Beet

Beets

Doom rock! Oh yeah!

What a lovely day to go out and play. What a lovely day... well, it was. You suck at tennis. Your serves are shit. Only a moron thinks you're supposed to hit the ball like that. This sucks! Always crowding me; it's clear to see we're not a team. They're 40-love. We're down two games. We're down two sets. What the fuck? Why'd you pick me? Why'd I pick you?

Take select ingredients; hack them into pieces. Pulverize the salts. Prepare all for the flames! Fell the heat arising. Hear the cauldrons bubbling. You'll use the boiling oil to sear the flesh. Peeling skins, mincing chives, ripping leaves, all will die, drowned in my vinaigrette so fine. take carnal remains; put it flat like roadkill. Dip in egg and breadcrumb; put it to the oil! Overflowing cauldron splatters sauce like bloodstains. Don't burn the flesh; turn it when it's ready. Now's a good time to retrieve infested mammary secretions. Grate it how you like. God, I fucking love cheese. Get your goddamned plate. Put some pasta on it. add a bit of sauce. Top it with the chicken. Put some cheese on top; watch it as it melts. Add some extra sauce now if you like. Toss the salad, grab utensils, gather all around the table. Hope you gave the wine some time to breathe. Hope you fucking like it. Such delicious dinner. I slaved at it for hours. Did it just for you. You better fucking like it. I slaved at this for hours. And I have lots of knives.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Simon Le Bon. Yeast infection. How I tried to say no. I said no!

What will you do when it all comes crashing down? Where will you go when safety can't be found? What will you do when you can't trust noone around? Where will you go when they nuke your fucking town? The danger is in sight. It isn't fucking right. and it's time to fight. People of the United States: You largely had it fucking great. You'll never realize what you've thrown away for gains they weren't going to give you anyway. My jaw is on the floor; a Cheeto dictator that couldn't suck more. Society has lost all sanity. I'm afraid it might shape up to be a fight to the death. If the left hates guns, only the right has guns... and they ALL have guns... Such bullshit! Verge of civil war. Denial of freedom and reality. Molding young minds with fascist demagoguery.

Holy kiddie diddlers pass judgment on your morals. Pass the plate around to pay for your salvation. Confess all your sins to men with darker secrets. If there is a God, He cannot be fine with this. Smack my bishop! Leave the altarboys alone! Smack my bishop! Get the cops on the phone. I'm gonna call the cops! Most of the world's people are doomed in their eyes. Their own women and children are second-class congregants. Watch as they bless the holy white zinfandel so you can wash down the wafer and pass the plate again. Smack my bishop for keeping people in the dark. Smack my bishop! Hark! Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Vatican II has failed to erase the stains of empire and abuse of the holy state. Crusades, mass murder, Inquisition tortures... they should not be a role model for anybody! Smack my bishop for this evil fucking farce. Smack my bishop and kick him in the arse. Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

Sea of morons is what you are; envy and hatred are your very core. Believe in bullshit that you don't even get; fuck shit up and don't bother with a plan. You're a dumbass motherfucker. I won't let you have your way. Dark seas are rising; at some point comes the mass drowning. Only idiots can't grasp what shit is obviously happening. Far beyond mere denial, you've entered mass delusion. You've made a messiah of a con man; such bullshit. I won't suffer any fools that support fascists, racists and assholes. Hordes in misery; mostly their fault for decades of hatred and voting for scum. You don't get why none of the shit you do ever works. There's much you don't know and so much you don't understand. Now I don't blame you for your dissatisfaction, but I will blame you for your choices. I will punch you in your face. I will punch your nose clean off. I spit in the face of you and your false beliefs. Once they're gone, I will piss on the gravesite of all you stand for.

Doom rock! Oh yeah! A sudden wind's arising; something's in the sky. The wrath of the universe has got us in its eye. People are screaming. Upward they're pointing. Downward it's streaking. Havoc it's wreaking. Mega-gigaton power. First of the shower. Doom rock will devour; it's our last hour now. At the moment of impact, earthquakes around the globe. Tsunamis spreading, volcanoes start to explode. Super-thermal hear wave; all catches fire. Gargantuan shock waves; kiss all bye-bye. In your final moments, try to find some peace as our chunk of continent drifts off into space. All is ending; all is ending. Our lives are ending; the world is ending.

Acid bath, too much meth, slash to the wrists, beaten to death. Victim of crime, bludgeoned dead. Take a hostage, get shot in the head. Touch a fence that's electrified, pulled out to sea by the riptide. Commit successful suicide, victim of genocide. Hemorrhage, loss of air. Die in a fire, electric chair. Lion's den, pit of snakes. Cataclysmic earthquake. Anaphylaxis when you're far from help. Epileptic crisis, fall in a well. So many ways to die. And here's some more. Stabbed with a knife, hacked with an axe. Slow poison that covers their tracks. Meningococcal infection. Fentanyl by injection. Icepick rammed through your eye. Hit by a car and left to die. Sward slash across your midriff. Thrown off a fucking cliff. So many ways to die. Slowly skinned alive, bashed with a brick. Over-anesthetized, hung by your neck. Lost in a forest on a frigid winter's night. Drawn and quartered, dying of fright.

Never mind, no need to bother, all the days run into each other. Things aren't great when they're fine, but it's usually worse. Keeping distance, my disease. Missing opportunities. Everything is done to reduce the unease. Crossing hills in my mind. Crossing fields in my mind. Always a sunny dale to find, hiding somewhere in my mind. We are dust; we are lust; we shall rust; we are lost. Well if we're fucked we're not fucked yet; might as well start on this 12-pack that I brought. Yes I'm Ok to drive, stop fucking getting on my nerves. You know I don't need this shit. I probably just should have stayed home alone like that kid in that movie. But without all that bad shit happening cuz assholes. And wait a minute, I was just about to do something, what the fuck was it? I barely have any executive function left and now when I make a decision I can't remember it? What to do now? Chores left undone. Walking in circles. Oh shit now to to it off, we seem to have finished off the 12-pack. That I bought. Sorry about all that, I don't know what my fucking problem is. Sorry I screwed up again, I'll just get out of your hair now for safety's sake. What's my problem? What to do now? Walking in circles. Doesn't help that everyone's so dumb it makes me feel like the stupid one. Hard to give credit where it's due when you've lost faith in humanity. If things are all right in the moment, hold onto the moment.