Valentines Day Scribbles ‘16

Your presence in this den indicates you must agree
That this day isn’t for the betrothed and connected
It’s for the wondering hearts floating in the ocean
A chance for us to get back on the beaches
To stretch our arms, and bend our knees
As I ask “What does this world owe me?”

I know this conversion was born of depravity
But don’t be content feasting on the scraps
Spit them out into your hands and cleanse the shame
With clean palms and conscience embrace your desires
Now I’m not so arrogant to claim I house all your wants
For all I know better men may be hiding in this soirée
But judging by the way we’re both smiling right now
During classic get away convos in the guest bedroom
I feel I can make a case for me being a good use of your time

Even when we separate to the other attractions
As you sample the home-made cocktails
While I lay down with the stoners and the deceased
We always make a little effort to keep an eye on us
We wouldn’t dare take a step outside this circus
Without the other firmly grasping our wrist

If only I could tell myself the things you tell me
I’d be soaring like a supernova in the Antarctic
My quips must sound like peewee league pep talk
But I hope I got the point across at least
That every inch of you that comes into my vision
Is like drops of Kushinada’s sake in my eyes
The details of your skin like The Starry Night
The divinity of your thighs, brings tears to my eyes
Break my legs and leave me to die
So I can bask in glory till the day I expire

Lnc0

Attached [2015 Edit]

Teetering on your chair, toting a mugshot
That only your hitman could reveal in
On the night where the skies opened and the piss flowed
The shine clawing it’s way through the clouds, the night
To place a spotlight on your fretting character
Guiding me through the stairs and corridors

I could see your silhouette drenched in the nerves
Like a magnum melting on the seashore
Each bullet comes down with a thunderous crash
As your trying and kickstart that beat up Herse
A drink knocked out of your hands, a stride to the yard
A stain on the dashboard, a repugnant disgrace

I could sense that frustration from a mile away
There’s no climbing out of a wreckage like that
Misty eyed, stranded and shit out of luck
Hey, if you need a ride why not drive around in mine?
You were promised a cruise tonight and I’ll happily provide
I’ll take you round those curves she never could

How am I?
Nevermind
It’s never been on my mind
Pay no mind about mine

So I towed you back onto the freeway
50 miles down the boarder, there’s no going back now
I’ve dreamed of this feeling travelling up my skin
Ever since I walked through that door tonight

If only you could’ve felt my lips burn
Whenever yours came into my mind
It reduces years of cognitive thinking
Into a slave of mindless impulses

But even with this beating livewire
I know theres not much a girl like me do
But I know there’s one thing I can do
Something only a woman could do

So sit back
Enjoy the ride
Turn off your mind, I’ll be kind
I’m fine, as long as your mine

– Lnc0

A rewrite of this oldie

GHOULCHESTER!

There’s no two ways around it tonight was their night
On the 31st all the creeps and ghouls
Hop on to the sixty-fear on head street
The one the mortals though was lost in the great crash of ‘87
It flashes the ticket to the headless driver and shuffles to the back
Colchesters cream of the crop are showing up for the festivities tonight
The whitest ghosts around the abandoned estate
The zombies who’s mothers could still recognize them
And it’s not feeling so assured after a glimpse of the company
Frankenstien assured it before it left, that he made a looker
Made from only the finest people that have died within the last year
The cheekbones and abs of the slickest men
The silky hair and the thighs of the most luscious of ladies
It just crossed what could be interpreted to be fingers
And hoped it’d slip into the background

All the skeletons are chatting their teeth to the jams
A mixtape of Nick Cave, The Cramps, Bauhaus
The mummies are showing off their new designer wraps
The wolf men are showing off the kind of guns
A huntsman could only hope to fight him with
While the harpies stroke his fine coat
Dropping feathers he snarls nothings in her ears
Meanwhile the Jiangshi’s saving face out the back
Complaining how the ableist scum inside friendzoned him
While the socially awkward swamp monsters
Pet the house chimera in the corner

She spots it’s hunched physique from across the room
The proceeds to say goodbye to her fellow Alraune on the wall
Introduces herself to the monster as Ssalucard
Classicly it fucks up the introduction
No matter how much it corrects itself
She’ll always know him as Frank-I-dillies monster

