering in pain but unmoving

I have not been led

In so many years

Call

What has become of a once honest movement?
Reduced to empty slogans and pointless symbols
You’re calling from all corners for change
But remaining in the corners all the same

Progression is not color-coordinated

Standing still gets you nowhere
The fear keeps you here
Your pride must be found in strength
So stand up!

Stand up and march towards those who oppress you
And do not back down
Coming out of the closet means nothing
If you don’t leave your house and most importantly, above all things
LIVE...and continue to live
This is not a cause you die for, but a cause you live for

Progress is not color-coordinated

Fuck this “movement” of standing still and for fuck’s sake
MOVE

Ruby's Icon

I have seen my love on the other side
She beckons me with arms open wide
But how am I on this road to pass
When all the ground is broken glass?

Blinded

Every taste bitter, goes down so sweet
It controls me, it is me
It bursts forth from these veins
Terrible convulsions and their mocking laughter
This is all a sick game I must play, and I'm losing
Light not fading away, but snuffed out by a hand I once trusted
The hand that once guided me...
They snicker in the chilling darkness

Monday, August 16, 2010

Euphoriac

Euphoriac
Wanders the space
Sleeps in the sky
Floats above the ground
Colors shifting smooth
Patters in the eyes
Glazed by the haze
Of the gods greatest gift

Breathe it in, choke
Breathe it out, sigh

Carried by the wind above
Mountains high
Sight unbound
Conversing with the clouds
Raining down on us
Numb to its rage
Slowly marching on
Into the sun's face

With defiance and undying gaze
Sun shines in the eyes of
Euphoriac

Monday, July 26, 2010

Where Is The Lonely Man

Sip down that drink now
Let it cool your burning throat
God knows its been a hundred miles
Since the last time you had
If the wind would subside
You might continue on
But maybe it won't...
And maybe you don't (want to)...

Where is the lonely man?
He is walking right beside me
Where is the lonely man?
He is hiding in my shadow
Where is the lonely man?
He is hanging from the evergreen tree

Dirt kicked up from boots scraping
Its such a long walk home
The sun sets on weary eyes
A soul of withered diatribes
Where is home anymore
Is it the place I left
Or the place I'm going
Where am I going
Anyway

Where is the lonely man?
He is walking right beside me
Where is the lonely man?
He is hiding in my shadow
Where is the lonely man?
He is hanging from the evergreen tree

Dreams that won't come true
Don't go away
They just remind us
Of who we could be
If we weren't who we
Are now

I am hanging from the evergreen tree

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Bastards Of Chance

Thin veneer hides the reality beneath coated surface
Fake fraud fabrication
Blind eyes lidless in the ecstasy of the unknowable
Deceived distorted destroyed
Manufactured scent leads astray the empty searchers
Fake fraud fabrication
Choirs of the host of heaven hypnotize weak ears
Deceived distorted destroyed

What is the world but a speck
What is the universe but a drop
What is life but an eyeblink
What is death but a deep breath

No one holds us in the palm of their hand
We are no creation
No one spoke us out of the nothing
We are in no one's image
No one holds us in the palm of their hand
We are no sons and daughters
No one spoke us out of the nothing
We are but monsters

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Interference

There's a distance between you and me and I can't bridge it. Like a cloud of unspoken hate and tension under the surface, wordless and yet so apparent in your eyes. Sign of the times. Like mimes, silenced without need and yet here we are. What deed brought here you and I to a point of silence as golden as tacky plastic jewelry in a vending machine. It ain't real bling, but that's just the thing. It doesn't mean a thing. Just like you and I. But I won't let us die.

I'm staring down a chasm of bad choices and ill intentions of my own inventions. At the bottom lies a pool, perhaps of blood, I don't know who's. I can't take this abuse. All the days are the same. Every goddamn breath just reeks of your name. I can't toss you out, breath you out, let you go, regain control, no matter what I do you're still here, making me fear I'll never put you in the past. It didn't last, that's a fact, with the way I act its no shock. But I've caught up to you and now the first thing I'm always thinking how can I get back to the day, the day that I change what I say and say you, only you, please return, overdue.

