Desensitizer

by Kaero Davis

  Death Before Dishonour

  Christ lives,

  As I do as he does,

  Christ survives,

  And his will be done,

  You could smash me to bits,

  And do all manners of shit,

  But my teeth are grit,

  And you ain’t pryin’ my lips,

  I’d much rather die a slow and painful death,

  Then slip with secrets and lose respect,

  But I’ll fight to my last rattling breath,

  To see the logic and sense of brains in defect,

  Christ lives within,

  And I do as he once had,

  Christ survives,

  And His will shall be again,

  You could smash me to bits,

  And do all manners of shit,

  But my teeth are grit,

  And you’re not pryin’ my lips,

  I’d sooner choose a slow and painful death,

  Over slipping with secrets and losing respect,

  But I solemnly vow to fight to my last rattling breath,

  To see the sense in the logic of brains in defect,

  I vow silence on sensitive information,

  I vow silence or intensive damnation,

  Didn’t do, didn’t speak, didn’t hear or see shit,

  Death before dishonour and so be it.

  Exit Scenario

  “Yeah babe. I promise I’ll not say one word. I’m sooner to take it to the grave,”

  “Thank you, you’re sweet honey-buns,”

  “I swear by my own head on the guillotine – none shall have heard it from me brother,”

  “Deep bro, I appreciate it,”

  “I will vow silence that this does not get out and should I not prove against the slander – then my limbs are to be severed and roasted over a fire,”

  “We appreciate that here son, but we are a simple church – we don’t condone such activities,”

  “Oi bro, can you just stand and keep a look-out, some little fucker just robbed the till, see anyone run off?”

  “Yeah mate too easy,”

  (I ran outside to look to see anybody fleeing, but nothing. I turned back inside the shop to tell my colleague but he wasn’t there. He’d fucked off – I checked the till, and it was all gone.)

  “That bastard pulled a shifty!”

  “What was that?” – the owner came in.

  “Did you just flog all the dough?”

  “You fuckin’ nuts? Do you think I’d still be fucking standing here if I took it?”

  “That BASTARD!”

  “Who?”

  Enter Scenario

  “I have heard such things as sodium fluoride – the chemical used to treat potable water – has a bizarre effect on our pineal gland. The same pineal gland that is said to be our ‘third-eye’ – the third eye by which we are supposed to be capable of so very clearly seeing the coloured energies and aura’s and chi/ chakra that inhabits all things. I have suspicions that the third-eye within us all is capable of seeing between the rules, the guides, the laws that nature follows in its’ systematic structural formation. I have also heard such things Nikola Tesla mentioned about the mathematical sequences of materials that the physical world is modelled by. Da Vinci had a good crack, though back to the point – suppose there are alternate realities, intersecting dimensions of present, past, and future – ‘Heaven’ or ‘Hell’ or even ‘purgatory’ – all positive theories that only vary by the personal experiences and more often than not – better accused of as being seen as or related to a type of psychosis as some might say. Occasionally better accessed by psychoactive substances that some would still say the same is form of psychosis. Hallucinations both visual and audial on the account of brain chemistry with outside influences of other chemicals – and some may argue the poison to the brain and body – and may very well do. We often fear what we can’t understand and we seldom brave the chance to just ‘experiment’ – and by process of elimination, by majority vote – the stigma that such occurrences are dangerous – and can be – the euphoria, so nicknamed ‘psychosis’ has been limited to just a short-numbered popularity for participation. This is no longer acceptable, tolerable – or even appropriate – not like it once was decades ago, centuries ago.” – Illsequyrie.

