The great alarm destroyed my cell phone. And I was left with no connection to the outside world. Until I got my first smartphone which I'm holding now. A little over a year ago I got a smartphone. It's my first smartphone I wondered what can I do with this? I decided to try to write a full-length book with it. Not only would it be a full-length book, but it would be completely done with voice recognition. Knowing full well the downfalls and the mistakes and the mutilated sentences that in the best of circumstances voice recognition does. And play that into the book, my next idea to write an epic length folk song. A folk song that goes on for tens of thousands of words. Influenced by the rambling wilder side of Bob Dylan and such. A crazy rambling kind of psychedelic folk tradition.
And to make it a prose poem without a plot. Because this book will be voice recognition, it will be almost pointless trying to make a coherent plot. No plot could be expected to remain clear therefore I made a long Poetic folk song ramble. And based on William S Burrough's concept of cut-ups. You cut up a selection of texts and rearrange them randomly. To make it more coherent you look for certain words like "Window" or "Fire" or whatever you choose to make a theme. I decided to come up with certain keywords that mean different things. Certain words that would be repeated certain ideas. But the word grins was heard by the smartphone to be grams. Grin becomes Gram. Antlers used as another theme another unifying Factor. Handstands representing freedom and joy, a childish burst of free pleasure. The Spider God as the good god of dreams. The god of Random. And the evil God the Great Alarm. An alarm clock festering in the center of the universe, an evil being that sucks away your happiness, condensing the happy moments and expanding the unhappy moments to feed off of misery. And I Incorporated lots of my Midwest Mythos/Pagan Kansas ideas into it.
Thank you and death to the Great Alarm.
The man the man is in the town, his hearse powered by lassoed nurses with hunchbacks. We gotta get back there our pubic hair is growing in a field somewhere. Fools playing pool in an all night drinking bath. And girls dance and laugh on tables during the bloody aftermath.
When she speaks, the wooden beak strapped around her head clacks to the beat of what she said. When she wiggles cascades of colored light jiggles off her glitter-coated shroud. This is the mood that the Druids found us and it made her head spin and made the bed spend it was a true druid fluid chocolate or a super moon. I munch down on smooth tacos nacho fluids in my grave. I dreamt for a hundred thousand days. So now I live in the shelter belt.
Night of sudden unexpected carnivals. When did they raise up that great ziggurat? I don't recall seeing that last week. Spontaneous late night carnival where I got my tarot read by a topless young reader with a wooden mask strapped over her face, it would clack when she talked. Vivid bright cards.
That's the night I did my first handstand.
He's been wondering these fields for a long time. Wandering the fields for years and years. Sometimes grabbing new sets of clothes off of clothes Lines that flapped drying in the breeze. Scarecrow lived in the shelter belt you know. They bent me they sent me away. Occur even grave light to send frost. In a tomb burial mound and all too soon this is what I have found hanging out in the moon underground. mocks the street walks toxic walks The ghost across the lost from peaches Meditational beef. astrological cheese. Will fermented breeze. Night of neon ghost tragic aftermath to our lysergic host. Models wearing goggles. Born in the dust storm churning with the blurring the worrying Sands. Crusty stacks of misfortune. The storm shelter collapsed inside of itself during a storm. Nobody was hurt but they didn't help anybody either. So I got a job at the question Mill. You've got to take a lot of pills calm down that temper and chill when you work it, when you work at the chest gin mill. You've got a walk a Sane line even though it's coated with a slippery slime when you work at the sin grin mill. The boss will try to cop a feel, the smell or if she's female what's the deal? shaking it on break for the boss was a big mistake. Signing up here might cost you your rear. The mill the mill, going to burn it down fuck the mail and all that work there. And fuck the God damn boss as he does the twerk there.
Bring it on. Flavorful candied spider web cones. Vape drip in your mouth from the roof all of these spider webs strands face coated stretch when you move sticky sticky sweetness it's sticking to you. I've got a little place underground you should come visit. Bring those pre-roasted marshmallows. Bring your favorite Santa Claus Mask. Bring it on, crucify a Scarecrow on the Lawn For all to See. It's a dusk deed that must be. Until You do it you Can't be free.
Take a long walk through the city completely naked late at night. You might go below the overpass road meet a scarecrow who will give your genitals a bite. You might grow raisins in the rain while singing the national anthem backwards. You might drink a flask under the overpass saluting the moon and all its perfume it's time like blooms of beauty. Tomb-like blooms of Silverlight plumes. Sparkle like orange reflections in the rust colored midnight. Dedicating the third sandwich to my soul here's to you soul.
