Division Circuit

Bad Cold

2012-01-13T03:54:00.000-08:00

Standing holding my jacket close to my skin; I didn't like the way I could feel things moving around me. I got lost in some county In our upcoming county fair. We will be hosting a wide variety of talent spilling into our county. WE HAVE got gorgeous folks who love putting swan and polling mogul rotten sour apples these things get to fuck if they want it can't get sacked. I slide back I feel cold air passing through me I am an open passage What carmel apple tantric Massive head injury cut deep into the boney area where lotsa skin and hair and blood get ripped up and you get scalped One purple night i got down on all fours you began to talk to me I danced in the open tumble seeds fiddling with a yo yo Think about how much control I have now think about how much you wanna control now roll the dice on the floor and see what your die cast to control you don't need to roll throw the dice you have if you feel wet be all fists and blow a hole in the center of my soul

The Wizard of Gauze

2011-10-10T10:26:00.000-07:00

Pale completed gets me at night

Puts a quarter to my heart puts a nail in my side

Every lady that he reads gets jumbled in his mind

But they gotta fight a lot and it isn't even right

'Cause when you're making love you're not thinkin' all the time

Her shoulder is full of head as he pleases through his whiskers his socks are in the corner talking to her sisters She takes his arm and folds it like a matchbook and slides it in her pocket like the two of them were spies acting like they're lovers they smoke for hours trying to always whisper and she smiles from the corner of her mouth and he smiles from the other

Every long line is a snake of satisfaction

I hate you crow

Teasing thing

Punch me bag

Got mean eyes

I gotta toss you

Got a weakness for tobacco

Ring around my window

Gotta poke my head into it

Gotta ring my shirt

Got wet shopping now I toss it to my feet

All covered in rain and something to do

Where I thought you might be

When you had more time to walk

I had more time to let myself go

I let myself go when you came flying from my field

I had to let it go

Cause there's black corn necklace

Face pain

Got black face paint

Bunch of spikes and driving rain

That spook came out of our sky

Wanted to wash us up

Saw my fear

Wanted to twist our metal

Wanted to scare me and punish me for hiding

I don't believe in evil things and meanings from word games

I don't want to see a field all ripped up by elements from a conjouror

Nothing makes you happy

Because you're a spasm of friction

Because you're the anxiety of permanent motion prolapsing

A whiskey vine sucking it's own tit

A gavel clasped for eternity by a novice in time

Lenny Deep Cuts

2011-10-08T19:54:00.000-07:00

There is no way you bad dull gaudy knifes
enter into me

There is no way you gotta get stoned gotta

Patch and clipped up facial features will unsnap and tar me for it

They mean to make you get over mix that

Every good dodge drives dead till tiny female rats get out for a

It might be the end. I think I've told my mind every

Bond she go tied to the ground sweat that has all they and where they sat to grow on your lap

she got scared when she got found your moan because when you wanna get cut there was a little hook sticking from her bone she never even had time to dip the spike of a straw a hammer a thing that batters thrust it like a rush

The needle starts talkin' tuff when you told the book you call it's bluff when it give you the chance to double or pass

It has to be every day all the time raining knifes

Every man in a black sack has a piece of meat in his mouth

How many of these sickening totem painted off white

counter man

2011-04-18T14:02:00.001-07:00

Fur coat reeling on a black top feeling
You got a ways to go if you want to find me this evening
I want a little trick to wake me up a little
All the shops stay open
We got to get a gift for Mr right
Mr black tie has a something big to see
We got a boat full of ruff goin on
It's a black top lover
We got to get back out on the street
We got to walk to get there
We have to go and see the boat get docked
Gotta see the door get locked
And the bully get sock
We gotta get the bully goin
But its too late for our counter man

