BirdMan One Liners

Demonstrate with Satan, show him your new train set, show him, make him proud.

 

Catch a seagull and subject it to the pain you endured when your mother first lost her keys.

 

Push a kite into your mouth and fly it until dawn, then burn your tongue with water.

 

Sabotage nobody’s wedding, lift the bride, lift her head and lay her fallow for one year.

 

Envelop in your own spawn, covet your soul with peace, kidnap her flames twice.

 

Grow into a young man again and wither at your replicated syndrome, find a solution and keep it a secret.

 

Eat with God, discuss parenting methods, show discipline, angle with Christ, challenge him at darts.

 

Tempt yourself with your own guilt, watch yourself in mirrors, see the defined edges of untrusted existence manifest into prime predomination.

 

Writhe in agony at your sister’s fucked up “get togethers”, eat from a trough and disappoint your unrequited family of civilians and ogres.

 

Sleep easily amongst the animals you once taunted, now…. let them teach you how to dwell, in sickness and in health, prime yourself for your eager slaughter.

 

Feel your own wrath in mixed opinions, argue with yourself, then concede with a bowed head.

 

Drill a hole in a loved ones head, marvel at your work, photograph your expression then post it locally.

 

Burger a blonde girl in her blow hole, whisper softly to her, tell her it’s going to be all right then die yourself before she realises, joke’s on you now poppet.

 

Breathe a sigh of relief as your Mother passes away, chew at her coffin, watch the congregation cheer and jive to your musical noise.

 

Keep a diary of your time at work, copy yourself in the mirror, make a note of it, beat your reflection at chess and show off to others without your shirt on.

 

Express yourself in terms of numbers, rate yourself out of ten then post your findings on walls, colour your palms and dance until the others leave.

 

Texture your face into bathroom wall, smooth the edges, keep a distance whilst others admire your work “shower at will“, you shout.

 

Carve the loose change you found into your arm, seal the edges, rotate yourself at pace and jingle at passers by “Penny for the blind“, you call nodding your head to the noise.

 

Soliliquise with yourself, “charming boy“, you think to yourself, then suprise all by touching yourself, yes, touch more you think, see their proud faces watch on.

 

Breathe deeply into your clothed face, remove the hood, reveal a cows face, bovine at passers by then roll into the street barking at bumpers before ending your time.

 

Eat with Jesus, take his bread then waste his time talking about mishaps, see his expression change with talk of his loose mother, it’s in the good book you claim.

 

Find God at a local bar, discuss your existence at length then donate your sperm to his lap,“special gift“, you say, then leg it to bathrooms where you be sick with energy.

 

Lucozade yourself for days then buzz around town wearing a towel,“Penny for the guy“ you claim pointing at homeless man, watch him come at you, then absorb his blow and sleep for two days.

 

Find time to gauge at girls, strip their clothes and wear them aflame,“tied up girl very noisy“, you think. Petrol douse helps, phone your Mother and explain your needs at length.

 

Witness the tent you once constructed turn against you suddenly, feel it’s wrath and plead with the ground sheet for mercy.

 

Deal at patience, taunt the dealer, insult his wife, then realise you be doing this and hide until you accept your own apology.

 

Adjust an awkward glance towards a girl, feel your nervousness, pull at your spleen until it loosens, look back, she’s gone running now.

 

Tell yourself to sit at roadsides, feel your obedience enroll itself by a street performer, lick at his balls and pet his head for good measure.

 

Sick youself at the book shop, try and hide your measures using cupped hands but book keeper spots you, “Enid Blyton get you“, you think to yourself.