(from Dr. Failure's "Life In A Mike Pence Dictatorship") I sit here in a room of white noise and darkness My eyes are heavy, I do not have long I speed my breathing, I hold on for consciousness And all I can think, the darkness is strong I cannot move, I’m trapped in a pitch white straightjacket Separation anxiety from life I hate to admit that I’m a low-life misfit And I want to slit my throat with a knife First off I don’t know why I’m here It’s probably because I’m queer “What is wrong with me? Why am I like this?” This is clear proof ignorance is but bliss. I hear a rattle, I hear a rumble, I hear a clatter Out of the corner of my eye, I see the window shatter Am I saved? Is my liberator here? No, just the old white man that hates queers. He walks through the broken glass And comes straight for me I tremble in fear, For I know he hates me. He stops away a pace, Pulls a knife to my face. I beg, please waste me. I hate being here already. He looks at me, and withdraws his blade He picks me up, hung from the neck “See you in hell” as he throws me down. I am defenseless, I can only sit up. He goes to the other room, one I hope to never step foot into. There’s wires, cords, and a caution sign out front. High Voltage. I know what this is leading to. I try to scramble, I try to scram. I’m hoping he doesn’t give a damn. But he comes back out, notices my attempt So he ties me to a pole, and cleans up the window, as not to tempt. I sit there in the dark room crying my eyes out I sob “Why am I here? Why can’t I leave?” He gives me a glare and adjusts his hair And leaves me to wallow in my own despair. A day later he returns to my quarters To me he seems a bit shorter But I haven’t eaten in a week, my brain’s in disorder. He wants me to die, he asks what I’d prefer. I reply “If I must die, make it quick.” He laughs in my face and says “I’m not falling for that trick, Don’t think I don’t know you gays.” So I sit there bewildered “What are you gonna do to me?” I sob He spits in my face, “This tool’s a total snob”, I mutter. He turns around to me, Asks I repeat what I say I said I dated a guy named Rob Then he dropped down to pray. He wanted to pray the gay away Yet despite his stance on the matter, I felt even more gay as he prayed. And that just made him 10 times madder. So he gets up and slaps me I scream “Do your worst, hettie!” With this, he screams like a banshee Oh, how I know he wants to kill me. I tease him, I taunt him. I struggle to flip the bird His anger’s boiling to the brim … And the next thing I saw was blurred. He struck me again, But I couldn’t feel this one Yet it left a large scar on my skin Though the pain was at none. I pass out, everything is pitch black All I can hear is the muffled sound of the whack I never woke up from the aftershock But the last I could feel is the electric shock. He picked my sleeping body up And set me in a chair He pinned me down, tied me up And fried me right then and there.

my noise is like evolution everything constantly changing no stagnation no white noise no serenity no... no forgiveness only chaos like the universe synonymous to life chaotic, spontaneous, unsuspecting

stagnation pain no more sin only eternal damnation

stagnation pain no more sin only eternal damnation

Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? Brother John, Brother John, Morning bells are ringing! Morning bells are ringing! Din, din, don. Ding, ding, dong. Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? Brother John, Brother John, Morning bells are ringing! Morning bells are ringing! Din, din, don. Ding, ding, dong. Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.

This old man, he played one, He played knick-knack on his thumb; With a knick-knack paddywhack, Give a dog a bone, This old man came rolling home. This old man, he played two, He played knick-knack on his shoe; With a knick-knack paddywhack, Give a dog a bone, This old man came rolling home. This old man, he played three, He played knick-knack on his knee; With a knick-knack paddywhack, Give a dog a bone, This old man came rolling home. This old man, he played four, He played knick-knack on his door; With a knick-knack paddywhack, Give a dog a bone, This old man came rolling home. This old man, he played none He-

Hello? Is anybody there? Come Out, Come Out, Wherever you are... I don't bite... I promise... Good child