Noah Cicero

The vision of Isabella Neroni which saw concerning America, in days, no one wanted to wake up. Songs would come on, radios then smashed.
There was not hope.
Hope was cummed out of a crack head’s penis.
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, for the Lord has spoken; Children I have raised and exalted, yet they have rebelled against Me.
We need a large gun, with this large gun, we could kill many people. Isabella, freedom at last. No
No!!!!!!!!!
“Do you want to cum on my face?”
An ox knows his owner and a donkey his master’s crib; America does not know, my people don’t consider that they are assholes. They watch television and call it love.
They fuck each other’s faces and call it pleasure. Happiness. A drop of sperm on a nose.
Drops of stupidity.
Isabella drinks bleach, she calls it meaning. She lays on the floor and says, “Woe to a sinful nation, a people heavy with iniquity, evildoing seed, corrupt children. They forsook the Lord; they provoked the Holy One!
“You are beaten, yet you still continue to rebel?
An ox lays down, the farmer beats the ox, the ox does not care.
Every head is afflicted with nausea and every heart with malaise.
In your head there is no sound-
wounds –
contusions-
lacerated sores;
have they have not been bandaged-
nor was it softened with oil.
Your land is desolate + Someone makes a sandwich.
Your cities burnt with fire from oil, from pussy, a cock deep penetration.
Your land is a dead land, with I Love Lucy, Mash, Cheers, Bewitched, does this mean anything, my feet are wet, no one will touch me, no one comes to my house anymore, I am in my room alone, my boyfriend comes and fucks me,
is this because I’m a bad person.
No one wants to fuck me, anymore,
is that because I don’t have anything to say.
Once you lose drama, people don’t respect you anymore.
If I had meaning, would it make you want to fuck me?
No, silence.
All I have is returned, ugly moments, I can’t get these days to make sense.
Don’t you want to be my friend?
According to my SPSS statitical analysis my penis does’t get hard as fast as when I was 22.
It also does not stay hard as long.
I have documents to prove it.
I’m very concerned with positivist justifications.
I have no justifications.
I want to be a pretty girl with a nice ass, I want to make sense. My mother she didn’t treat me too well, no answers, no guns, they didn’t bring me my brother’s gun. You know he gave a blowjob to a shotgun, sadness, a long time, a gun, blast, I have a pussy. Do you want to touch it?
Will it give you meaning?
What kind of gun do I need to buy to get some meaning?
I need the Second Amendment so I don’t have to kill myself with a bungee cord like Ashley.
Ashley hung for hours from the bungee cord.
I didn’t go to her funeral because I had to work at Red Lobster
I keep talking like it matters.
The girl brought her baby over and it vomited.
I am a besieged city.
Like Sodom; I want to put my dick deep in Gomorrah.”
Hear the word of the Lord, O rulers of Sodom; give ear to the law of our God, O people of Gomorrah!
Of what use are your many sacrifices to Me? We need more sacrifices, this is bullshit, we need like 70,000 oxen, 200,000 chickens, 500,000 first born, and 2,000,000 circumcisions, says the Lord.
They lay me down on a table. I’m strapped down. I’m sweating. My armpit needs to be scratched. I can feel sweat sliding down the side of my head. I don’t feel very happy. Two creatures wearing beautiful black suits, that make a lot of money, that have it all, slice the skin away from my pussy.
My pussy is new.
A pussy of The Lord.
Who requested this of you, to trample My courts?
Assembly. Isabella Neroni, sat in the shop behind the counter as he came in. Isaeblla Neroni was a young girl with a perky ass, with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything, hard hands made to grapple with skulls, ripping heads off bodies, with bare hands, holding guns, pointing it at other humans, pulling triggers laughing, freedom, a steady face, strong features, great composure of manner. There was a character about Isaeblla Neroni, from which one might have predicted that she did not often make friends with stupid assholes that constantly talked like they were great and she was shit, she hated everyone, she was ready to kill, she wanted to feel power, she wanted to consume like a good American, she was tired of walking down the dirty streets of Youngstown, alone, powerless, she wanted The Gun, to hold it, pull triggers laughing. Isabella Neroni being sensitive to cold, was wrapped in fur, had a Cleveland Browns stocking cap on, but it did not conceal her large earrings. Her knitting was before her, she laid it down to pick her teeth with a knife. Thus engaged, Isabella Neroni said nothing when her dude came in, coughed just one grain of cough.
