jigsaw

bitter and caustic
vile sarcastic
pieces and pieces
that do not fit
splayed like a corpse
on a table of cold steel
dead inside
still able to feel
the pieces rearranged
still do not fit
carve out some more
polish a bit
jiggle it together
hammer it in
break it and shake it
and hammer again
mutation on a cellular level
the dead is not the living
the living are the dead
all of them crowd around
a table in my head
shall we play cards now, one says
but every card is a joker
so they all laugh

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If you met every you, every version of you, would it be a fun meeting?

endthebadlands - seven

as i write this letter, dear mother
I do this with a heavy heart
for the impossible has happened
i seem have lost my brother
he is gone, like he was never here
i woke up one morning
feeling scared
like a part of me was ripped from me
felt like a song without a melody
and all i could think of was
writing a letter to mummy
i don't know where he is, mother
he is gone, perhaps to find his own path
but i know i will see him once again
i know because i have done the math
the stars are not aligned for us right now
we are bound to be lost for a little more time
but i will find that idiot and bring him home
and then, mother it will all be fine
we'll be fine mother
now only if i could
find my way out of these badlands
i will end this missive now
for i see a girl on a dune up ahead
with a jug of water at her hip
and I am so thirsty
oh so thirsty

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the end

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8adlandsthein- IIIIII

a legit bitch she was
but then again
can you really trust a girl
you met in the desert?
It's alright brother,
you did good
by chopping her up
like you should
now we have to find her mouth
in all these pieces
because the fucking thing
won't stop whispering
and it's driving me insane
it is, oh
we need to bury her pieces
as far away from each other
as we can
we'll drop them in holes
along the way
to wherever we go next
you can drop that axe now, brother
it is done
but one thing is sure
while it lasted
it was fun
these badlands are getting to me brother
i feel feverish, lost, without hope
and when i look in this mirror
i see your face superimposed on mine
are we one or are we two
am i me or am i you
i have no ability to puzzle this out
so let us go
you and i
to spit into
this desert's eye

eendiebaadlandz - V

...and this little piggy went to the market
to buy a shotgun and some shells
to deal with the wolf when it came
and rang the piggy's doorbell

...and this little pigg...
Oh, brother, you are here again
I was just telling our friend the stories
of our ancient gods and how they defeated
the enemies that came to their doors
you remember the legends right?
i am so happy we met this young lady
even though I thought she was a mirage
did you try the grapes over there?
they will burst in your mouth with juices
Yes, yes, she is very much real
I have counter her fingers and her toes
Her feet are also pointed
in the right direction
there is no need to worry, brother
she is as legit as they come
Right, Peisinoe, darling
Won't you sing that song for my brother
that you just sang for me
it was so sweet and melodious
like a fine wine
I got drunk on your voice
and maybe I am still drunk
I probably am
but who want to come down
from a high so beautiful?
My brother, sure
Such a party pooper
What are you doing with that axe, man?
You need to stop and drop it right there
before you hurt our pretty friend
that blade looks pretty sharp to me
where did you find an axe in this desert?
Alright, now you need to stop
for real

oh
oh
Oh no
ow, motherfucker

iNTH3b4dland5 - 4

my digital gods have abandoned me
in this desolate land
where hope comes to die
to slit her wrists in the bathtub of a
no name B&B

Oh, brother, here you are
I apologize, I was talking to myself
I sometimes do this when I am hungry
How many days have we been lost here?
Do you see the lights there?
Is that a town we see?
Have we finally found our way out
Of this spiral of bullshit?

No
No
No
Another mirage
No

Is that a babe there?
In desert garb, eyes like jewels
Has to be another mirage
A sand siren lulling us to our demise
She's pretty though
Shall we go and talk to her?

IntheBadLands-3

Brother, hand me your knife
Walk behind me
Keep your hand on my shoulder
And follow

What strange place this is
these creatures unlike any i have ever seen
or even dreamed of
and I have dreamed of some weird shit, brother
they look like melting nightmares
where teeth sprout where they may
their skin shifts and moves
giving way to bones and hair
internal organs exposed to open air

you think that thing is edible?
maybe I can kill it for its meat
we've been lost in these dunes for days
and on my mother, i am hungry
no fruits here that we can eat
only this strange nightmare meat
perhaps it will not make us sick
now we only need to pick
which animal will sate our hunger

any idea where these dunes end
have we been walking in circles all these days
maybe we should point into a direction and start walking

In the Badlands - 2

These dunes, they stretch for miles eastward, the guide says
There are strange creatures prowling these sands
They will rip the skin from your bones
They will curdle the blood in your veins

That's pretty scary, isn't it, brother?
We really don't want to go to the dunes
Let's heed to the warnings of this pretty guide
Who happens to be quite intelligent too

Pray tell us, dear guide
Where we can find some monkeys to feed
For me and my brother, we are hungry
And looking for some adventure too.

What kind of monkeys, you ask?
Well, any kind would do, but we would
Prefer those that eat peanuts
Possibly those that don't hurl feces at us either

We have traveled far and wide
Hearing stories of the city of monkeys
Where they snatch peanuts from your hands
Where they dance on two tails for measly peanuts

We want to see that dance
Me and my brother
For we have traveled from far away
But I've told you that already

To the east you say?
Over those sands?
It will take many days?
We can find supplies there?

Did you hear that brother?
The city is there, eastward
Just past those dunes
Shouldn't take us long to travel them

So shall we go?

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Fuck, here we go again. 

in the badlands - 1

these bricks have my fingerprints on them, brother
and we are back here looking for something
that we did not find when we were here last time
but the search shall continue

do you remember when we saw
a monkey in a cage here
angry and raging
it would not stop screaming
that was some day
we tried to feed the monkey
but it would only throw the peanuts
back at us, all while screaming monkey insults
isn't it great that we are not fluent in monkey?

the dust is still a mad dervish here
scraping dreams from the eyes of believers
do you see them now? faithless and lost
waiting for the sands to swallow them
you want to throw some peanuts at them?

it's hilarious, isn't it, brother?
all these lost people
looking for things
that they should not be looking for?
hilarious every time
oh, and why were we here again?
did you just throw a fucking peanut at me?
motherfucker.

views

the aspect of caring
falls into the regions
of nonchalance
there is only a sad grin
floating into space
as words disappear
who gives a fuck
about the views of another
when the distractions are aplenty
who the hell wants to bother
with the poison of another mind
the stress and the tension
the daily drudgery of life
do not even mention
let's just shut the fuck up
stare into the ceiling
for hours that never end
and wait for the end

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Ah, fuck.

scratch the surface

wait for 2 AM
for what is sleep?
but an inconvenient gap
in this cycle of familiarity
even if a full day ahead
waits already with glint in its eye
with a knife hidden in a sweaty fist
it could go either ways
it knows as well as I do
but what fun is a day
without a few scratches
or some wounds to show for it
every day the scabs open
like doors to the temple
of some ancient deity
reverently we rip them off
consumed by a fervent piety
no matter how much we scratch
how much we bleed
it's only the surface
the wounds go too deep
perhaps now
it's time to sleep