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 ...presents...          Big Ol' Heaping Pile of Shit
                                                        by Suicidal Maniac

                     >>> a cDc publication.......1993 <<<
                       -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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                                   Disturbed
                                   ---------

    It really makes me think...  It really makes me think...  It really makes
me think...  It really makes me...  It really makes me...  It really makes me
want to kill.  Why is it that everyone in this society must be tagged?  What I
really hate is that everybody plays along with all of it.  It's so stupid,
you're so stupid.  I can't understand anything in this world.  We work against
ourselves.  In a world filled with hypocrites, what can one person do?  It's me
who's trying to figure things out, and it's you who is holding me back.  If I
can't live in YOUR world, why must I have been brought into it?  It should be
everybody's world, not YOUR world.  Peace is a concept that cannot be defined.
AND IT'S BECAUSE OF ASSHOLES LIKE YOU, who pull together with other assholes
like yourself to hold us down.  You call me insane, but I have another view.
But to your eyes my view is of no relevance.  You say I'm crazy, perhaps I'm
one of the few blessed with sanity while the rest of the world is filled with
an enormous amount of hypocritical lying scheming racist conformist two-faced
lunatics.  Why is it that anyone with a little insight and sense must be dubbed
disturbed?

    Can you justify your actions?  I can justify my hate for you, and I just
did it, but I suppose it's just another statement from a disturbed youth.
Talking to the world is like trying to communicate with a tree and one of these
days, I'm going to buy a chainsaw and make some fuckin' firewood.  Go to hell.


                                     Acid
                                     ----

                           The colors seem brighter
                             My head feels lighter

                        I paint vivid images in my mind
                    I could see them, even if I were blind

                                The images burn
                           As my mind begins to turn
                             The page of the book
                         From that hit of acid I took.

                           My mind is like a story,
                          Filled with love and glory.
                              It's all a fantasy,
                        but it's putting me in ecstasy.
                           The feelings are so kind,
                          those contained in my mind.

                      Hours pass, and my happiness fades
                   As if someone had pulled down the shades.

                             Reality bounces back,
                               I begin to pack.

                             I'm going on a trip,
                             This one much longer,
                     For the hit of acid is much stronger.
                           I hope this one will last
                             It brightens my past.

                          Reality is so much better,
                       When you can alter what you see,
                       And I like things a little wacky.
                           Rain on a sunny day,
                               No bills to pay.

                           Acid, it burns your mind
                     from which many things you will find.
                            You discover yourself,
                        And if you look hard enough...

                           You just may see an elf.


                                  This World
                                  ---- -----

                              Oh beautiful planet
                            This world of darkness
                            Our world of corruption

                   This world where sullen and sane are same

                           This world where children
                            are starving, while the
                             rich eat with silver.

                            This world where people
                            Are dying, without help.

                        This world where the government
                        Screws it's people and smiles.

                           I cannot help but wonder
                        What's at the end of the road.
                             Be it life or death,
                               I will not smile.
                              Not in this world.

                                In this world,
                              I am not conscious,
                               I am anti-social.


   Dying Eyes
   ----- ----

   I look out onto the cold world.
   I feel time slipping away.
   I see everything in a blur.
   I look at the world through dying eyes.

   All of the arrogant rays tire my vision
   All of the denied dreams warp my senses
   All of the hurt & agony ties my mind
   All of the dark burns my dying eyes


   Grey
   ----

   Hate
   Torment
   Breachment
   Lies
   Corruption
   Life
   Death
   Sickness
   Epidemic
   Plague
   Life
   Alcohol
   Drugs
   Overdose
   Death
   Life
   Mental Illness
   Schizophrenia
   Manic Depressive
   Death
   Life
   Pain
   Funeral
   Wake
   Death
   Life
   Cemetery
   RIP
   Death
   Life
   War
   Death
   Life

   The curtains close.  All the colors turn to grey.


   Love
   ----

   I'm falling for you
   I love you
   Will you marry me?
   I love you
   Let's have children
   Don't leave the toilet seat up
   Get rid of your tampons
   I want a divorce.


   Pulling
   -------

   Single file
   Stand in line
   Take a number
   Wait for it
   Alphabetical Order
   Boy - Girl - Boy - Girl
   Shortest to Tallest
   Income brackets

   Pulling your individuality.


   Mockery
   -------

   He doesn't know what he wants
   Look he's alone
   He's awkward
   He's weird
   He's ugly
   He's short
   He's impotent
   He's black
   He's oriental
   He's got zits

   He's a mockery.


   Big Words
   --- -----

   Abatement
   Abjuration
   Abhorrence
   Beatitude
   Crepehanger
   Gregarious
   Focalize
   Statute
   Indigenous
   Witticism
   Mordacious
   Kinetic
   Susceptible
   Redundant
   Redundant
   Metamorphose
   Juvenescence
   Juxtapose
   Happenstance
   FUCK!


   At Night
   -- -----

   At night, I vaporize,
   I slip through the crack in your window.
   I lay with you under the covers.
   I feel your every move.
   I feel your warm breath as you exhale from a sigh.
   I feel the heat coming from your snatch.
   I fondle your breasts, but you do not feel it.
   I molest your body, violate it.
   Then, I'm gone.

   At night, I prowl your house while you sleep.
   I enter your private life.
   I let the skeletons out of the closet.
   I roam through your panty drawer.
   I sense your dishonesty.
   I sense your falseness.
   I see through your act.
   Then, I'm gone.

   At night, I haunt your dreams.
   I remind you of your wrongs.
   I bring pain and agony to your thoughts.
   I torment your every move.
   I haunt you with guilt.
   I post illusions to confuse you.
   Then, I'm gone.
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 .ooM   |1993 cDc communications by Suicidal Maniac           04/01/93-#227|
\_______/|All Rights Drooled Away.                 SIX GLORIOUS YEARS of cDc|