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2011-04-18T02:29:00.000-07:00

gold words that clang a chorus of thread

get mortored and metal brittle nuts and tongues going all night

get strangled by peace love and slavery

you so far away disguise in a whole world of wool sacks and sand faces

everyone has tyrant cards up sleeveless shawls waiting for emergency

nothing is right in moon lit fear in clay hotels that generate candle hesitation

nothing being a charge for anything in active

it is a crime to exist

it is a crime of freedom a pilgrimage of pilgrim energy and integrity

we've been placed in direct opposition

we are scrambled sets of atomic innovation

victims of survival in house broken ideologues

shambles of deceased laboratory animals

Hairspray and Fire

2011-04-07T13:43:00.000-07:00

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Please feel free to send me any questions or links that could pertain to this message.
Limit your response to 5 section short bursts without extending the intervals
I'm in need of unlocking several of the hubs in the rear of my rambler near the conjoined lobby passage way.
The snake is not a success.
Each time you take a step
You'll find me right behind
Each time you go to sleep I close in right behind
I take the clues of the midnight news and deliver it to your mind
I want to hold a globe that lets me see inside that has every angle that lets me see your DNA

Your desk your mellon your pole spinning fish crust that energizes it is a river of snot
Is it thankful sheet from your dryer hairspray and fire
I gotta a little clue that holds it up for you
If you got a candle wick I will be your candle stick
Spray me with your wet parade I cap you with my leather hat
Because sometime I like to soften that

cold night

2011-04-06T03:21:00.000-07:00

You make a grave and a dwarf punishment
Harold a gold god letter
Blame a stuck feast for lacquer and germ
Boggle a single way to squirm
Glowing light on top of a megastructure
It bleeds on your calf
A gravy sperm brown and acid
Your scab cover in a gold metal ring puss and chalky white castle
Loosely affixed on scaly greasy skin your skin cabin your body lodge
Your body cottage your blood tubes megnetism
Your blood and jaw hammocking haphazard squashed into a potato sack
Bullied out of divinity lust and sculpture sack fleeced
Undone curly cum you clawfoot cub you black lash
Crisp thin leaves white behind my eyes cold fast wind and bare thin stalks
Wisp of reeds without sounding sentimental
It brushes my eyes perimeter

Gear

2011-02-07T19:18:00.000-08:00

They'll be coming for me soon
They will be coming for you too
They catch you while your guard is down
They'll want to take you out around

You will laugh and joke and soon forget
Into the ribs the knife will stick

Where you once had sympathy
All is gone
Where you once had friends
All is gone

any
day
.

Careful

2010-12-05T22:07:00.000-08:00

Everything is coming back
A bunch of this and a bunch of that
I'm getting high with you riding an electric horse
I'm coughing a lot and letting my skin go slack

A million new Ideas getting set for this rage
My eyes go black My eyes go in

Ready to tare a new prize cut into your peach red slime
I'm ready to touch your central nerve
I want to see you twitch and be my gold love ocean
I smell you and want to touch your taste
You taste like flesh and I want to spasm and grow complete
You move me this way and that
You're cast in crimson and black
You're a gallon of ecstasy and I am overflowing

EXAMINE EVERY CUT(TER)

2009-06-10T03:17:00.000-07:00

When I let it go I spoke to the wind
I cut my face and my blood was mixed with sweat
On the bus on the way down town every little girl asked me
"What happened to your face"
I said I cut myself shaving
I was looking in the mirror
On the way to the art store it got so hot
Everybody was skateboarding and a ton of Mexicans on Mexico street
Every bar had a new hard body
The new ninja is auto erotic now it's time to choke the chicken squared
If I had followers we'd battle it out until there was no one left
What dragged me down first was a rock van going on a path near a river while a dog or some of us were miles behind and we had to double back and pick everyone up and hope we made it to the show on time
The thing about guitar rock is
The thing about the whole music mess is
It's the future of war and a big excuse
when the gods circled around man and told him that he was aloud one invisible god that would govern all of the godless souls this god will be named rock and roll
When god had a miracle he circled his car around and picked a man or a women and took him to a stadium to watch a new form of rock and roll called music festival rock where every peasant was aloud one hacky sack and one mambo sock and one liter of beer and one liter to hold up

