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Stillness Song

There is stillness roaming about the room destined to consume every atom and dust particle , stillness is a disease feasting on silence and youthful alienation , forgetful youth forget the truth and are sold to lies and the highest bidder, men in Gucci suits kneel before teens opening their mouths red lasers emit scanning the youngsters irises dooming them to extinction, stillness roams about the earth seeking souls to add to its collection plate, youth in Gucci suits beat the elderly and steal a lifetime of hardwork , their batons are Chanel. Lost in abandoned bunkers of long forgotten wars with only our perversions to keep us company a Yale graduate student crying in the bathroom covered in vomit Ivy League fuck up, stillness moves everything around me stand still and it will move you too, stillness is the poor mans richest asset.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

This is art or some shit.

This just wasn’t my year

I paid to be cryogenically frozen in 2014 and the year is now 2059 , when I woke I discovered I had not changed but then I look out my window and I don’t like what I see so I climb back in my chamber. maybe this just wasn’t the year to reanimate. APK this is art or some shit .

Birthday Sex

My heart is like a lonely begger begging for change , change change a little bit of change is good for my God connection , uploading my love life to Facebook let the good times escape into dark alleys where the only brave will tread , I have been misled I have been misled holding our bodies hoping not to disintegrate it’s not too late it’s not too late , maybe a second date? Maybe dinner and a movie maybe a lifetime of avoided sadness , maybe a birthday cake with a mushroom stamp and trick candles . Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

hidden harmonious, vacant hideouts.

hidden harmonious, vacant hideouts.
God fearing , child rearing, theres the clearing.
Protection Projection , Peoples Court.
Sanctified Soul Child, Singing alone.
Gulping Gladness through twisty straws, gauze.
forget , forget , forget, I love your lips.
cures for HIV born through robots, IBM EDM.
Beating youth for comedies sake, please pass the cake.
take in all trough visual portals, digest disgust delicately in silence.
wondering the streets alone in a dinosaur costume, the only thing
that is extinct here is my trust in humanity.
taking in your scent through ceiling vents, I can’t even pay my rent.
heaven sent me a dollar and I made it into a paper airplane and flew it
off of the Empire state building, I don’t need George Washington to tell
me who my friends are.
hidden harmonious, vacant hideouts.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014

I’m in the dryer

Crawling vines Scratchy spines once I hold you , you’ll be mine , eating dirt just to feel the soil between your teeth helps me feel more alive being close to a non sentient biological Essence, I’m in duress I’m in detox I’m in the dryer , crawling crime youth sex troops bombing the streets with Lisa frank color by numbers misdemeanors , reroute your escape route most of the time it ends in mid sentence .

"Andy was a Liar"- Digital 
Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"Andy was a Liar"- Digital 

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"Where the fuck is walt?"- Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"Where the fuck is walt?"- Digital Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

Real Men Don’t Cry

Lift up my skull door hinges creek, take a look see with laser vision somethings burning, check to make sure it matches the diagram for alpha male type b 2, real men don’t cry, check my hands for inspiration , cracks on the pavement lead to earthquakes, pull out my eyes to see more clearly we would walk a mile with no shoes, tap my knee kicked in the groin the old kicker still works, hold my genitals with velvet gloved hands make sure a new building is erected in New York, kiss me on the mouth, speak through me not to me, shoot smoke into my nose, do you smell the spirits? lift up my skull trap doors open freedom is trapped in a glass jar, take a look its my chest don’t worry about the rest, real men don’t cry, real men don’t cry, crying doesn’t look good on men.

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

da da da despair

Industrial Magic , paint the room in grease stains and human brains, this shit is a fucking wasteland, found love for new years but I still have to move on like a wandering vagabond seeking shelter in the hearts of his friends, dreaming in desensitized doom I let my senselessness walk the room looking for the prettiest girl, corporate magic, cover the room in red drapes this curtain call is for us all, I fall asleep in public and wake up in private, i dream in public and cry in private, I indulge in the welfare of worry and take a taste of tastelessness but still I have a overly developed palate, Mostly magic mainly smoke and mirrors, every word i speak is a carrier pigeon delivering tweets to total strangers, industrial magic, hang up my life on a coat rack to dry out some of the stains i’ll never get out, da da da, despair.  

Andrew Paul Kerr Copyright 2014 

"Future Indulgence"- Digital 
Copyright Andrew Paul Kerr 2014

"Future Indulgence"- Digital 

Copyright Andrew Paul Kerr 2014