  Delirium

  A lot of people fear psychosis,

  A slight price I paid for ‘imagination’,

  A lot of people fear the psychosis,

  Some fear the person under psychosis –

  They’re right to,

  A lot of people fear the madness,

  A slight price I paid for ‘imagination’,

  A lot of people fear the madness,

  Some fear the person succumbed to the madness –

  They like to,

  A lot of people fear disconnection,

  The crossing between reality and fantasy,

  A lot of people fear disconnection,

  Some fear the intersecting dimensions,

  Others roam it free,

  A lot of people fear the misconception,

  The confusion, delirium of reality weaving fantasy,

  A lot of people fear the misconception,

  Some fear the intersecting dimensions,

  Others knowingly roam it free,

  And one of those fuckers is me,

  …one of those fuckers is me,

  I’ve been around and seen some fucked up shit,

  You might find it hard to believe – but just about the worst of it,

  This king grins seeing you struggle with the little things,

  Knowing the worst of yours barely compares to the least of his,

  The games you play and you think you’ve won,

  When I had barely just begun,

  And I rarely ever get all the way done,

  Wasting energy and time for fuck all fun or none,

  And one of those fuckers was me…

  One of those fuckers is me…

  But still roaming…

  Exit Scenario

  “I fully believe we are capable of so much more than we’re used to accepting. I believe every one of us has the power to do the same amazing incredible things. I feel it on a spiritual level and I feel it deep – it’s ok for you to call me crazy – I’ve dealt with it, I’ve accepted it and even embraced it dearly. I have come to almost appreciate fantasy as much as the real. I often visualize that I can touch a solid crease in the thin air around me, dig my nails into it and tear open the seam to expose bare the reality beneath the veil. I envision all manners of mysterious creatures of other realms (and only in shadow form) escape from where I’ve opened up the internal – inverted space. I envision objects and strange and bizarre materials and elements are released into our atmosphere and their shadows linger only just briefly before I seal the gap again, the shadowy shapes then disappear. I’ve attempted to change the temperature of the air around as I do, envisioning my energy cooling and hardening thickly – almost to a satin-like, vinyl-like feel – to whereupon I tear open exposing such anomalies. I reverberate my energy and pay tribute to such wonders. I don’t mind sounding mad, it entertains me to see the reaction I receive attempting to explain it. I can understand it’s hard to believe, I can understand not all may ‘daydream’ as I do, and I can understand not all of it is exciting nor soothing – I am aware it can be quite dreadful to fight the flow instead of allowing it to naturally, peacefully. It’s really only the fault of a bad experience that deters us of curiosity. I think sometimes you need to allow for that, but still maintain an open mind the best you can. I love it.” – Illsequyrie.

  Enter Scenario

  “‘Fuck Yes! Wow, sweet as,’ I would say under my breath sliding my hands around the steering wheel. She’s a three on
the tree Automatic, but tricked up. Kickin’ up dust with a five-litre 10 bolt differential and a six cylinder to V8 yolk conversion linking the diff with the tail-shaft.

  It really is magnificent.

  And to think – I did the majority of it myself. I love the solid body – more squared off, boxier than the feeble shit they make these days, sturdier too. Yeah, it’s finally on the road. I have my independence back; my reliability has returned and I feel great.

  I’m never taking this for granted again – I’m going to be a hell of a lot more cautious on the road. Being without your own vehicle for as long as I have, has been a real kick in the teeth, it drives you nuts. But for me, being without a car in a backward country bumpkin town built in butt-fucks nowhere – surrounded by simple narrow-minded folk, has really touched on my nerves.

  But thank Christ I’m done and over that depression. Might go take my baby out for a spin. Haven’t nicknamed her yet but I guess I’ll find a name when the feel is ripe. Got my confidence back – fuck the people will be jealous of me in this, old acquaintances who I thought were my friends – I’ll blow ’em off the fuckin’ street, they’ll literally eat my dust.

  Choke on my smoke ya fuckers…

  HaHaHaHaHa, I’m back baby, WOOHA!” – Trepp.

  HZ Kingswood Ute

  Got a red stroked 202,

  In a HZ Holden Kingswood Ute,

  Rubber melts to a glue,

  She rides a real beaut,

  In a blur of satin black,

  Got the foot pressed to flat,

  High torque to throw you back,

  Tightly strapped –

  To save yourself a neck-snap,

  Blink and you will miss me,

  This Ute and me got history,

  Rebuilt from the ground up,

  So I know she’s got nuts,

  Just one deadly fatal mistake,

  And you might seal your fate,

  So hang on tight with all your might,

  Cause she’s got some bite,

  In a blur of satin black,

  Got the foot pressed to flat,

  High torque to throw you back,

  Tightly strapped –

  To save yourself a neck-snap,

  Got a red stroked 202,

  In a HZ Holden Kingswood Ute,

  Rubber melts to a glue,

  She rides a real beaut,

  Exit Scenario

  “Peoples head’s all turn watching me pass as I roar on down the road. You can hear me coming from a kilometre away. I drop two gears from 3rd back to 1st and my rear tyres squeal and smoke as the revolutions counter winds up and redlines, howling.

  The nose of the car lifts off the ground in acceleration and I push the shifter back into 3rd as the rear of my ute starts to slide from side to side. People all either yell out; “Ya fuckin’ Dickhead!” or cheer at me and scream and laugh; “Woohoo! Yes!” or a “Fuck Yeah!”

  I’m constantly harassed by the local police, but they never bust me for anything. There have been countless times they’ve stopped me to test my breath for traces of alcohol or any narcotic they assume I may be under the influence of, and all have been negative.