Soft Difficult Fat Increase

2009-06-10T03:14:00.000-07:00

Okay<

I have a warrant out for my arrest
I was having a wonderful time and some wave of bullshit tweed descended
Okay this flip-o twat with a red rocket a kid with a hollow guitar
A red light goes off in my head
Sustains my erection and my false notion
I paddle the water with my re-float that I strain a bag of cocaine through
THAT I DODGE THE STARS IS TO SAY I SEE THE LIGHT
I don't pay or pray to light like a feeble creature
I am not amused by... listen we human have a higher capacity
Us human are able to pay homage to multiple levels
That great euphoria is an e

That great euphoria is a euphemism for fear twitching in a capsule
Where is her body
Our lace and our vision of goddess
You crave her touch in solitary
Her ripe pure breast
What a women has as a natural utensil
They can be a needle that sews
I was ready for extended
I want to lay right out on the table
She is fruit She is cherry as cherry is gold
She is liquid and makes the river flow the river of blood
I smell her flesh and we die with every season
One day at a time where we burn and freeze the day
I want to die with her
I want to fill her grave

DAVID LYNCH TITS AND ALL WTF???

2009-06-10T03:12:00.000-07:00

I'm getting my new wheel greased
you know
It's time to start the gradual flow

Leather Leather Leather
Glitter Glitter Glitter

It is a scrambled thing new Los Angeles cutter good old fobs and crispin gutter ass he's like god damn I'm hot and wet and lynch leans over and sez hand me white wine spritzer I know because lsd is a 3d lense into the agroaromatic moment cruncher of the new sleeze

DEAR MISTER TWIN PEAKS DAVID LYNCH,

Stellar new art, however... for the new danger mouse record come on and seriously
you have not slackened your eye for your own work gawd why danger mouse<<
THIS FUCKING TWEED???

And James Mercer you say it goes with the tunes and that's the important part stop me if Im wrong but this is a blatant example that we dont follow you

OLD MAN TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR LIFE IM NOT LIKE YOU

DAVID LYNCH TIMES DANGER MOUSE EQUALS what?

nothing because anything times zero equals nothing

WTF

So see here is me with my eyes in the back of my head doing lynch better than lynch
If we want soda pop we drink coke not neuvo bitch

Erotic Slide Zone

2009-06-10T03:08:00.000-07:00

So---------

The ocean is becoming what it's all about again

Jealousy is thus becoming the ocean

I have been stunted on my little horse

Drag races and a few leaves and feathers

Here is the News++++++++++

You've made your withdraw from the blood bank

We're your children and letting the bat out of the bag BEWARE

2009-06-10T03:01:00.000-07:00

Listen to this loud on headphones late at night drunk and stoned

Jealousy "We're having your children" from Mark Treise on Vimeo.

Jealousy "letting the bat out of the bag" from Mark Treise on Vimeo.

Sentenced to Life & Karaoke Hell

2009-06-10T02:44:00.000-07:00

Please listen to my new effort "Sentenced to Life" All the songs are on the Jealousy myspace page. Best experienced through headphones.

Some of these songs you'll realize are "covers" of songs or deconstruction/reconstructions 3 in all...
They are these videos. It's kind of a Karaoke (k) Hell (hole).
thnx to C.manson,G.harrison,Primates eating brains back up dancers

"The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by Jealousy from Mark Treise on Vimeo.

Jealousy w/ Fleetwood Mac "the Chain" from Mark Treise on Vimeo.

Jealousy w/ the Beattles "A day in the life" from Mark Treise on Vimeo.

SEE YOU UNDERGROUND
JLSD

It's discontinued time for you to marvel at...