I shouldn't have acted so hastily, wasting away my only second chance. The one I've been begging for from you for years. All the jeers and the taunts, all the pain that still haunts. I can remember your face, the tears in your eyes, no surprise I fucking destroyed your perception created an infection with no detection of the harm I'd done to you in the long run. Sad you see me crawling back not too long after and so begins another chapter in the never-ending story of what may be an obsession, call it love if you want, I still can't get you out of my head, of my heart, I don't want to be apart, but a part, a piece of your puzzle, end of discussion.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Don't Disappear

In all my days I never thought that this would happen
But its happening
Sleep is not what I need, and I couldn't even get it
If I wanted
There is a light spilling from the crack in my doorway
I can't close it

Turn on my light, the timing's just right
Close the door, and open the window
Sit next to me

Everyday the sun stares straight at me and asks well what are you going to do about it
And I just wait for her to disappear
The moon is a much kinder light

Doll you couldn't make it any better, unless you stayed with me

Stay with me
Don't disappear

Thursday, June 17, 2010

fXck sXe

The letter X is no different than a god
If you allow it to enslave you
I won't stay trapped within these walls
The alphabet is not my master

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Left Nothing

I make you nothing
Disaster is the scalding brand I force into your head
It will never leave you after this day
Your relationships destroyed by my hand
And I laugh at your tears
Your children reject your teachings and rebel
They drink down the cup of the world
Marital strife unbound rips your love from you
United with someone else
Financial ruin plagues you from dawn to dusk
Everything you hold dear taken from you
Disease spreads through your veins
Sores fever burns the pain excruciating
Your life held in the palm of my hand
Melting away by the heat of my rage
I make you nothing
And yet you still worship me
Your god
The one who brings your life to an end

Mauled

Unnoticed by the general populous
Living in isolation
Slowly plotting out their demise
To quell the red in my eyes

From the shopping malls
The schools and neighborhoods
Hand-picked and followed
So knowledge might be gained

Unaware of my presence
Life is carried on as normal
While close behind
Behavior is learned
Conversation monitored
Personality traits discovered
Perception unfolded
Preferences uncovered

Followed to the house
A peaceful evening undisturbed
Chloroform leaves no time to scream
Stuffed in the trunk slipping into a dream
Awaken on the bed
Movement prohibited
Stripped of dignity and spread eagle
Left helpless against the ultimate evil

Ruler over your body
I stare coldly at your petrified face
I will not hold back

You scream so loud
Its music to to my ears
My fury intensifies
As I fulfill your greatest fears
The screams subside
Blood stains the walls
Your body lay scattered
Mauled

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Right Beside You

I'm going to leave you in such fear
You will never close your eyes again
Terrorized, traumatized
Weak
Don't speak
I am always close
In a way you never wanted
To be inches from your end
Every second of every day
This thought will fuel your
Paranoia insomnia schizophrenia
Darkness falls
Like clockwork
Shades down, doors locked
Windows bolted
Crouch under the covers
Eyes wide open
Waiting for my shadow
To pass under the crack of your door
But I'll be right beside you

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Unfinished Letter

Dear _______,

Last night I had a dream that I killed you. And it was so nice, because as I beat your skull with a crowbar, you screamed, and I can't tell you how helpful that was for my shaking hands. I was really nervous about it all, but for some reason while I was breaking your bones the cracking noise made me feel more relaxed. I was even able to whistle while I was ripping out your internal organs, and it only mildly upset me when your spinal fluid spilled all over my new shoes. It was really my mistake for wearing them in the first place. I do want to thank you for taking so long to die, because the companionship made it much easier to go through with. I can't imagine how long it would have taken me to completely dismember your body if you had stopped breathing after I sliced open your stomach. By the way, you might want to check your diet, the insides of your stomach smelled terrible. I mean, besides the acid that lines the inside of it obviously. You bled out of course, it was only a matter of time considering how many arteries I had severed. I wasn't sure what to do with your body so I just propped it up on a stand in my living room. I regretted cutting off your arms, because I soon realized how great of a coat rack you would have been. I guess I figured I'd use the next one for that. Well, anyway, have a great time at your church's youth camp, see you in a week.

Love,

L.E.M.

