Gestapo

Grab your Sword, Hammer, Gun
Come crew lets go have some fun
Lets rip up this town and murder some scum
Pour the flames into the cracks of the caves
Shoot as they run screaming, Jesus Saves

Use the main brain to bring down the big pain
Surround the enemy and play a twisted game
Let them think they can escape, open and light the gate
Bulletstorm into the running hopefull
Seal that fate

Peace will come after I staple a message on your royal deadness

Return to Sender

No Screams of Agony or Mercy Heard outside your own caved skull
Mouth filled with Krazee Glue
my trademark signature
Who do yo thinks coming for you
Whats your first clue?

Not Right Now

Survival Benefits
A horrendous outburst of laughter bearing witness to comedic genious
A perfect slice of Annapolis Valley Apple Pie
throw some cheese on that thing
Pour off a half litre of Milk
.....and then Cry Me a River Ice Cream

Are you really going to munch back Poppas Homeburger and New Spud Tater Fries
and then go on to tell me ..... Life Sucks?

Yes it does. Sometimes. Most of the time.
But not right now. Not right now.

Bad Brain Hurts

Paroxetine
Quetiapine
Alprazolam
Lorazepam
Venlafaxine
Clonazepam
Welcome to my cage
Make yourself comfortable
Amphetamines, Opiates & Cocaine outside the bars
You may bring a bottle of wine if you must
Its always your choice
But the stakes are high
This is a cage to protect others from me
I've built it myself without prodding
I knew what had to be done and I took steps
Now I'm looking out from between these bars
and I'm wondering if the chemical lobotomy
replaced my unwashed body and clear head with a fresh head of suicidal ideation
The Great Experiment
How to unfry an egg.
As in the Eighties commercial.... This is your brain on drugs
Morphine normal lethal dose of 120 to 250 mg
During the hour after cocaine is used, heart attack risk rises 24-fold
One of those dayz where you wake up and everything you want to do is restricted.
Bad Brain
So sane it hurts so much
We can see what we're working for

The Art of Genocide

I will say later and now. I really want to tell you that the images you are seeing are real. I cannot. They are re-creations brought to us from www.gutfx.com .

Scott has been specializing in this type of work for 25 years now... at least.

To say they are not real I fear diminishes their purpose as images. But.... I guess... if someone looks at these and says, well they are not real.... its Allgood.... then in fact that points out another problem doesn't it.

These are re-creations of something that is real.

We can only pray this is as close as we'll ever get.

The Art of Genocide

See Shake Hands with the Devil on Friday Sept 28th, or wait for DVD and look for our man with the unflinching eye, Andrew Scott Hamilton and GUTFX in the credits.....

The Art of Genocide

I remember when the media first went in..... a few bodies lying around. A childs bloodied footprint.... on the ceiling. My mind wandered. What happened there?

Thank you to the intrepid makers of theses films.

and thank you www.gutfx.com for your unflinching look.

The Art of Genocide

Again, the courageous efforts of everyone involved in making this movie.. the right company, www.gutfx.com was definatly the right one to get the part no media on earth wants anyone to see. That would be The Truth.

The Art of Genocide

More horrifying and inspirational insite into the machine. The Flesh Grinder.

Thank you Scott... www.gutfx.com

The Art of Genocide

The disclamour is as disturbing as these images are and how I would love for the viewer to beleive they are real....... as in fact they are depictions of what is real......... it behooves me to let you know this is all art created by Scott Hamilton and his woman Maya........ www.gutfx.com

Its snowing in London

What does the Devils voice sound like for real?
Flesh sound when its torn from the bone
Soul when it is divorced from the corpse

Like a crackling fire. A Hellfire for lack of a better depiction
The body that once had a guarded position earth had felled into The Dark Masters' World

The flesh that Earth so gently and cruelly leaned on and even coveted was dying and its force was being drawn into a a white void .

Painlful and anxious is the sunrise in the land of affliction and pandemonium
succumb to the oceon of souls
invasive scrambling undecipherable mumbling
that can only be describes as an
Overture of Regret.

My bagatelle becomes a prayer
It is in the sins marked that add seven my Father
Please save me from this Hell
This will be where I make my promise.
I will keep my sacred word for parole from this end.

Pray for any mercy if you are well enough. God is following you everywhere.
Looking for your hand.

What does the voice of the Devil really sound like
The anger withing your heart, boiling your brain

Its Snowing in London and my mates are drunk. Wild eyed and smiling
Snow covers our shoulders. This sounds like a good time right?

Lets hope so. Use your fucking head mate! One says to the other catching the thousand yard stare. "Tell you what Brother, I'll let you know how it all works out... fair?"

A letter to a female friend

I promised I would write you a letter.
Let me tell you the first thing that comes to my mind.
If you can work it out it would be the finest kind.
If you don't want to please don't try

Everything to wishful thinking
My heart has been emptied of tenderness
My experiance with such matters is a recurring and appalling reverie.
You could not have asked a more cavalier gentlemen friend
to tell you that there is no love that flows past The Boiling Blood River

A malevolent Grandmother
obscuring her unpleasantness
by doling out candies.
Sweeties on Sunday to The Good Children

Seek an answer with false pretense
Affectation expects a response?
That was a question.

desirious is the answer to all of this possessory
The end result being overwhelming consternation
Every move made with trepidation
There comes a time when motion ceases to be
Amaranthine extinction

In essence when people can just be happy with who they are and remove the expectation that someone is going to give a hooey.
Imagine oneself up on the Stock Exchange Banner
Why not, its not hard to imagine everything else up there in lights?

Future looking brighter... with ups and downs
Be happy with thatFind dignity and attractiveness in your own character
Develop a gravity field.
Tell the truth about how you feel
Lie and the end of the line will be just a few more moment down the track
Don't place your happiness in any hand but your own
It'll burn you to a fucking crisp

We want you to be happy all by yourself
By yourself
You won't win all of your battles. If you try you will perish in the trial

Life is a Bullet

This edition dedicated to G for helping me give my attitude a "fine tuning' this weekend passed. Life is a Bullet

Life is a bullet
All of the power is in the hold
Before the tranformation
In the release all is lost
Spent

The intrepid & courageous, cowards & deserters
For all the journey is travelled, the terminus we are alone
Everything is collateral.
The flowers and the blood born of the same parents

When the Great Sands The Time Sand.
Abrasive crunchy stuff
Destroys all the precious things
Chin down and eyes forward.
A fighters stand
Excersize in futility
Heroes do not balk in the face of such an undertaking
The pusillanimous by deed help define the brave

Winds blow armies in a thousand different directions
Circumstance divide everything.
The mob scatters when Hyenas approach
Irrespective of the organized assembly of officious sanctioned exsistance
Even the herd knows when its time to move. Instinct.

The worst has happened when the primer is lit
Irretreivable
The Muse is no more.

Will what I have in my heart allow me sleep?
It is my story to tell.
As blameless as a bullet could be
Righteous and True Beautiful colour Glaucophane Blue.

Confirmed King of the Has Beens. I've been to see The Wizard
Treacherous Lord of the Never Was There At All. Fictitious invention.

Unceremoniously come rain or shine
Uniform stainless steel pans' await both players

You are your story my friend.
Life is a bullet.
In one piece. Potent. Preordained to be spent.
Or forgotten.

Yeppir... all healed up