2008-08-10T12:57:00.000-07:00

Clocks drown gears locked swordfish
The ticking sounds of time have stopped and flounders
A crib of books empty of letters a cod amongst longs
She'll drown you in time and drown you of your sorrow
You are a painted cliff or a rock sculpture
Taking absorbing glue glass fountain office park
Division Circuits of Time
We're screwed up and screwed over
We are trapped under 30 ft. piles of rock
Breathing through a screw driver looking for a potato

Skyscraper thorns quills red means danger weather balloon
Intertwine feminine intention is a slick rubber hatch
How much of mine am I a lover
Comes with an answer dripping from the hatch
She is shakable She puckers at the table
She puts salt on her puss to make it edible
She served court by posing as a gargoyle
Everyone capable is of "making decisions"
We are unbeknownst to decision making factors
An intensely integrated circuit of that-
That divides us whole
That makes us martyrs of unimportant cause
Because of majors and minors
That distract continuum
That create divisions of one
As such that sometimes lead to brilliance
And sometimes creates benign
People who don't drink know plenty of alcoholics

We’re getting shocked all over

2008-08-09T18:02:00.000-07:00

thinking about getting train tracked
my eyes rolled out of my head and underneath a family plains traveler cart
cars on my street go faster and slower explode when they park
I live next to a bar and people come and go real nuts like olives
this designates choices this guitar solo
explains why the lettuce isn't fresh isn't like us it is real expensive
you made a choice you wanted to die by getting rid of your blood
you didn't want to share your blood with the earth
It was in you and you are on it mad at the planet
you wanted a bare refrigerator and you told that joke wrong
you'll never fix your car and your lung is a prune
chasing a young grape and pickles and cucumbers
we ran out of train track and drove the train back
there are nights when she thought she wouldn't lose her temper and
she asked the doctor if she could get him to make her tits bigger
because her new boyfriends fingers were bigger than her ex-boyfriend's
and if she was ever going to get him to mary her she's going to have
to start doing things for him and she thought this was an honest
kind of expressions like running a red light to get to the liquor store before 2am
he'd boasted for a good 30 minutes about understanding pornography
two people meet each other on the train
he decides to walk up to her an see if her tits were real by asking a question
that would also insure he would give her his phone number
so he said
"hey baby give me a call and let me know if your tits are real"
he smiled and gave her his buisness card
it was a number that transfered you to the publishers clearing house
headquarters

My head needs to release some steam I can't have all this heat in my head

Nothing Jams

2008-08-09T18:01:00.000-07:00

Goes striagth t i m cllear a s a falcon a falconer that man weho has yahwaiae cocin bird on his tassled trowers brid snort san bit and flys free. not a free land land no more this section is mark ed for them and that one os for ys merica is geitttinf merciles ans a bottemless packagede of peaches i realsiecexed and exabstract easy live is marked foar mor no more fear

kinda a ball of hate that taps on my own shoulder and I don't want to own that
I can be clear as a crystal liver and like a river lay it all out for you

I'm just sick and tired of being so talented and unused
I'm like free never ending blood for the people that need it so bad

We know what it's like my light

we're the lamps the thrive while the sun sleeps
we make it beautiful

you make me alive
i love you

Can you see what leper sees

2008-08-09T18:00:00.000-07:00

They've made a call
To my cell
They dialed disease
I had to answer
You know when you see all a tree's branches and leaves blow off in a hurricane
And infected feels like a mistake and it's not
I am motion sickness, moving sickness
There are scorpions in my chest shadow boxing
I'm the dull bell's dull ringing tone
My head gets all the pressure and doesn't get it
My voice is hobbled and limps on a limp dick
I can smell every season in my fever
Every season I have been ill
I am homeless lying in my bed weighed to it by stone and mortar
I am unfamiliar and apprehensive
Fragile and cold
All of my tasks that lie before me are roads for disease to travel freely
I'm a cat caught mouse toyed with before beheaded
My blood flows like a mountain stream clear and chilled
My head is thick and my mind is numb
I speak through my nose silently

Hundreds slid into my bedroom walls and started working on me, prodding me, provoking me.
I flinched and squirmed to all their advances.
I could not figure out why they were here.
I was petrified and thought that I could die from fear. I could be the fear of death.
Like a king's robe. I could be earth's trees, fish scales or an orange's skin.
Or could I be death in fear? The pulp of it.
The molten lava and the fangs. Was I turning on myself?
I could only tell the force in multiples but I knew it was unity.
I will always know that my silence will be planned.
That what lies before me is a trampled trail.
We are governed by forces.
Herded by that which is not cognitive.
Pushed by knowing by those and that that doesn't know.
That big full emptiness and everything else.

