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

the sentinels

dark monoliths
stand guard
sentries to the unknown
they stood their ground once
against the hordes that came
for their gods and their beliefs
that have now vanished into ash
the skies once blue
are jet black and morose
no starlight to guide any path
that anyone would dare walk
and in the silence when the wind whispers
the old words that were once spoken
to make the sentinels move
that today fall on deaf ears

addiction

hello, old friend
we're here again, aren't we?
just you, and me
the same old, you see

we've done this so many times
it feels like second skin
we're addicts of the worst kind
and we'll never win

so open the bottle
find that vein
spark up the flame
whisper her name

she
our goddess of misery
has come forth again
with her blessings

her fingers in our holes
she tongues out our souls
till we're flying high as pigs
in our psychedelic dreams

so you must ignore our screams
for they're screams of joy
my brain is leaking from my ears
oh boy!

my friend, the walls are closing in
we're trapped in a tiny rubik's cube
if i can solve it, we'll be free
but first reach around and gimme that lube

we're mixing with each other's colors
oh joy, it looks like so much fun
my friend in the mirror, my brother, my mother
we were but two, now we're all one

--
Roll with me. Please, roll with me.

the art of doing nothing

there is a certain perverse joy
in sitting and staring at a wall
with no concern, no thought
no fear of the future at all

even if the future is crawling
after you at its slow pace
you can just sit and stare at your wall
just resign from the rat race

the art of doing nothing
it takes years to master
but once you've got the hang of it
you can do nothing faster

stare at walls long enough
the walls start staring back at you
when you want to do nothing
there is nothing you can do