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Date Posted: 00:35:57 01/16/02 Wed
Author: a pig named ross
Subject: the colour red (...for a F*@#head...)

*dedicated to someone i would love to hate*

ingest the colour red,
thick liquid love on your tongue,
and down your throat
until you choke.
ingest the colour red,
my friend, my death, and yours
of course, as you can see,
as you choke.
ingest the colour red,
suck this vein dry in contempt,
and in vain, 'till in tears and blood yourself,
on which you'll choke.

motionless, my eyes are empty
while you squirm before them
in self pity, choking on all you
couldn't swallow whole.
my carcass is still, but my soul is smiling,
he lingers in the mist
while you choke
and die.


by Ross Malcolm Boyd, 1/15/02









...and now for something completely different...

i am born, a healthy victim, a quiet disturbance, just crawling under skins. i am the worm who waits to be devoured, provoking the crown under dark and silent heavens. turn the face to me, i'd like to see who's killing me today, this day of my birth, this day that i fade. turn the blade inside, watch your reflection as you kill yourself, this rotting skin and colour in your eyes. the sun has died.
the sun has died.
the sun has died.
goodbye.

shower of hope, and remove the shroud. unveil my eyes, i think i'm ready to see, i think i'm ready to realize. it almost feels like i've gone too far, but i'm still here, and i must be alive. i must have a spirit inside. i like the way some things are turning out, and turning around, and turning round, to shifting shapes, advance to colour, and every shade between. this space, this place, this warm that's fronting me, this sky that steals my eyes with flickering lights, blue, white, and dancing on pink, inviting others, coming closer, i think i understand what can be understood, i see the line i cannot pass is vague, and growing ever distant. i'm not afraid to face what i cannot comprehend, i'm more than ready to see how deep i go.

(prana) expand, expound, but mind you not to try too hard, just try to breathe, there's no "too deep", you can always release. open up your wings and wrap around the universe and back, and redirect yourself inside, and don't forget to breathe. bend and turn, and through this gentile warm you'll find something to satisfy, this is not the end, but a new beginning opens up it's arms, crossing with the wind, embracing, and kissing you between. now don't forget to breathe. welcome to the rise of our new sun, a new light, a subconcious secret we all share beneath our understanding, under this distorted perception. take this and know, not fear, for everything is in it's place. it's time to rise, to open up your eyes, and flow past these walls we built around ourselves, let the spirit guide as two become one, the way we are, and have always been. now don't forget to breathe, and follow me...


...also by Ross Malcolm Boyd

"...or what if i wished i was a toilet bowl and suddenly i was a tree! would i be able to say, 'hey! i wanted to be a toilet bowl, not a tree?' No, i wouldn't be able to say that, because trees can't talk. they don't have mouths. i would have to have the foresight to say, 'i wish i was a toilet, but if by chance i turned into a tree instead, i wish to be a tree with a mouth that can wish to be changed back into a human being.' because i'd only ever want to be a toilet or a tree for a very brief period of time."
~NOT by Ross Malcolm Boyd

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