Their’s no way in hiding the fact that’s she’s keen
Although if it’s theories are reality remains to be seen
She smuggles into her vial of blood a shot of JD
Thus heightening the guarantee
She flashes her fangs after she takes a sip
The proceeds to play the janitor with her tongue

She grabs it’s arm and damn near pulls the stitches off
As Jack The Ripper by Screaming Lord Sutch starts to play
They brushed past the nymphs and the sprites
That where playing pranks on the dance floor
The will-o-wisp illuminate the dancefloor
Inbetween the Dybbuks and the Golems
They shimmied the floor into submission
While never taking their gaze of each other

They wondered outside of the club together
By this point the Wolfmen and Anubis
Are barking at eachother in the taxi queue
While the Mandrake girlfriends cry to split them up
Knowing when a party’s over
They head to the pumpkin patch

The vamptress lead it through the vegetation
Dodging the awkward Jack-O-Lanterns
Getting it on like they were blending with the environment
…They weren’t
They sat down underneath the Zaccoum
She takes it’s hand, runs her finger down the stitches
Looks into it’s eyes
“Hey, stay with me Frankie”

– Lnc0

Teen Angst Beach Ass Life

So hey, when I’m not working on writing the words and the things I’m usually messing around making mix-tapes, like tons and tons of mix-tapes like… I need a profitable hobby amount of mix-tapes.

I kind of get a bunch of tracks together with a flowing narrative and add A TON of Foley and Sound Effects to help drive the story along, to try and make it a bit more of an experience if you want it to be. I dunno since I’m 100% inspired by music when I write I thought maybe some of you could benefit from it too? Give it a good ol’ play 🙂

This mix-tape is one of the first ones I made (God knows how many ladies have a copy of the first draft of this thing) and it’s about finding romance at the beach, cos I was made to live and die fantasizing about the beach, anyways enjoy!

Teen Angst Beach Ass Life

Signal Bells

It was right in the middle of Jan’s christmas due
I’d notice little preludes to your character before
The laughs echoing from the tavern walls on a Saturday night
The reflection of them blue gemstones in my beer mug

I’d never have the courage to talk to you at all
Not until I’ve necked another Snowball
A little lie about musical preferences never hurt anyone at all
Just to smooth things over I mention that I adore your guffaw

I try to keep it on the low
As we run to the mistletoe
Yeah a little cliché I know
But how else am I meant to get you home?

The Beast Inside

If it starts with a weakend roar
As the alpha wearing the shorts round the ankles look
Bellowing in a cesspool of bile
I dread to imagine where it ends
All of the repressed mistresses
Throw all blame to fermented fruits
All in an exuse too release…

The beast inside

The balence becomes obvious at this point
Feed the Jugheads another cup of piss
Shifting knees and bitten lips
Suggest you might need to feed her too
But not before our main event
Get their puppet strings in a knott
Sit back and enjoy the show
How could they ever quell…

The beast inside?

Just one more, I sware one more
Not untill it feels like i’m in a cyclone
As I take one last sip from my straw
I notice you notice me notice that
I can’t stand this heat no more
Close the windows, follow my lead
I known it’s early on but…

The beast it calls

Attached

With a face only a enemy could enjoy
On a night with weather no one could enjoy
The moonshine lit my path over to your direction
As if I was destined to encounter you here

I could see your silhouette drench in sweat
Like a magnum melting on the seashore
Trying to kick-start that old broken Hearse
That you just can’t get to start

I could sense the projected frustration
That I would gladly hide behind in your eyes
Hey, would you like to drive around in mine?
I’ll take you around the curves she never could

How am I?
Nevermind
It’s never been on my mind
Don’t you worry that head
About me

So I towed you back on the freeway
So far that there’s nowhere to go back to now
I’ve dreamed of this feeling on my skin
Ever since I walked through that door

If only you could’ve felt my lips burn
Whenever yours came into my focus
It reduces years of cognitive thinking
Into a slave of mindless impulses

But even with this beating desire
I knew there’s not much a girl like me do
But I know there’s one thing I can do
It’s something only a woman could do

So sit back
Enjoy the ride
Turn off your mind
You don’t need to worry about me
As long as your mine