The Immaculate Musings Of the Misguided Miscreant Known As Igneous Mouse

Dualism

By Igneous Mouse and Adam Lynn

I co-wrote this with my brother Adam Lynn circa 98-99. We switched back and forth, line after line. I put periods at the end of each on of our phrases. I wrote the first line, then he wrote the second. The stanzas are the whole page in his sketchbook that it appears in. We sat across from one another with a sketch book in between us. We each wrote a line on the page quickly, then we would spin the book to write the following line on the other page. It's, at this point, called Dualism. Enjoy.

Dualism

Coniferous, mind bending creations, all sizes.
Dawns amber coloring washes away.
To many clowns, to many plans.
Thwarts made without decision.
Art forever, and ever changing,
just repent, just repent, and just believe.
Be proud - Be strong - And just Breathe.

Decapitations, compilations, bleach, and sawdust vapors swirl, and then roll back.
Transitions of violence.
Statutory rape
All that I wanted for Christmas was a brand new brain
but they took my old one, and just didn't replace it.
Where In The Hell Am I?
Do I Know This Awful Place?
I stood, and I mindlessly stared.
Heaving sounds of silence surround.
A passive study of warthog behavior,
and their bizarre mating rituals.
Leave no lies unknown.
Be proud - Be strong - And live free.

Driven out, driven out, and left standing.
Crack down of smuggling never understood.
The unknown self smokes a cigarette
inhale...exhale...ash...repeat.
Frantic reeling anticipates exhaustion.
"Statutory Rape."
Ramblings felt flooding...flooding over.
Cursed death of a teenage idol
leaves the purest soul caked in the devils slime.
Remembering the black and white days only in memory.
A sandstorm of thoughts, but no new realizations.
Old realities are threatening to overwhelm me.
Whiskey bottles contain no hope.
rain falls - wind blows.
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance real good.
Be proud - Be strong - And live free

Repeatedly told tales reveal nothing.
-baseball, America's past time reveals itself-
let old challenges be left undone.
hope for all of those with hooves.
See the girl left standing alone.
Crows sing...see the children play.
Tripped up while falling down
There's never any sturdy ground.
I had a lobotomy intentionally.
Crowded streets filled with naked children
All were bleeding from their mouths.
laughter, crying, screams of dying play hell inside my head.
"It's not your big breasts I love honey, it's your independent nature....really."
Sound is....Sound is....
Cursing swells and Iron throat lozenges,
purple people - hellish come downs.
Honey coughs while Scrappy-Doo is kicking ass.
Just let the best man win.
Be strong - Be strong - And live free.

There's just a bunch of fish.
Paths cross, and they signal life.
Train wrecks, derailing excitement.
think...think...think...
Understanding reaches a peril.
Peaches, fruit, fine wine
-things divine.
Green peace, fruitful baskets, melting butter.
feel the fire flick about your face.
Have you ever lost one of your fingers
in a parking lot knife fight?
Pale faced riders cry throughout the night...
Angels on devil's wings.
I love cocaine
I have a smile eight miles wide.
Let the crickets songs carry your soul.
I hate being licked by rotten pigs.
Pilot paper pushers, rulers of the realm.
Do you find enjoyment in playing the fool?
Ask yourself, Are you truly happy?
Define great, and you will likely describe a sinner.
Be strong - Be strong - And live free.