Pretty Carnal Garden

The object is not to give a shit, to do it then get.
I don't give a damn if it's woman or a fucking man.
I fuck them all up and leave as soon as can.
Tears will find the earth as soft hearts harden.
Come on little minions to my pretty carnal garden.
Pleasure you'll seek; absolution to find,
Behind every plant and bush an unfulfilled demon yearns his time.
Live, love, hate, lust the present is the only true church,
So worship in my garden and pray to your soul,
For what lies ahead, the fantastic fun and pain, will take its toll.


Where are your dreams, as if I care?
The garden is now your home, slave to it you are-
Never to be seen again outside these walls.
The sins here committed are psalms within my hell.
I love the silent torment how quiet all appear to be.
Their voice has been removed; their minds are now unglued.
I inflict the best pain, display the worst love, relish in your shame.
No one here is above another, you signed up sisters and brothers.
My incestuous children. My town of cocksuckers and baby rapists.
Do you enjoy your heaven? Hey you faggot pedophile, come on over
To my resort-stay awhile. Welcome all to the carnal garden.


How pretty are my trees and flowers giving place for winged and legged.
Sweet are silent tears. Their wetness to water what else?
Finally order and balance is restored. HE has his place (I have mine)
Father has given me this job, he taught me well and is proud of my acclimation.
He does not despise me if only you knew
I answer only to one, I am his muse, his fun.
The need for a garden such as mine grew and grew and filled the earth.
Recycled trash turned into something new. I please my father he shows his love.
When rain falls down and silence all around...mmmm, quiet resolve.
Oh you don't understand? Okay, but who cares, be careful in your thought,
In my pretty carnal garden there is always room here...
15may2007

,,,it was a very dark place for me and I know exactly what my thoughts were. This was a way of venting and wanting to erase the evil and vile and make a "place" for them...in the garden. At first a heavenly retreat so they will WANT to come but later they would become permanent fixtures and be the perverse beauty in the frozen state of art they become...I was definitely genius in idea but quite the macabre cunt/bitch if you will...though I still think it would make a lovely profession for me to tend to the new plants and flowers sent my way from the gods and fates. That I must make place for them and be their in the flesh mastress to govern and torment and rule and abuse...mmm...sorry got lost there a second! *giggles.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.