  I’ve never been done for D.U.I. – even after having had a six pack of beer or a couple of premixed spirits. I must sober quickly by the sheer excitement and heart-pounding thrill alone that my beaUte offers. Half the time I think they only pull me up to admire my ride.

  They never get me for anything. They’ve never noticed the ounce of weed under the seat before – I’m joking, haha, I’m smarter than that. I keep it locked in the safe hidden behind the cab in the tray. Nope, ha, gotcha again, I don’t smoke that shit.

  Test me anytime and nothing will come up at all. But anyway, I’m proud of the memories this Ute and I share, they’ll last all my life. I’ll never sell it or get rid of it, not after all the modifications I’ll have done to it. I’ve got plans – things I’ve never even seen in automotive magazines, but if I told you I’d probably have to kill you.

  That’s my secret.” – Trepp.

  Enter Scenario

  “This was inspired by heavy metal. This, and many other sub-genres of it are my absolute favourite style of music. It’s my scene, my style, and I guess I could call this piece a tribute to all of the bands who’ve inspired me and shared material relative to things I’ve felt and faced. Shit, I listen to music more than I watch tv and if I do watch films and program series – I usually watch DVD’s, cutting out the commercials completely. And that’s an IF, I generally can’t sit still enough to watch a movie all the way through – some shows also. But I listen to a lot of music and of the majority it’s rock or metal. I can’t handle too much mainstream music or what others might call ‘easy-listening’, I just don’t like much of it – not too much of it shows imagination and upon the many layers some use – it still seems pretty vague to me. Chosen use of lyric I find is important, but the tunes need to be equally so, and I find some of the tunes I listen to people say – he’s just speaking it – NO, he’s screaming’ it – is what I say. I am pretty well capable of picking up the slight changes of pitch in the vocalizing of some lyrics where others say there is no difference.

  I have a need to say yes, there is a difference – my sense of sound is perhaps slightly more sensitive than those I’ve been around who’ve spoke down on my preference. I’m learning that a lot of my senses are sharper than the norm, sharper than average and I put it down to the illness. Few people I’ve spoken to like me are also. Off topic but this is my tribute;” – Rah-liel.

  Lick’s & Riffs

  Let us in to hypnotize,

  Let us in to mesmerize,

  Let us in to magnetize,

  You just watch and enjoy the ride.

  Well, you’ve come to see us play,

  Some from afar away,

  And for the effort that you’d made,

  We’re gonna rock your day,

  Scream like it’s the last night of your life,

  Don’t shy, show us you’re alive,

  Raise your fists to the sky,

  The time to rock is nigh!

  Let us in to hypnotize,

  Let us in to mesmerize,

  Let us in to magnetize,

  You just watch and enjoy the ride.

  Breathtaking visuals you can’t ignore,

  Fleeting, rapid movements of awe,

  Going deaf and wanting more,

  Shredding the brain to slaw.

  Harmonizing melodies that get you gripped,

  Letting it rip with sick lick’s and Riffs.

  Ears all pricked for each note hit,

  The slip into a spiritual trip

  Let us in to hypnotize,

  Let us in to mesmerize,

  Let us in to magnetize,

  You just watch and enjoy the ride.

  Hear our glorious heavy metal sound,

  And our entrancing rhythms pound,

  We’re all quaking and shaking the ground,

  Brother’s all and firmly bound,

  Exit Scenario

  “It’s not mainstream because it’s not too easy for everyone to listen to, segregates people like me from the sheeple, people who can’t generally make up their own mind but fit in with the critical mass of others like them. Can’t beat ’em join ’em – that sort of thing. Anyone who dabbles in rock and metal has my support – for all genre’s and sub thereof. There’s more energy put into and derived from rock and metal – more imaginable, and in my opinion by far more talent than what you see in the mainstream media these days. Don’t get me wrong some of it is ok, but just some of it. I cringe to see sex appeal debasing the integrity of some artists – to listen to a song and think it isn’t too bad but then see the video – I shudder, I’m appalled that not too mu
ch intellect has been attributed to the material. Part of me like’s it, part of me wants to be as wild and dirty and deviant as I like but I’ve gotta remember there’s an example to set for younger generations. It is good to have some order amidst chaos. But, if people were a little more intelligent – we wouldn’t have to sell our looks alone just to pay the bills, if there was a little more intelligence, you would see true talent where it really is. Sex sells but since when have we not kept it within a mature age group? Since when has it been okayed to teach little girls to be tarty or slutty and boys to mistreat with some idea that women aren’t more than just possessions…it’s sick. I shake my head at people like Nikki Minaj. It’s shocking, terrible.” – Rah-Liel.