Alone

One day I was sitting in the center of a field surrounded by everyone in the world. As time passed together the people around me began to leave first millions and then by the hundred-thousands, ten-thousands, thousands, and hundreds. I was soon accompanied by everyone I had ever met and they all said hello at the same time. I waved and watched them begin to fade. Slowly but surely the bodies of first-time acquaintances and people I nodded at in hallways began to dissipate. Soon it was only my friends, friends and friends defined loosely. But even the latter were soon gone, melting into the ground like wax in the summer. My true friends now stood around me. The wind now roared and howled and like corpses in battle they crumbled away.

I lied back in the grass and sighed, as the sun clocked out to make way for the night crew.

I was finally alone.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Peace Until Death, And Death In Peace

Swim to the surface
To the edge of the water
Curse upon you lifted
From darkened depths reborn
Let the blood wash over you
Return to fearless state
Though crippled and frail you remain
Closeness to death is the dawn of life
Forgiven but not forgotten
Sinners kneel at a lifeless altar
May each mark remind you
Of the body's own salvation
The tears in my eyes fall for joy
At every sunrise on your sleep
And every sunset on your smile

שלום עד מוות
מוות לשלום

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Find

Find
And lose
Everything
In a motion blurred

Time passed treads a lonely road
To a dark horizon never to be recalled
And forward moves the mind into the light
Where sunspots blind and shadows deceive

Everything forgotten is nothing
Anesthesia eternal
Everything forgotten is nothing
Regret regretting


One with the soil tread
Melting into the sands of existence
Pray for permanence, greeted by temporariness
Every thought breeds
A tear, a smile
A wince of pain
Brow casting shadow across the eye

Everything forgotten is nothing
Anesthesia eternal
Everything forgotten is nothing
Regret regretting

Time passed treads a lonely road
Through plains of flattened emotion to die
Rest weary head upon the stone of it's grave
Mind has forgotten this path and is relieved

Find
And lose
Everything
In the blink of an eye

Everything forgotten is nothing...
Everything forgotten...
Everything...
Nothing

Monday, March 1, 2010

Best news in a long time...

The great SWANS are re-forming. My heart leaps with joy.

>>>READ<<<

Let's celebrate with a picture of Michael Gira naked.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

By My Hate

Christianity, repugnant in origin
Bastard faith of liar and fraud
Waving high their banners
And preaching aloud their god

There is no cure for the sickness that is man
This pestilent breed of the foulest kind
Claim your cross for the almighty's plan
And In the lies of the blind, remain confined

Followers of christ
Fall before me
Sons of adonai
Feel my rage
Servants of god
Your faith is destroyed by my hate

There is no salvation for the sickness of our kind
This pestilent god of wandering sheep
A lie to enslave, a lie to deceive, a lie to bind
A life of false fulfillment stolen in deep sleep

Blow by blow, disgraced
Lash by lash, defaced
Nail by nail, denounced
Blood poured out, ounce by ounce

Followers of christ
Fall before me
Sons of adonai
Feel my rage
Servants of god
Your faith is destroyed by my hate

I paint the face of christ red
For the son of god is dead
I erase all that he has said
For the son of god is dead
The lies shall no longer spread
For the son of god is dead
For nothing he died, for nothing he bled
The son of god is dead

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

From Nowhere To Nowhere II

Now a creature of reclusive nature
My eyes burn with an intense hatred
For everything locked in their sight
A darkened countenance adorns my face
I long for the day when the flame in your eyes
Engulfs the long-frozen shell of my bitter heart
For only you can give the sun its light
Only you can put the stars back in the sky

To be brought back from the dead
To regret everything I've said
To retire this path insane
From nowhere to nowhere again

My shadow grows until I am lost within
The black aura of my faults and failures
How can I look to the sunrise of the morn
How can I hope to live beyond this night
When everyday with you reminds me
How I can't live without you
And everyday without you
Reminds me how I can't live with myself

Monday, January 25, 2010

To Leave And Be Replaced (Edited)

Sex, the drug; we, the junkies
Addicted to a sensation cheapened through hype and glamorization
This is the state of our nation
Obsessed with fashion so it might be removed
Obsessed with the flesh so it might be seen
A cheap one night stand in between two even cheaper night stands
Ever so complacently giving in to our body's sexual demands

I venture to wonder how we got this way
When you'll fuck me and I don't even know your name
And you don't know mine, but I guess it's all the same
You'd just as soon call me daddy anyway