Hello Garbage

2008-08-09T17:59:00.001-07:00

Guess what word friends you're chastisers
You tear tendon my heart skin cough chicken death
Warning bell huge siren
Flanked lacerations tearing into me
Cutting into me
Flat sheet rain hedge hill grove state U air water is a water tunnel to walk through
I'm just sick of life 'cause I'm cast out of it
PALE with my thick lips that want to chew our pulp maelstrom
Honey I sweeten for you
I'm the sweetest damn thing and so are you

Children I used to be content
You become the growing man beware
Who is is frozen there
Just doesn't know
What I mean is your dumb brain doesn't get it or thinks it is smart enough to grasp it
Listen this is what what happens:
1. You become an enriched doctor who is constantly parading
a. doctor cap
b. bad breath
BAD BOASTER
Doctors boast and make ya feel like shit and you know why? because people punish eachother from all walks of life you know why????????????? because no one knows how to express themselves shit heads cause you get caught up in all the machinery and it's going to get you down you know why???? that high horse is a bitch and you're tricking your goddamnselves the rithum of africa understands, the river excetra EX SET TRA we fucked up the goddamned society and it it is sad and I have a human emotion that drips like a faucet sink

FUCK YOU

Unrealistic pt. 1

2008-08-09T17:58:00.001-07:00

Well I really am trying to get through it. Past a frozen frustration. Past a lot of signs that scream stop or go another way. But, no alternative routes are purposed. What could I do? Where could I go? How could I change?

I was given these fingers and these eyes. I have thousands of days to strain and wear them out. I am using my body. My body is an instrument and a manipulatable object. I'm a coaster sponge and a spreader and seed caster. I am the disease the infected and transmutation.

While staying near the surface I'll scurry my muck and my perception. I'll try and think about a one foot pigeon till I walk past a one foot veteran to buy pain killers from him. I'll think about him peering from a shadow with a shiv trying to kill me, while I feel her breast on my sleeve, while I think about her chest, how it's compelling. While she's away I'll feel my pain being killed, how that means that my pain has shifted space for muscles relaxed and muscle relaxing activities can inhabit me. Like to be relaxed and stoned and do it anyways. It's getting in touch immediately. Having something to do. Every young punk fucks-up because he wants something to do. Wants to feel.

Sterility is contemplating luck and opportunity. Like fishing for a fish that's already been caught. You can try and get what you think but, it's not going to be what you thought.

hold on man

Wanting and Waiting

2008-08-09T17:57:00.002-07:00

Well, I guess Liza's plane took off about 2 hours ago. She left here around 1045. The first hour I think I was in kinda shock. I wanted to try and sleep some more, but couldn't. It's much too hot. It's always too hot when my situation is most futile. It has to really feel like the summer for my blues to really sink in. The second hour I was motivated and determined to set in and be productive. I thought "If I'm going to have all this space and free time while Liza is away I might as well use it to be very industrious". So, I rearranged the room a little and worked on recording for about an hour and half. That's when the fear and anxiety started to sink in. Should I drink a beer? Should I take some morphine? I can't talk to Liza because she's 30,000 feet above the earth. I cleared the room up a little bit, but Liza won't be coming home tonight and not tomorrow and over and over. She is flying to New York. I got a phone call from Amanda who is in Minneapolis. She made me feel more at ease. I also started drinking a beer. Amanda told me to hang out with Jonny who is back in town from Chicago. I said " Well sure but Jonny doesn't have tits and ass" and Amanda said something like "I didn't know you were like that, needing tits and ass all the time" and I've been smoking a lot of pot or cigarettes or yelling or something and I've partially lost my voice, so, when I talk it squeaks and I figured how ever I would answer if whether or not I needed tits and ass all the time, if I could get it, would sound silly so I said nothing, you know.

