Disregard the wandering sentiment of second-class citizens who say semen syrup is too sweet to sip with a spoon. Sprinkle some salt on the situation. Sit down and speak your secrets in a soft serenade as I spark the sizzlean.
A boar by any other name...
No sympathy for the psychosis of secular citizenry attending their shopping center synagogues, solicitous strip-mall revelry subdued and confused from the steady stream of snorted stimulants and sedatives.
Sessile scarecrow simulacrum sends support for sickening sentiments as sedentary surface slugs select solid sections of soil to siphon sustenance.
From the source of the sediment strategic search and seizure saturation strafes soak up stubborn cellular symbiosis supplies while sum and substance sustain shrines to systemic subsidy spoliation skirmishes still sanctioned to share slices of salary on salt shakes, scale settlements, and stale security stipends.
Worship in the sacellum with the peasants where they may say that property is theft, but you can't steal sunshine from sheepskin strutting your shyness soullessly squandered squatting in secular squalor.
Separate their scarred songs of safety in nakedness from the starstruck awe of sacred shamelessness as they've said our skin is sin, Satan's secret scheme to supplant all species of seraphim's, sex kills and abortion is like IBM's punch card system of Schindler's list shitting stillborn carcasses down the septic cemetery.
Especially since Hitler's suppressed wish is a scholarship to the staple school for suicidal celebrity simpletons succumb to sanctuary sequestered in the soon-to-be settled seat of causality's outskirts.
Stick to simplexity, substantiate sufficiency, shun the sectarian circus of civil sedition, survive the squeezes you sweat, supplement the stress you suppress, suffer through the struggle that signifies the strain slipping sideways into stalemates, standoffs, shortcomings, severance setbacks, split suspensions, and spotlight sublimation scrapes, spread shackles, stretch sources, spin your speech in circular semantics.
Subordination ensures you sit and stay secure, satisfy the storm, stall the tsunami sea swell, stand fast, serve your self, the rest can rot in the seventh circle of schizophrenic shaman's hell.
Scrupulous skeletons sweeten the smell of scorching sulphur searing the seams of sanity, the abstract stereotype suits you, subdued sucker sight-seeing stunts, style square, stride stiff, swagger soft, sissy scared, surrender swift syndrome, cease and subsist sad to see the spinelessness in your spirit.
Seriously shut the fuck up and stop snitchin, you stupid bitch with your step sibling syndicate who thinks he can sell sand to Saudi sand-surfers and lease the Brooklyn bridge to Canadian tourists.