Your New Moons and your appointed seasons My soul hates, they are a burden to Me; I am weary of bearing your asshole culture. A crack dealer was shot and his crack lay on the stones outside the door of the gas-station, all the people within reach had suspended their business, or their idleness, to run to the spot and smoke crack. The rough, irregular white rocks of the street, there was a dream a child had, it involved a grenade being jammed up their ass, a large gym teacher running over like gazelle, pulling the pin, the child blows up, it doesn’t matter, no one reports it in the paper, no one cares, not even the kid’s parents, they don’t notice, they keep sitting in their house, drinking beer, waiting for death, it doesn’t come, so they watch television, they are really bored, it doesn’t matter, they go to work, they stand at an assembly line, cans go by, they push the cans, the cans fall, they push the cans back up, no one cares about them, the boss is mean to them, it is cold and they have to wear sweaters, but then it gets hot and they have to take the sweaters off, they stop believing in God, and start worshiping the trees and rocks, they like rocks, they start telling people they’re pagan and don’t vote, no one understands this type of behavior, they don’t care, they start attending art shows and blowing up the painters, they hate the painters, they consider them upper class monsters with mechanical octopus arms, swirling like a vortex of infection, an infection that kills any kind of employment in the state of Ohio;
I have pain killers for sell.
I have pain killers for sell.
I will trade you pain killers for adderall.
When I take adderall I feel better.
When I take adderal I feel.
When I take adderal
When I take
When I
When
When
When
the crack was surrounded, each by its own jostling group or crowd, according to its size. Some men kneeled down and cried at the sight of free crack, made scoops of their two hands joined, smoked, sang The Star Spangled Banner, said life had meaning, said boredom was gone, a new day had arisen and this day was going to make all days that came after really great like butterflies and 14-year-old pussy, the men took the crack and pointed guns at the female crack heads, told them that they needed blow jobs or they would give no crack: The women got on their knees, engulfed unwashed balls and crack penis, before the crack had all run out between their fingers. Others, men and women, dipped in the puddles with little mugs of mutilated earthenware, or even with handkerchiefs from women’s heads, which were squeezed dry into infants’ mouths; others made small mud- embankments, to stem the crack as it ran; An Iraq Veteran ran over carrying an M16 firing, killing several hundred crack heads, naked, penises dangling, pussies wet with desire for crack, hair being pulled, sweat, pimples, blood shooting from orifices, the Iraq Veteran fires on the crowd, they scream for life, Isabella Neroni, stands like a God, the True God, The God of Abraham, a Motherfucker, she escapes in a 1989 Volkswagon with no heat, the heater core broke, the rest of the crack heads die because they have chosen to die, and not attack,
Isabella Neroni, she knows there are more warriors, more deaths, that must be wrought, more triggers laughing, more suns that will fade and blow up, and children of the powerful must be raped and hung, and all this for the glory of love, and tears, and American television. Saw a magazine in Giant Eagle that read 100 Television Shows that changed our lives, it should have read, 100 ways to fuck a porcupine and tell yourself it was a good idea after.
There was no drainage to carry off the crack heads, not only did it all get taken up, but so much mud got taken up along with it, that there might have been a scavenger in the street, if anybody acquainted with it could have believed in such a miraculous presence.
Day went on: Dogs, Came, Ate, the remaining bodies, the bodies were eaten, it gave the dogs a new sense of life, they wanted to live, they wanted their lives to mean things, they wanted to grow as dogs, they wanted things to mean something beyond, dogs need love too, dogs can get married to other dogs, impregnate and find meaning, dogs have dreams that are huge, like television, everything is leading back to television, television is my friend, we play, outside in the yard, we have sex, television touches my special spot, it makes me so happy, television, I want to marry television, I want television to be my BFF, television keeps sticking its finger in my ass, I like television, I like cell phones, I like indoor plumbing, I like cars, I like public roads, I like complaining, I like Will Ferrell, I like South Park, I like the Simpsons, I like HBO, I like commercials, I like corn syrup, I like Starbucks, I like banks, I like tax cuts, I like expensive things, I like things that are expensive, I like attractive people, television is nice, we have a very strong bond, the television and I, it brings me so much happiness and I feel so full of life when I watch television, you don’t even know, we go up in my tree house and have sex, television tells me about when it was five and its uncle Louis fucked it in the ass, it bled everywhere, uncle Louis meant something, he was a priest, people talk to priests, television didn’t like to get butt fucked when television was five, I like to touch television, I kiss it, hold it, we cuddle, television is my only friend, I do not know what a book is, books are for fucking assholes that wear dresses, I had a girlfriend once, and she read books and played sports and had hobbies, I shot her in the face, her face went everywhere, I was so pissed, she was such a snobbish asshole, with all that television is not love shit, television is love, television loves, and I love the television, don’t you understand what it means to love something, I love the television, my whole life is a nightmare, don’t you know that, this is my life, this is my life, this is my life, this is my life, and television is there to settle and make sense out of the living room where the couch is, that I sit in, to watch the television, to make love to my television:
A shrill sound of laughter
amused voices
voices of men, women, and children
resounded.

