I Won Runner-Up In A Costume Contest As Myself

I’m beyond good and evil
So be careful what you feel
You might identify with the Devil
Find your conscience insincere
Stomp your feet up on the stage
Dance faster than the flames
Bring in the new age
Crash with aesthetic waves
Analyze my words however you fit
The most important line is your life
Someone’s always married to their strife
Every wreck on the ocean floor
Spun out on the side of the road
Do you ever feel you could soar?
From the sky, here’s my show
Lines forged in the sun
Intense pressure is how I fly
Nuclear fusion is so much fun
Burning bright across the sky
What do you feel?
Let my pretty face be your avatar
Take a walk in my mind
Get lost.
Remix. Repeat. Remix. Repeat. Again.
Let’s go again let’s go again let’s go.
It’s all been done. Do it again. Once more.
All-American suicide. Revive.
Sell me your toes. One dollar each. Regrow.
I know you slip. I heard from Dante you
will burn, too. Can you feel the fire burning?
There is a spectre haunting this house and
I wonder who it could be. Maybe that
old ghost of Communism is back. Or is
God back? Maybe a broken family.
Let us begin again. Once more. Again.
I’ll tell you over and over. Again.
One more Pan-European patricide.
Perhaps the whole world will sing, too. Somebody
once told me to ask what I know for sure,
but I was not sure I knew what he asked.
Try all you want to make me understand.
All that you can do is remix the words
I’m not sure you know anyway what you mean.
Sound and fury signifies nothing. But we
make do with what we have and what we are
nothing. Negate the being and remix.
Repent. Reiterate and then repent.
Go collect all the gems and free the slaves.
The nothingness that is me is no thing
that is you is the other is just Hell
so to Hell with the other-people! Leave
me be alone. Forget the meaningless
despair, though. You shake your hips. Please don’t stop.
Hide tragedy. Say never again.
Just once more for our justice so they say,
now never again except now we get
a turn for our revenge. Retribution.
But there’s no crime without a victim so
I guess you’re fine. Recapitulate and
decapitate. Remix the words and you’ll
get something new. Reiterate the moves
and you can have some meaning. But feel the
respect for nothingness.
Now how about some personality?
Does your true self want some personality?
In the best of all possible worlds
where everything is in harmony
And my very concept entailing my world
and myself entailed in everyone else
I seek my preestablished fate
If I’d not stumbled the world’d be worse
and if I’d not fallen much the same
But is the best possible world the best for me
or is my joy contrary to the good’s destiny
While the world could not be any better
my lack of faith demands an impossible world
For some impossible world could be better yet
what kind of god can’t surmount that
What kind of god cannot turn the non-contingent
into the contingent–why does non-contingency
entail necessary falsity
And then why is a better world unchained by agony
necessarily non-being?
This I find so opportune.
So opportune.
Hey man, fuck you, too.
I have six in line to screw.
That’s more than you do.
Now how do I look? Disappointing.
How do I sound? Disappointing.
How about I disappoint you more?
A crash and a dash and a lask and a slash
Burning through all the loves (lives) I’d love to smash
Raise your glasses to all of the ashes
I am better than all of my exes
Put you in front of a fancy dress and you glow
And I don’t need your romance because I only want your adoration
But you taught me how to hate with all of your love
I almost forgot you in this scene; I guess that proves I grow
You know I’m always there whenever you feel low
And I don’t need your faithlessness becaue I found the way within myself
So you can trash my name all you want but it’s stronger than you
Weather’s getting colder and I can’t see you (thought I saw you) in the snow
You come and you go and you cum and you go
And I don’t need your fucking god because I am a fuck-God
But honey, let me tell you, your head’s been fucked enough
And I’ve already got something to show
Your wrists are awfully good at hiding the scars below
And I don’t need your dark ambitions because I already swallowed Hades
And dear, we can only dance in the moonlight until sunrise
Yet I’m pretty sure that’s a line you already know
Is that enough personality?
Is that enough disappointment?
Engine of Destruction, Goddess of Corruption
Power with no handle, burning the brightest candle
Fading to a wraith, in need of a grain of faith
A thousand steps down, a blood-soaked crown
Just disappear, please reappear
One thing led to another, find cover
Prayers for transduction, proclivity for induction
A wreck scene photo-op, encountered a suspected cop
Contortion is a hobby, contusions in the lobby
No desire out, two ways about
Half-empty boxes, devillish foxes
Contrived synthesis, actually (co)incidence
Complete deconstruction, mystical production
Self-laceration, ethanol intoxication, anaerobic metabolization
Hypertense salination, just anything will do for this fixation
Another bout of inhibition, aid via inebriation
A deeper form of auto-asphyxiation
followed by disappointing auto-defenstration
Abstraction escaping concretization
No reverence for life’s station
Liberty enacted radically usurping destination
Broken intonation for a melancholy audiation
Visualization of nothing beyond imagination
Barred depression, anxiety, no coming to realization
Depths of disenchantment leave no space for persuasion
Cyclically revolving diurnal and nocturnal peregrination
Evisceration of fantastical illusory forthcoming salvation
Coming to idealize only inevitable nihilation
Analyze my words however you fit
The most important line is your life

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