​Fuck the rhythm of body and soul
Scream loud impatient murderous 
Whines
Lovers dine on imperfect spasms
Spitting out angry orgasms
Hot wet climaxes killed on dirty sheets
Still life forever buried in hot semen.





Pornographic screams, vacant scenes
Blinding orgasms behind every door
Slip silently, crawling on your belly
Coil around each 
Disgusting corner 
Cling to cold wet tile reflecting
Photos of dirty brain-fucks in alleys 
Smut magazines stuck together
Thrown in the mindless filthy gutter.
Mindless caress do your best
Creamy white hot slime
Runs deep
Down your inner thigh
Crystal blow jobs empty
Mind fuck
Orgasms limited to
Self-erotic pleasure
Wet dreams moaning
Aching heart loathing
Miseries of the flesh
Cold hands sterile masturbation
Empty cries explode
In the night
Lonely fantasies explore
Your brain
Mindlessly speeding
Down the drain
Mind wandering
Eye splitting
Vacantly mood altering
Underneath a neon light’s useless fondling.

​Carnivals of lust
Float down
Main street
Lovers feasting on frenzied flesh
Spin wildly round 
And round
Carousels of debauchery
Ancient animals
Carved and twisted
In worm-rotted wood
Spin madly
Mirrors Light
Reflecting 
Inner madness
With colors and sight
Fortune tellers
Wearing encrusted faded
Plastic jewels
In their crowns
Like a dirty sunset
Smeared painted 
Clowns dance naked
Carrying smudged
Tired balloons
Ferris wheeling across the smut
Filled sky
Dirt covered tents faded 
In dust
Reeking of sticky cotton candy
Faked pink creating a delusion
Of lust and fantasy
Smells of dust sweat
Aged popcorn
Dull dried
Vendors plying
Wares – 
Caveat emptor!
Sun-reflected chariots
Brightly painted in
Unknown dialects
Rolling slowly onward
Playing ancient
Calliope melodies
Hallowed tunes beckon
Pipes whisper
“Draw near, See clear”
Taste exotic sweets 
Smell the sawdust
Feel streams of heat
Reflecting an oasis
Turning like a creaky
Brilliant Ferris wheel.
Mindless delusions
Slowing churning sour
Lonely parallels winding 
Amaze of patterns 
In my brain
Empty sockets stare
Etched in permanent nightmare 
Restless, timeless wandering slaves
Beaten to the ground
In stoned glass caves.
Seal your heart with iron doors
Rusted tight with all your tears
(c) 2021 DdM

Birthed in a jar tightly sealed
From my mind
Bright tears soul-shine
Stain and erase in 
Cold harsh daylight
Faceless embryos dying in the trash
Float down the gutter
Empty pieces of your past
Bleeding pages of ancient history
Monkey claws tear at your brain
Spitting them all down the drain
Sightless embryos drowning 
In Heaven’s light
Streets blackened creating deception
Crawling wingless dreams
Born of future perceptions.

Fires burn sun darkened skies
Red glowing ashes flowing
Burning smells of flesh rotting
Carcass, meat, savage heat
Smoke-filled rage
An inner hostile sage.
​
~Delightfully Dark Art (c) 2021

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​I’m sick of this fake, you-have-the-right-wait-nevermind shit.  This every-way-but-yours-is-right shit.  This you-can-do-it-but-not-near-us shit.  Fuck you.  Brilliance gets crushed every fucking day because it makes people UNCOMFORTABLE.  Well fuck your uncomfortable, and fuck your comfort zone, and fuck that sidelong look you give people when they say something you don’t fucking agree with. 

“Be yourself.” 

“You do you.”

So on.  So fucking forth. 

As long as it fits the parameters, right?  RIGHT?! 

See, people get really upset when your form of expression involves questioning the established order and leaving psychological fires in your wake.  A spark on the dry timber of this awful beige mentality I see everywhere.  Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss…..do what you want, what you will – do what makes you happy as long as it doesn’t make us THINK and it doesn’t make anybody UNCOMFORATABLE!  Because if one single motherfucker shifts awkwardly in their chair, or frowns, or lowers their eyes, we’re gonna burn you to the motherfucking ground! 
 
Does that sound about right?
 
Remember, kids.  You can rant for ever and ever if you lack content.  That’s why they never shut up and people cheer time and time again.  Simplicity.  Complacency.   The never-ending familiar march of bullshit shifting from one approved opinion to the next in an attempt to make things look like they were ever a choice to begin with
 
YOU CAN RANT FOREVER IF YOU DON’T SAY MUCH.
 
We here at Psycho Bunny Death Cult encourage expression that is uncomfortable, and expression that is true.  We want to see the bloody guts of what you’re feeling and the ugly truth of what you are, and if it makes us uncomfortable, we smile our big creepy monstrous smiles and polish our razor grins and watch from our freaky little corners and we are HAPPY.  It’s not a matter of being unaffected; we WANT to be affected.  We respect the process and the product whether that end result is for us or not.  We want YOU to get all that toxic nastiness out of you and onto a canvas or a notepad, onto your tablet, into a book; into tattoos or street performances or acting or any other beautiful way you can come up with to give your pain a voice.  Paint with your cat.  Rant about demonic forces in everyday life.  Throw raw meat and eggs at walls and look for Latin phrases in the trails of plasma that leak down.  Roll around in some paint.  Start or end a war.  Write a manifesto or a poem or both.  

DO WHAT MAKES YOU FUCKING HAPPY!

Make someone with an ugly beige soul uncomfortable today.  

​We love you.