tom thinker and his anger brigade

[Canofceleri]

note this is not finished. it's an idea i've been kicking around in my head about a kind of philosophizing teenage guy who has weird anger problems... it's kind of disjointed.. but it'll almost play out as a musical if the writing is any indication... kind of switching up music styles, sometimes soft and musical-like and then sometimes all out metal. it's weird.

 

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tom thinker and his anger brigade

 

[1]

out here

i'm a dispondant vessel

idle of poorly drawn hills and plains

gray

 

on the eve of a day

surely strewn with pain

and more dispondance

thinking:

death isn't dirty, because it doesn't exist

there is(are) no god(s)

this "life" is a result of function

etc. etc.

 

 

chills

it's cold out here

i better go back inside

i hope mother's not awake

i hope she isn't up...

poor mother

poor muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum

 

 

[2]

mother: i've been wondering where you are

come inside, you musn't catch a cold

i was so worried

you had me so worried

i didn't know what to do...

 

 

f*ck YOU, BITCH

f*ck YOU, BITCH

[vioilent scream]

f*ck YOU, BITCH

f*ck YOU, BITCH

 

you're a goddamn whore

you're a goddamn whore

you're a goddamn whore

you're a goddamn cock-f*cking,

ass-spelunking,

pussy-eating,

child molesting,

plain ugly stupid f*cking whore

 

GODDAMMIT

 

f*ck you, mother

 

I HATE YOU f*ck

 

mother: tom thinker,

you just hate everyone don't you, son?

 

 

[3]

i'm just a man

let to sew my seed

and wither

with my future son in-toe

 

 

i had lunch with pauletta

she's an old counselor

and i spilled soup on her

and she wouldn't let it go

 

i hate my father

and he doesn't even know

 

the "level" in Super Mags 4 is hard

and i cannot find the code

 

and i can't stop being inappropriate in what should be normal everyday social situations even between close friends and family

 

 

f*ck THIS

f*ck ME

f*ck YOU

i can't wait til the universe dies---------

BECAUSE I f*ckING HATE THIS sh*t--------

 

[guitar solo]

 

f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck

hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate

HATE HATE HATE f*ck f*ck f*ck HATE HATE HATE

f*ckf*ckf*ckhatehatehatehatef*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck

FUUUUUUUUCK

 

f*ck THIS

f*ck ME

f*ck YOU

i can't wait til the universe dies-------

BECAUSE I f*ckING HATE THIS sh*t

 

that i'm put through

 

 

[4]

yasujiro ozu is the greatest auteur

in my opinion

and unlike those f*cking DICKHEADS

at the blogsphere

i know that comparing him with kurosawa

is odd and unintelligent

 

god those bloggers make me want to

f*cking slit someone's throat and watch it bleed

i'd post a well composed comment

of logic and reason

deemed surely insightful

if only they hadn't banned me from the page...

 

ozu

ozu

o--o--o-o zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[church-style orchestrative breakdown]

 

[5]authority figure: are you thomas keller thinker

of Hole in Oat's Dr.?

i'm sorry to inform you--

 

[violent scream]

GODDAMN MOTHERf*ckER

MOTHERf*ckER GODDAMN

GODDAMN MOTHERf*ckER

MOTHERf*ckER GODDAMN

 

HOW MANY GODDAMN TIMES

HAVE I TOLD YOU, BITCH?

YOU USED THAT INGREDIENT

IN THAT TACO DISH AGAIN!

 

KNOW HOW I KNOW?

I GOT f*ckING THE RUNS!

NOW COME HERE, MOTHER!

LET ME f*ckING sh*t DOWN YOUR THROAT,

YOU FILTHY OLD c*nt

 

tourette's... kind of

 

authority figure: oh

well, your father died

we'll have to have you go to the hospital that he's staying at

 

 

[6]

my father dies

 

my father dies

 

don't get me wrong

i never thought i'd be in tears or anything

but i didn't think i'd be pleased

 

my conscience is under attack

the guilt is setting in

my father birthed me into this sh*t

maybe that's what's always done him in

(as far as my feelings are concerned)

 

this is a time for great delving

into my paradigm of thought

death brings many things

and one of them is a shift of perspective

 

how does my life fit in with all time?

how far should i go?

should i live it the best a man can

or should i search out there for more?

 

or should i lay in my bed

for all times but for those when its necessary to sustain

and live the life of a true aesthete?