“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”
“MAKE US YOUR SLAVES BUT FEED US”

THE TERRORISTS
CONTINUE
TO PLOT
AGAINST THE CIVILIZED MCDONALDS WAL-MART TOM CRUISE WORLD
THIS DANGER
WILL BE DEFEATED
THE PATRIOT ACT
WHICH ALLOWS
FEDERAL LAW ENFOREMENT TO DEFEND US
TO TRACK TERRORISTS
AMERICA IS ON THE OFFENSIVE AGAINST THE TERRORISTS
WHO STARTED THIS WAR
WE ARE TRACKING AL-QAIDA AROUND THE WORLD
TWO-THIRDS OF THEIR LEADERS
HAVE BEEN
CAPTURED
AND
KILLED
MILITARY PERSONNEL ARE ON A MANHUNT
TO GET
THE REMAINING
KILLERS
WHO HIDE IN THE CITIES AND CAVES
WE WILL BRING THE TERRORISTS
TO JUSTICE
WE REFUSE TO LIVE IN THE SHADOW OF
THIS
ULTIMATE DANGER
DANGER
DANGER
DANGER
THE FIRST TO SEE
OUR DETERMINATION
WAS THE TALIBAN
WHO USED AFGHANISTAN
TO TRAIN
THEIR
AL-QAIDA KILLERS
KILLERS
KILLERS
MEN WHO RUN AWAY FROM OUR TROOPS
IN BATTLE
ARE NOT DISPERSED
AND ATTACK
FROM THE SHADOWS
THESE KILLERS
JOINED BY FOREIGN TERRORISTS
ARE A SERIOUS
DANGER
DANGER
DANGER
THE ONCE ALL-POWERFUL RULER OF IRAQ
WAS FOUND IN A HOLE
OUT OF THE TOP 55 OFFICIALS OF THE FORMER REGIME
WE HAVE
CAPTURED
AND
KILLED
45
180 RAIDS A WEEK
180 RAIDS
180 RAIDS
EVIL REGIME
THUGS
EVIL
REGIME
THUGS
EVIL
WHEN I CAME TO THIS ROSTRUM ON
SEPTEMBER 20TH, 2001
I BROUGHT THE POLICE SHIELD OF A FALLEN OFFICER
TO REMIND US
OF THE LIVES THAT ENDED
AND THAT TASK
OF JUSTICE DOES NOT END
I HAVE COMPLETE COMMITMENT
TO SECURING OUR COUNTRY
AND DEFEATING
OUR ENEMIES
THE AMERICAN MILITARY
THEY HAVE TAKEN THE HARD DUTY
ARMORED CHARGES
MIDNIGHT RAIDS
LONELY HOURS ON FAITHFUL WATCH
FELT THE SORROW WHEN ONE IS LOST
PRIDE
I KNOW THAT SOME
QUESTION IF AMERICA IS REALLY IN A WAR AT ALL
THEY VIEW TERRORISM MORE AS A CRIME
AFTER THE
CHAOS
CARNAGE
CARNAGE
OF
SEPTEMBER 11TH
THE TERRORISTS
DECLARED WAR
WAR
HAD WE FAILED
TO DESTROY
THE DICTATOR’S WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION WOULD CONTINUE TO THIS DAY
THE KILLING FIELDS OF IRAQ
WHERE THOUSANDS OF MEN WOMEN AND CHILDREN VANISHED INTO THE SANDS
FOR ALL THOSE
WHO LOVE
FREEDOM
PEACE
THE WORLD WITHOUT SADDAM’S REGIME IS A BETTER PLACE
I BELIEVE THAT
GOD
HAS PLANTED
IN EVERY HEART
THE DESIRE TO LIVE IN
FREEDOM
AND WHEN THAT DESIRE IS CRUSHED BY TYRANNY FOR DECADES
IT WILL RISE AGAIN
IT WILL RISE AGAIN
IT WILL RISE AGAIN
AMERICA IS A NATION WITH A MISSION
THIS MISSION COMES FROM OUT MOST BASIC BELIEFS
DOMINATION
AMBITION
THE REVOLUTIONARY IS A DOOMED MAN
HE IS ALONE
HAS NO PERSONAL INTERESTS
NO EMOTIONS
NO NAME
NO ATTACHMENTS
NO PROPERTY
ONE THOUGHT
