VA - Ministry Of Shit [2003]

01 Mark N - I Love Faeces
02 DSP Wanker - Lost In Glottal Stops
03 Knifehandchop & Kevin Blechdom - Superstars
04 skkatter - Please Take My Head Out Of This Bucket Of Ice
05 Wobbly - Let Me Know
06 Ascdi - Splatisfaction
07 AC/3P - Oi!
08 Girl Talk - Lets Run This
09 Toecutter - Shit On Me
10 Dsico - I Rcked Britney (Moonwalk Style)
11 7u? - Premature Dementia
12 Manny Phalanxx - Hear Me Roar (Where's The Fukkin' Cheese)
13 Animal - Liberty Re^x (seXy SpOt Mix)
14 Curse of the SmallCock - Untitled
15 Trotters - Ice Ice Bacon

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spoken words run on sentences.

Clouds @ War
SEIZE
This draconian creation of these cruel intentions. Could fool any tool willing to screw in the spilling clue of the collapsing image. Been dealing with the surreal corners of revealing this stray prey. Yesterday feels so lonely. The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today. Avoiding the temptation of adulation of Novembers dismemberment... Remember this, just one more number, just one more other from the former. No sense remains to cleanse the remains of procrastination. Can’t share the location where care was lost,can’t spare no sense of there. Can’t say there is no temptation. Can’t allow the sensation to devour the [de]hydration that quenches my sour stench of hopeless. Hope. What is this hope[full] thinking doing, being shot down. Now it’s a hopeless pull that’s dragging this nagging feeling of this ordeal. Summer love isn’t anything like those songs. Life is about the little things. The labyrinth does belong. Won’t be much longer before the storm rolls in. Go inform your self of the hollow tree trumps inside your shallow heartfelt dump of words that can’t be followed... Stumped. Stuck behind the debris from the past tense of yesteryear. Can’t seem to pass the last mark that was made. Can’t surpass the expectation of the other form of decayed. The grenade exploded in the heart of depth. Corroding the road that ended a mile ago. While I swallow the vile passion that was left behind, confined in the fixation that was [mis]lead to my ears. These words pierce my ears because I can’t hear what’s going on around me. I can only see as far as the stars are near. There was contemplation instead of living the kiss[es] that were given through the admiration. No adaptation. Just hisses towards the misses that went screaming by the unwanted dreaming mind. Can’t hide behind daydreams of stargazing aspiration...empty expectations. This ditty does no justice for the notice of eviction for this addict to evacuate the alienation of restricted grounds. Thought to be heartward bound, but found out that I had to turn around, ended up being surrounded by the thorns that I fought so hard to use, to protect, myself. Betrayal happens so easily. Unexpected defective self-surroundings of protective barriers. Failed to prevail in my own existence of wretch. Watch me jump from one topic to another subject just destroyed by what I already know.Just pissed because I missed the hints. All pointing towards, don’t go there. Because no one is ready for me. Not then. Now later. When? ...never.I can’t be the present...if you’re the past.
Now, bent, [mis]spent and cemented I resent the unpleasant torment happening with my consent. Can’t seem to pass the last vast of beautiful unsurpassed organic structure of egregious[ness] that is this girl you stared at while she slept, beheld. Crept up beside to position yourself in an adept way of leaving. For a brief moment I believed in the deceived words. Thieved of my absurd preferences of daft. Can’t seem to perceive a sense of relief. Tripped on my descent, slipping on the ice chunks chiseled from my heart[shaped] coffin that had once melted when it felt needed for elimination. One lost creation doesn’t create a better self trait esteem. So scream at the top of my lungs as I plunge to the bottom once again. I’ll tell you beautiful words if you pull my spirits essence from my pharynx. You pull and I’ll project my larynx. I fall for empty words, false hope and sweet tongues.