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All Things Pointless

All things pointless
All things stale
All things rotten, moldy and pale

All things poignant
All things fresh
All things great and magnificent

All things pointless
All things wail
All things whine and bruise and grow cold

All things wither
All things brittle
All things fade and wash away

Friends

They all deride
They all erode
They all debase me

Paranoia is a reflection of reality
Depression a byproduct of banality
Obsession a sparkle of insanity
Schizoid-ness a staple of triviality

They all plot and slander
They all cackle and scheme
They all smell of the grave
As they suckle their dream

I am bleeding profusely
Myriad gashes and wounds
A mosaic of flagellation
To whet the stone

Looping process of tedium
As the prophets of gloom ensue
They let me build up slowly
To swiftly bring me down anew

Do I, too, fall to the sway of this rhythm
That makes us all bastards and finks?


Song of the post

Title: Mosquito Song

Album: Songs for the Deaf

Artist: Queens of the Stone Age



I know, I know the sun is hot
Mosquitos come suck your blood
Leave you there
All alone just skin and bone
When you walk among the trees
Listening to the leaves
The further I go the less I know
The less I know

Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Lullabies
To paralyze

Fat and soft, pink and weak
Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek
You know I'm told they swallow you whole
Skin and bone
Cutting boards and hanging hooks
Bloody knives, cooking books
Promising you won't feel a thing
At all

Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food that hasn't died
And the light says

Somehow they pick and pluck
Tenderize bone to dust
The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste
Taste, taste
So you scream, whine, and yell
Supple sounds of dinner bells
We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy

Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food that hasn't died