REVOLUTION
HE HAS BROKEN ALL BONDS
WHICH TIE HIM OR HER
TO THE SOCIAL ORDER
TO THE GAMES
TO THE MCDONALDS WAL-MART TOM CRUISE CIVILIZATION
ITS
MORALITIES
LAWS
CUSTOMS
HE IS THEIR
ENEMY
HE LIVES WITH THEM
ONLY TO DESTROY THEM
THE REVOLUTIONARY DESPISES ALL DOCTRINES
ALL GOVERNMENT FUNDED SCIENCE
THE REVOLUTIONARY
KNOWS ONLY ONE SCIENCE
DESTRUCTION
THE REVOLUTIONARY DESPISES PUBLIC OPINION
HATES EXISTING SOCIAL MORALITY
THE REVOLUTIONARY IS DEDICATED
MERCILESS
BETWEEN HIM AND THE ACADEMIA AND THE STATE
IS
A RELENTLESS AND IRRECONCILABLE
WAR TO THE DEATH
HE MUST ACCUSTOM HIM OR HERSELF
TO TORTURE
TYRANNICAL TOWARD HIMSELF
HE MUST BE TYRANNICAL TOWARD OTHERS
LOVE
FRIENDSHIP
GRATITUDE
EVEN HONOR
MUST BE SUPPRESSED
AND REPLACED WITH
A COLD SINGLEMINDED PASSION FOR REVOLUTION
THERE IS ONLY ONE REWARD
ONE SATISFACTION
THE SUCCESS OF THE REVOLUTION
ONE THOUGHT
ONE AIM
MERCILESS DESTRUCTION
READY
TO DESTROY OTHERS
AND ONESELF
FOR THE SAKE OF REVOLUTION
NO SENTIMENTALITY
NO ROMANTICISM
NO INFATUATION
NO EXALTATION
THE REVOLUTINARY MUST NOT
OBEY THEIR OWN IMPULSES
ONLY THOSE
WHICH SERVE THE REVOLUTION
THE REVOLUTIONARY HAS NO FRIENDS
ONLY COMRADES WHO DESIRE THE REVOLUTION
THE DEGREE OF FRIENDSHIP DEPENDS SOLELY BY THE DEGREE
OF THEIR USEFULNESS
TO TOTAL REVOLUTIONARY DESTRUCTION
THE REAL REVOLUTIONARY SHOULD REGARD HIM OR HERSELF
AS CAPITAL CONSECRATED TO THE
TRIUMPH OF THE REVOLUTION
THE REVOLUTIONARY ENTERS THE WORLD OF THE STATE
THE DINNER PARTIES OF THE HYPER-RICH
THE MCDONALDS WAL-MART TOM CRUISE CIVILIZATION
HE LIVES IN THEIR WORLD
WITH ONE PURPOSE
TO BRING ABOUT ITS
DESTRUCTION
A REVOLUTIONARY
HAS NO SYMPATHY FOR THIS WORLD
HE OR SHE MUST NOT HESITATE
TO DESTROY ANY PLACE OR PERSON IN THIS WORLD
HE MUST HATE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING
WITH EQUAL HATRED
THE REVOLUTIONARY HAS NO DESIRE TO REPLACE THE SYSTEM
IT IS A MATTER OF FUTURE GENERATIONS TO DECIDE
OUR TASK IS TERRIBLE
TOTAL
UNIVERSAL
MERCILESS
DESTRUCTION
WE WILL WELD THE PEOPLE
INTO ONE SINGLE
ALL DESTRUCTIVE FORCE”

I’ve been hiding all my life, in tombs, ancient ruins, now covered with gorilla shit, a thousand rats, covered in hate, fear, nausea, stupidity, Pro-Wrestling, scurry over the putrid land, buying IPHONES, digital penises, a virtual turd, a ball bouncing in space, like Labron James slamming basketball, where have all the flowers gone? even when you pray at length, I do not hear; your hands are full of blood.

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