The American dream is the body of someone else
To leave and be replaced


We, the blind; we, the slaves
How can we protest the sex trade in the third world
When our women are so brainwashed
They don't even need to be kidnapped and drugged to get naked in front of a camera

And we take it in without a second thought
Another lie bought, another pleasure sought
Drowning in an ankle deep pool of our own drool

I venture to wonder how we got this way
When you'll fuck me and I don't even know your name
And you don't know mine, but I guess it's all the same
You'd just as soon call me daddy anyway

The American dream is the body of someone else
To leave and be replaced


We've been told
We are only skin deep
We can't see
What lies beneath

(The media wonders about an Avatar sex scene, and I say who gives a fuck)

Sunday, January 17, 2010

It's my DETHday

HAPPY DETHDAY TO ME

Friday, January 15, 2010

Muschamp

My pen bleeds with words written to those I have lost
And at night when the world closes its eyes
My mind stares into oblivion
And I see you falling
Into a black hole of uncertainty
Because I don't know where you are
I just know that you're gone

My mouth spills all the thoughts my heart held of you
But my heart isn't broken
It's just not there anymore
My mouth opens wider
And I can hear myself going deaf
Because I don't know where you are
I just know that you're not here

You're not here
You're gone...

Shards (Transcription of a dream)

I am a thousand feet above the water and they spare me nothing. The shards of paper thin glass shoot through me and I scream in pain. Panic overwhelms my mind as I look for escape but the bridge is almost out of sight. I cannot count their number for their movements are terribly swift and subtle. Under cloaks they hover, the shards are the size of large icicles. Everything hurts but there is no blood. Tears run down my face and I know I am doomed. Suddenly they surround me and as I prepare for death one of them hands me a small metal shard of violet color and smooth texture. It looks like jewelry. They tell me to give it to her, and as such I must never see her again. I am confused. They speak uniformly.

"This gift we have given you shall be a promise. That she will never forget you, even in your absence, and that the pain you felt by our shards shall be removed from her heart. She will no longer feel the suffering of times past, and the void in her soul shall be filled."

I immediately understand the meaning of their words. I close my eyes and awaken in a large field. There is no moon but the light comes from the many stars stuck in the sky. I turn my head and see her approaching from a short distance. The radiance from her every pore suggests that I no longer need the stars for light. The shard grows warm in the clutches of my hand. We converge, a warm embrace, and she kisses me. I see the light of the sun peaking its face over the horizon. I imagine the light as a wave, or an explosion that approaches us with great velocity. We are quickly overtaken. The shard lays still in my hand.

I no longer know what is right.

My mind swirls in darkness, images of death laid out. I watch the truth massacred by rabid dogs. I see blood in the water, the predator found its prey. Her mother is dead, and her father is on his way. What is there left to say? I drop the shard to the ground.

I don't know what is right anymore.

Nothing

And if they're right about anything at all
Its that all I am is a clanging cymbal
A sounding gong
Nothing at all

This is all I have to offer you

This, this is my everything
Will you take my everything?
My everything

This is all I have to offer you

This, this is my nothing
Will you take my nothing?
My nothing

I want to be nothing for you

Seila

It was a cold dark night
When you came to me
And now my dreams move with
The sound of your voice
Under the covers
My body shakes and shivers
Eyes swivel under tired lids
I am a puppet for you

Eyes shut tight
But no sleep for me tonight
Hours tick by
But I haven't slept a peep
Get me out of my sleep

I am trapped within myself
My mind is no longer mine
The voice in my head grows louder...
...your voice...

Overcome By Disgust

Overcome by disgust
Overwhelmed with abhorrence
Your salvation is a gift from a whore
Used up, filthy, and withered

I bask not in the presence of a nonexistent god
His heaven shall never come to this earth
And his glory shall never fall
You worship nothing at all

Ignorant masses of the cross and its way
Swallow down lies and deceit as they pray
Spreading their legs for the savior and king
And slowly crumbling to pieces as they sing...