I used to work in that shop on the edge of town, we would varnish wooden ducks. That's it just varnish wooden ducks. The company somehow managed to stay alive. But we would just wait around for someone to bring in a wooden duck for us to varnish. Sometimes for weeks we would wait. After that movie came out, "Wooden ducks in 3D" Business picked up a lot. We have some luck the Ducks we would varnish to perfection you could comb your hair looking in the varnished ducks reflection. Beautiful times, varnished ducks. So we dine on solid wine we feast on liquid beast.
Flavored smokes Waft above people laugh ride giraffes. And what comes next we get erect.
Going to saddle up and go to biscuit town. There's lots of chalk in the air. There's lots of ground above ground. There are things that we can do right there. Heading off we're in a sackcloth to biscuit town.
Laughing at the Men's custom to your skin you know where we went and you know where we've been.
And we Prance stock and shout wearing costumes funky mass we shake your ass about town it's about time lets go down the alley to vomit. But we still shine there is an extra stash of wine behind the line. And the party continues since we coil in the alley as we toil at the biscuit factory. This is no life for a scarecrow this is no life worth scarecrow another young scarecrow who just wants to be free and shake his meat into the wind.
Even if your meat is a chuck of corn. Even if your smile is painted on, a permanent grin. You got rides still like your salad in the middle of the night just got rides to fly your own butterscotch candy kite. What event is sonic in a strawberry have white flowered jimson cone like antlers from the side of his head. And the scarecrows worship the spider God they can see the cobwebs spread across the stars. They give blood sacrifice in the form of crows you know. Now we go down to the shroud showdown thread we go it alone our feet wet with snow that's cool where we go trumpet calls of gin-soaked scarecrows. Under the stressed each and it keeps on going and then write the word like paper plates contain offense scripts and are blowing flapping in the wind.
Crazy depraved freaks shining, selling watermelons on the other side of the river but if you go there you may not return. Sexual slavery and torture are their special needs that love to feel better they love her and you. Sexual genocide in the rolling hills late at night so many people crucified to burning telephone poles. And that's not good at closing hour in the darkest most depressed bars and we're wondering who we are as we take that last long drag. The soft of the road and the wavering fishtail home.
I came out tonight and things don't seem right. Things don't seem right. We shouldn't be out there working in the wind, it might slap you down shouldn't be out there driving these debris will pop your tires as they drags across town. You know I'm staying inside by the flower looking out the window in the desk with strange rain. Some sleep in the gym because they can't come in. Sofa on the same train will leave the skin and that's great, Biking battalions of bats. Bats that hang out all day and all night not scared of the light. Scarecrows take off their clothes to dry right on the garden hose. The farm animals escaped into the city and got jobs. Online Eskimo people back again cool tonight. Outside some kind of strange college storm it's come out tonight yet things don't seem right, things don't seem right. We shouldn't be out walking in the wind might slap you down shouldn't be out driving to bring your pocket. I'm just a dragon go close to write you know on staying inside the file looking out the window we need a strange wine. I'm trying late this game and about scratch talking to tell You insist apps that are the hangout on tonight and will not use get off the light. Wise crows take off their clothes to dry right on the god in bog fog the from flogged skating to the city jobs 701 lost tomorrow. Towing has begun. People been suits plant is texting against hope someday done speak allowed about alarm calendar tonight with college and a ride wing stop did get anything abrasive I'm People hanging on to their phone as the night roars outside and it doesn't look good. Some kind of strange colored storm in a spree cup. You never know what will grow last year we grew an Eskimo
. Meanwhile, food hoarding has begun. People all bent with splinters in their back's been against the hot Sun.
Don't speak aloud about our muffin calendar. Bruise the night with your vile agenda. Bright wings turbid gazing. Abrasive angels change floss regularly. Who knows what nuns go nightly into the panty raids. Who sings nachos beyond our understanding. What makes a caramel noose how to get loose from one.
And in the out building we've got rows upon rows of different hues different colors different tastes and scents of chalk so much chalk you can walk for 3 minutes passing by these rows of chalk and counting sticks and in the out building we've got roses pond road of difference use different colors different tastes it gets you off. Chalk so much chalk you can walk 3 minutes passing by bees rows shocking counting dicks, sticks of chalk. I cannot speak, I need a drink. Then I shall strap on a colorful beak of chalk, on the lawn I shall walk, spart up a tree stump, know a feathered lie curtain for certain.
Miles after that I wreck into a soda trailer. The carbonated color is all splashing merrily in the air. Lost my hair in that crash. It made it tough to do the Monster Mash.
Grim motherload at Choke town. We dance around trees with flowers pinned to our knees.
In the absence of God, the Easter Bunny has taken control of this world. He's got hard boiled colorfully dyed eggs for everybody His glory is unfurled. He has a cape made of the downy soft feathers of baby chicks. His shirt is made from woven grass. His voice echoes out across the abyss his eyes they gleam with madness and bliss and sexuality that's the Easter Bunny one sex machine so to speak.
