Bogleech.com's 2017 Horror Write-off:
Age doesn’t kill cars do
Submitted by Brian Shadensack
Listen all I want to do is have nightmares again
To wake up in a cold sweat
Especially if I am already awake
One moment is all it takes to die
To awaken to the fundamental reality
The kabbalistic reality that’s hidden
In every single book that no one’s ever bothered to read
Two can become one can become three
Can become any number you can think of
And maybe even the numbers everyone’s forgot
Or are two afraid to remember
Three twins half of them decide not to exist
You're left with three people
Maybe twins are half formed
Two bodies souls like gummies
Melting in the sun in the glory of the avatar
Four horsemen of the apocalypse
They used to be War Death Famine Conquest
People always say Pestilence
But that’s a later interpretation of it
As long as we're changing scripture
Lets add Pollution and Apathy
To give us five horseman of the apocalypse
Is my math wrong
Is your math wrong
Is math wrong
Six six six six sex sex sex
Some mantric ritual
To summon the devil
For the great proletariat death orgy
Or whatever you call it when they fuck us
Physically, spiritually, socially, morally there's no way anyone’s surviving
Seven sins seven virtues
I can imagine sloth being a virtue sometime
In the bible there just describing depression
Evagrius the Solitary comes up with the seven
No, eight evil thoughts one has to overcome in 375 AD.
And his pupil, which makes him not so solitary, John Cassian
Writes "The Institutes"
Before all that nasty Heresy business
Which Pope Gregory the First
Pope Gregory the Great refines into the Seven Deadly sins
And changes Catholic Dogma forever
The eighth sin is honestly liking cherry mashes
Foul pink orbs
Candy afterbirth rolled in crushed nuts
And something that we call chocolate
Which be glad that we really don’t know what chocolate is
Its mind melting
Let skip some number
Nine ten eleven twelve are just numbers
That we remember
And aren't afraid of
Until we found out what they did to the bodies
Of our great great great grandparents
I guess thirteen is supposed to be unlucky or evil
Which is why some buildings don’t have thirteenth floors
If you ever find yourself on a thirteenth floor that shouldn't exist
Run, or don’t, it's kind of a moot point
You're not dead or alive or breathing or rotting
On this non existent thirteenth floor
That we all are stuck on
Fourteen wants to think it's important
Wake up one days and you forget the word for the color blue
But you finally able to describe it to a blind man
And suddenly there’s doors everywhere
With things and stuff and stuff and things behind it
All this work is so very exhausting you tell yourself
Or you hope it's you telling yourself
It's oh so crowded in the head
Your head
My head
Our head
The one your parents bought for you
After the accident
I forgot what comes after fourteen
Which is the real horror
At Sixteen you can drive
Sacrifice your gristle to the Mayan crossroads
Cover the nerve axon of the world in your fat
After the crash that happens to everyone
Fat is important blood isn’t
I, you, me, us, we, them, xim, shem, him, her would exsanguinate themselves for a good burger
Vegetarianism, like the existence of hands is a lie
Seventeen is the most randomly appearing number in random number sets
The pentagon isn’t shaped as it appears
Because the white void isn’t shaped like the way it appears
Because Age doesn’t kill Cars do