Rain down fire
Rain down brimstone
And you shall see that
My knee shall never bow
And my tongue shall not confess

To the sounding of the horns
To the beat of the drums
I will sing
You are not God

(Hallelujah)
For I have found the truth
And it is not in you
It is not in you Jesus

The Reaper's Folly (Co-written by Alex Van'tLeven)

When the stars align
You shall be my bride
And when the full moon is high
You will walk by my side (again)

Bring you back to life
My woman, my baby, my wife
This was not your fate
The reaper made a mistake
Our eternal love shall be saved
When your pale soul is raised

I have found the way
Your cold lifeless corpse will be revived
Our souls combined forever in the ashes of time

Bring you back to life
My woman, my baby, my wife
This was not your fate
The reaper made a mistake
Our eternal love shall be saved
When your pale soul is raised

Tell me you love, love, love me

Happy In The Cold

Even the heat of this night
Cannot thaw the ice from my bones
Frozen grip on my heart, so tight
Like bitterness and hate upon their thrones

In my mind I am so alone
Only echoes provide me company
But at least outside, (I'm) not so forlorn
Even if you're dead, (you're) still with me

Let the wind blow in my face
Let it pierce my aging skin
I'll disappear without a trace
I'll never be seen again

Don't fret my love, there is nothing to fear
My limbs and joints, they grow old
Don't speak a word now, don't shed a tear
You know that I'm happy in the cold

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Why I love Insect Warfare (A.K.A. the best interview ever)

My transcribing of the interview between GlobalDomination.se and noisegrind band Insect Warfare (more specifically, Beau Beasley, guitarist of said band). The webpage can be found here: http://www.globaldomination.se/interviews/insect-warfare-beau-beasley

---WARNING: HARSH LANGUAGE---

"Global Domination
: Hello ya gun crazed Texans, a Polar bear fucking Norwegian here. Only the kids, the grownups are too lose. Anyway, I’ll start off congratulating you and the band with one of the most pissed off efforts I’ve heard in my days. Did any of you pop a vein during recording?

INSECT WARFARE: After recording 40 guitar tracks and bass tracks my wrist hurt really bad. I couldn’t play guitar comfortably for about 5 days after. I’m fine now but it sucked for the time being. Actually, when we finished the recording the computer crashed and we lost the entire recording session. That’s when a vein burst in my head. Anyways, we just sucked it up and re-recorded the whole thing a second time.

“World Extermination” is your first full-length, but before it you spat out release like a fucking decent machine-gun. Can we expect to see a new release from ye guys in the near future? And if so, will it have keyboard and eunuch choirs? Are you still going to do splits and shit? I ask, in full knowing that you just ejaculated “World extermination,” because of that mentioned list of releases. Notorious bastards, love ya.

Shit man, we finished “WD” and I haven’t even got a chance to rest and enjoy it. We just went back into the studio and recorded 12 songs for a split 5” with Agoraphobic Nosebleed. After that we got splits with Retaliation and Regurgitate from Sweden. Expect lots of synth guitar and organ solos. Maybe some harmonica?

While fucking around the net for information about ye guys, a search which left me with a near empty basket, I learned that you are heavily influenced by a band called Razor. Who the fuck is Razor? And, most importantly, is it bullshit or true? And while we are at it, are you familiar Kill The Client?

Razor were a Canadian trash metal band that were notorious for being assholes and kicking people’s asses. That’s why they influenced us. Not so much musically but more for the asshole vibe. Yes, Kill the Client are friends of ours. They live in a different city but we play shows together.

How come the writings on your homepage are of size 4 or something? I’m getting old ya know, hard to read shit like that. Should I consider suicide? The site is shit, by the way.

Because I like to make old men like you hurt their eyeballs trying to find information on us! Websites are useless these days and I just made a simple one so people could go and get even more pissed at us for not having proper information available.

How old are you guys? Surely not as old as Napalm Death, that’s for sure. I’m more than just a little bit impressed by the longevity of that gang, both ex and current members. How ‘bout you?

We are all in our mid 20’s but I am jaded to the point of being a 60 year old man. I never go out and just sit in my room and hate life and everyone around me. Yeah, those napalm guys have held up pretty well for the age. Not the most handsome guys but they have held up.

I noticed, thanks to The Metal Archives, you have released a cute little thing called “Enemies of grind.” Not that I’ve listened to it. Care to explain what motivation lay behind that naming? Are you tired of do-gooders or are you pissed at shit like Goregrind and muck akin to it released in absurd numbers? I guess the lot, since you are so very pissed.