My daily rootine m-f from when I wake up to noon (my routine pt1)

2008-08-09T17:57:00.001-07:00

730am hit snooze for maybe fifteen minutes
747am get up maybe eat or shower or update Ipod
810am smoke a couple bowls of weed try and find keys
835am get to chocolate shop put on music
843am mark takes trays off chocolate smell chocolate eat a couple pieces of chocolate
900am draw a shot of espresso eat a power bar or maybe bagel/oatmeal etc..
910am send out texts make call check e-mail (cellphone time)
917am maybe pretend to do something in stock room and use restroom
928am make my hair look weird take off hat sunglasses put on work shirt
930am-12pm Send out loads of texts, make boxes of chocolates for white trash euro trash trash etc rude or sensible people yadadada yawn...talk to coworkers about zombies or other coworkers or about going out or seeing mia or cat power or listen to the new tokyo motorcycle club or talk about some chick this guy is kinda into over and over and over it has its moments (smoking pot helps SO much!) going to the mall everyday is a great way to be surrounded by a bunch of strangers It's also a real safe bet for a place to go to have real mundane conversations about something you want to buy with a guy that has to humor you because he is getting paid to placate you because he probably owes somebody money or has just graduated college and you haven't gotten placed somewhere that you deserve based on your credentials but THE MARKET IS SATURATED YOU MISERABLE FUCKERS! Market St is saturated with a lot of miserable motherfuckers and I can't sort out all the different derelicts from all walks of life conjoined with their company of nowhere nothingness sucking us all headlong into it WHO ARE WE TRYING TO SAVE AND WHY???

In the Nightmare Version of Dreams

2008-08-09T17:56:00.003-07:00

Getting all hacked up by confetti holograms
In a conical stream
Like a lariat tights and stalking
A wall perforated with holes
Screams disco ball strobe lights
Walking hermaphrodite hairspray fire escape
Old horse murder victim road away on
Day and night
Night and Day
Chopping up frenzy
Bloodshot eye shadow stalker
Angry lot attendant
Bent over lover falling down a stairless staircase
Or a ramp or whatever
Hammering a chisel head
Sitting on a chain link fence
Mid lake in Mid sentence in Mid nowhere
To squander
To lay to rest
To heavenly hold and bare chest
Wreath of bright red berries
Holster for arrow
Carving skin off a skull
And playing an organ under bright lights
Brightly played notes like bloody tears on a bloody window
Dripping with a gallon of horse blood
Smeared by an angry farmer or one of his fucked up children
Fresh from slaughter on any given Sunday
It will be there mosaic and phosphorescent
Like a blood nativity scene
From a bloody Elizabethan nightmare scene
Like a screen of blood clogging wind flow
Through a net of tide together holes evenly divided
Like matchbook matches or a bag of bags
Or book's pages bound by machine
Broken silence broken by the sound of silence broken
Anybody can drown in any body of water
Can anybody be saved from being bloody murdered on any given Sunday
By an angry father or one of his fucked up children
Angry at being fathered in the first place he fucked a hermaphrodite
In a frenzy
Falling down holster
Bent over being fucked
Bleed sheep's blood
Hammering a chisel head
Bloody tears on a bloody window pane
Strangled by a drunk cowboy's lariat
In the Nightmare Version of Dreams

Black Flowers

2008-08-09T17:56:00.001-07:00

Inside an endless tunnel

forever on her scent
like the first smell
and you love her for every night
she lays damp
and you lay strict
erect in your desire to place her in precious jewel everlasting
you know of her orgasm
the light that is her curled in you
stuck in your brow
and in your sprawling foreverness
flowers curving outward
putting legs and your dick and your body hard
making a machine pure of love and grace
her body the moaner
her body the cool orgasm
that fills my life
that makes me complete in feeling
we intwined in love and exclusive detatchment
that is us put together
and I love you my love
the hardest rock
and the softest most fragrent flower
that smells of life
that looks of it
the intricate beauty
the best I have ever had
liza my love
my liza
my love