We are at war with whatever weak ass bands trying to pass themselves off as grind bands. I’m tired of technical, emo bands trying to act like they are playing grindcore. FUCK OFF!

Are any of you on drugs? No need to be ashamed, I’m a hashtard myself.

Just our lazy ass singer. All he does is sit around his house, smoke weed, get paranoid, and play video games. I don’t do any drugs because I am a elitist asshole.

If you read through the review I attached, you already know that I think the drums on “World extermination” are tuned a bit too high. A bit. Do you think I have a point, or should I go fuck myself?

Go fuck yourself! No, I agree. The Snare drum is a little high pitched but I think it needs to be that way to cut through all the muddy, low tuning shit we dude. If it wasn’t so high it would get lost in all the shitty bass frequencies we generate in a effort to disguise our awful riffing.

Anyway, as I tell in the review, I’m a fan of the mixing job, and now I wonder who did it, how much it cost, and how long it took to record. Did you beat Darkthrone?

We recorded the whole album in our drummer’s living room. He owns some recording equipment and we were able to record the whole thing in a matter of 2 or 3 days. I don’t understand how people spend months in the studio. I hate our songs enough but having to listen to them that much would make me kill myself.

What kind of record label is 625 Thrash, the most unknown ever? Anyway, I’d like to know if they do you good or if I should take the trip to gun paradise and whop their asses. Are they like paying the trip for you guys to Adelaide, Australia? (I happened to read your tour schedule) If so, congrats with a fucking decent label. You might meet at guy called Dave there, he’s a bit fat, and prolly wanna fuck yer sister, but he’s a good guy. I think.

Max from 625 is a good friend of mine. He releases all of our material because I trust him. He takes great care of us though we pay for all of our expenses. Its just easier that way. I don’t like owing people money. I’ll have to keep an eye out for this Dave character you speak of.

With violent music such as yours I have a hard time figuring your concert being cosy. What’s the smallest audience you have ever played for, and has there ever been a need to call an ambulance after one your shows. I’d like to see you live, that’s for fucking sure.

We rarely play shows because we are such antisocial pricks. We play like once a year in our hometown and we only play when touring is necessary. No ambulances have ever been called but we have had the plug pulled on us plenty of times for being too noisy and almost destroying the sound equipment with our harsh frequencies.

I want the top 5 reasons (or 10 if you have the hate to go) why humanity should be eradicated, or at least profoundly trimmed. Like a nice fucking hairdo. Spit out yer hate, please.

1. People are shit.
2. People take up space in MY world.
3. People waste MY time.
4. People take MY money.
5. People breathe MY air.

People should die.

Are you afraid of bug disinfectants? We have some lethal shit called Radar, think it’s manufactured in Sweden, and I used it with great effect on some very small, yet utterly annoying flies here a couple of months ago. It would be labeled genocide if flies had newspapers and shit. But as we know, they are shit dealers through and through.

Nah, I like bug disinfectants because they put pollution into the air. This is a good thing because it speeds along the process of mass world annihilation.

What’s yer favourite insect? Mine is the ant, fucking love those creatures. I wonder if ants would eat up a corpse lazed in sugar, or perhaps even bare. What do you think? On a related note I’d like to add that a great way to dispose of a body would be to sandblast it, provided you have some place to ditch the mass. It would certainly cloak up the drainage, something Dahmer would’ve agreed if he were still among us. Bless his soul.

Ants are very brutal and militaristic but I prefer roaches because they live in their own shit.

Name the 5 best albums no one has heard. “World extermination” would be on my list, and that’s a compliment.

Thanks! Not sure if people have heard these or not but they are still my favorites. Here is my list: Rusted Shut “Rehab” LP, Slime in the Nose of Texas EP, Stark Raving Mad self-titled LP, Splattereah live 7” EP, Tractor demo.

I’m a member of one of the few worthy societies on the retardnet, Last.fm, and some cunt there has tagged you as “false grind”. I therefore assume you guys to have some enemies, do you enjoy making enemies? I’m not making a sport of it, but when I’m on the job I do it thoroughly.

We have tons of enemies. When you are as big assholes as we are you are bound to piss a few people off. I don’t give a fuck, I talk to my friends and the rest can eat shit.

Name the 5 worst pieces of crap grind bands ever to violate their instruments.

Fuck, put Insect Warfare in all 5 positions. I’m an asshole but I’m not going to name names because I’ve already been in a few fights because of that shit. I’m an asshole but I am no Seth Putnam.

How long does it take you to think of a person you could kill in cold blood, not even losing 5 minutes worth of sleep for?

Grim question, but I have a few people on my enemies list that I wouldn’t mind seeing erased from the world.

Have you ever sat down thinking: “fucking hell, I need a hug”? It’s hard being hard, I know from long experience. Oh, Chuck Norris is my father, forgot to mention it me thinks. He fucking rules in “Side-kicks”, not to talk about “Octagon”.

HA! “Side-kicks” was filmed in my city and my friend was a stand in actor for that movie. Fuck needing hugs. That shit is for wimps.

We Norwegians are retarded in that way that we always want to know what foreigners think about our shit, I think it is called an inferior complex. It has gone a bit far lately though, the Southern Europeans now fucking “our” women for most of the summers. But that’s not the point. What I want to know is whether you are familiar with our metal scene or not. If yes, give me the top 5 bands. If not, fuck you.

Norwegian metal? I didn’t know you asshole had bands. Shit, Darkthrone is from there right? That first death metal LP they did is good. I’m not sure, enlighten me.

I promise you, that’ll be the last list I’ll throw at ya during this interview. I’ve gotten complaints about not including them in my interviews, so I found the time right for overkill. Do you like the band Overkill, by the way?

Yeah, Overkill fucking rules. The vocals make my spine cringe, which is a good thing.

Are you guys veggies, like Cattle decapitation? If so, do you consider it ok to eat roadkill? Talking about Cattle Decapitation, the cover for “Humanure” is a classic, but the one adorning the front of “World extermination” isn’t exactly cum splattered on a piece of paper either. Who did it, and is it possible that he/she will do work for others as well? If so, leave an address.

NO! We all eat meat. Well, except our wimp ass bass player. I used to be a vegetarian a few years ago, but then I remembered how good meat tasted. Our friend Daniel Shaw does all of our artwork. He is a incredible black and white artist. He can be reached at shaw.illustrations@gmail.com

You must listen to Birdflesh and their “The ultimate mosh” release. Grab Jigsore Terror while you are at it, “World end carnage” slays. Here you can thank me.

I own both of those records and they do slay! “World End Carnage” is heavy as shit. I was actually listening to it yesterday morning before I went to work.

Which religion do you hate the most, Christianity or Islam? I’m so full of it that I puke venom at both. Give this a thought. If you are like a little enlightened you know Muslims don’t eat pigs, and that’s cause they see it as a filthy animal. Strange then that they eat birds a plenty, hens, chickens and shit, the world leading spreader of diseases. Good point, ey?

I hate all religion. Fuck relying on that mythology bullshit to explain things that science could explain for you. I actually caught west nile virus from a dead bird in my front yard. True story. I was sick for 14 days til I got proper treatment and antibiotics. Fuck the pestilence.

Do you think I’m smart? Please say yes, ‘cause I have a very small penis.

Well, people with very small penises usually must be smart because they would not survive in the world any other way. If you have a big dick in this world you got it made!

Have you been checking out the site (GD) after I approached you with a request for this fine interview? If so, tell me what you think. If not, fuck you.

The site is great! Actually, I’m just saying that because I believe it is good to kiss the ass of the person interviewing you. I wish our shitty website looked as good as yours. Maybe people could find information on us easier. Ah, fuck that.

I’m running out of questions here, so I’ll leave it for you to end it in a great way. Stay hard, cunts.

Thank YOU for the interview. Everyone else can fuck off."

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Life pt. 1

#1. Learn to be alone, before you choke.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Madness And Contentment

Now you're up in the trees
The branches quivering
As you skip from limb to limb
Dancing with your eyes closed

The sun is so bright but
I hardly mind staring
If perhaps you weren't so
Beautiful I might...

Will the scars on my back
Ever open again?
Will you open them again
Please lose control once more

Will the emptiness in my mind
Ever leave for good?
Will you return for good
Please fill the void once more

I can be fine without you
But not fine enough
I can be happy on my own
But not happy enough

Fine/happy enough not to...