Move your legs to the beat of the grave. Watch yourself you're being stalked by a sneaky elf. Don't turn down that lane a random driveby crossfire shot will expose your brain. Don't dance next to him or he'll grow an extra set of tits. Strange smooth beauty. Always changing colors. Like in liquid form. Someone who could get lost in the crowd and stay that way always changing form. Checking into endless motels under assumed names. Cooking up strange drugs not yet identified by the DEA. Unspeakable parties on the rooftop
Unspeakable acts in secret labs. Unspeakable tacks deflate tires on the road.
A marching band of skeletons. Playing sullen oompas in the rain. Sexual charity aftermath. Stygian hookers refried meets tangent warlord.
What season was that anyway that hazy forgotten misplaced yesterday? Some sort of strange season I don't know. It came and gone there wasn't any snow.
Do the flip dance chafe your face.
Do the flip dance then go to space. Crouch among rocks and howl like a banshee. Long drags off the bad cold bottle. Singing the national anthem backwards during a rainstorm.
Good cows do as they are allowed. Good cows feel shame and are not proud.
Yes will lather at the river. Press jesus loves meat. No more tomb at the inn. Fucking the donut hole with a sticky dicky.
Get the pre-fuck out of here She's my bumping pumpkin. And you know something, it's humid in the room and we've been inflating balloons. stacked souls outside the door, we burn them to stay warm. This might seem cruel but it gets us through the yule.
And no ones qualified to Mourn. I'm going to lick the entire horizon. All saliva stained with this distain amidst the golden lampstand your gender is beyond the Laughing map. Snap out slap-up great alarm cog wheel cup. We go down the Sun, the lost world bright beads of sun eats meat of your dreams. soul FLAC night plaque got to get the fuck out. Street is no good there is no wood here slack supplies
and a little bit of beer.
Disaster Road claims martial artist with a lisp. Green antlers on his head. Shaking his hips. You've got to do it you've got to slip threw it.
Class warfare involving ass cannans. Super fruit pagan brute knows his own strength. Parents are those waffles like a mother fucker you should know. selling clams beside the road you should know he's got a load. He lives in Colorado. Take a cart ride to the cheddar north. your feet stuck
in the prairie grass of Southfield during the rainy season. Reeds whisper your name and the wind never settles. And we take wearable antlers wherever we go. I've got a telescoping Cannon, and I take it with me man.
Mighty triad of biscuit vendors martial artist practicing lethal karate chops. civil wrong activists doing bad stuff in the alley. night of sunless black. Tax spread upside down. true troubadours scold me and you by fours. I've been collecting dust from all over the world. A satchel that's full. Chinese puzzle necklace. Tip the tits as they jiggle by. You might want to try the two foot long foot long. It defies certain aspects of reality
gravity is just a theory. A bingo parlor in total darkness is system of trust and faith soon to break down an abandoned building method ripped all the copper and precious metal out. My tuxedo is really neato a group whatever tits are within reach I've got money I slap it around as I preach. The rules don't apply to me you see.
It's a long day on this Chalky highway. Coughing up the plumes of chalk powder that spin like dust devils four hours after my car has past. And I'm almost out of gas.
What can you do? Knights with white sweat tans, dishonest monks trying to get a feel of your junk, trying to get a grab on your trunk. What can you do, when they pursue you if you resist, they will sue you. Horny greasy oily monks who want to do you. The Virgin swims. The bird it dims. Our lungs all stuffed with butter. Appraise this which hazel kit. Beyond the wall I'm going to get. I'll tell you all what's on the other side. I might bring back a blushing bride. Or maybe I'll get eaten by midgets. Beyond that wall a big towel mystery there is no reference to it in history. I moved into a house of bread. I have no job and I slowly ate it. Ate myself out of house and home, ate like a hungry little gnome. Ended up winning ended up living in the woods... and it would rain potato chips nightly. Those were better times. My mattress stuffed with dollar bills. I could buy some liquid thrills. I could get high and supply the whole neighborhood it was good. But then they got a dark kit. Marxists cornered the market. I'll start can vent it went on like this. Random Cheers for No apparent reason. Those moldy Mobile clock hits. Those new seasons. Those ancient forgotten holidays that have returned. Meager believers bitch slap concealers. Those errand boys with shiny balls. The league for the meager. The post tennis age believer. We stammer about now, we ride a cow six of us on Gus Wow! And we walk all forlorn on the yellow brown wizard lawn, crying crystals, cousins too dry to cry and it's too hot to smoke pot got to go inside and bake like a rancid potato you know. Got to click your wrist to the fibers, you got to get inside or you've got to twitch. You really really got to twitch.
So I walked around with antlers on my head instead of a crown and I've got to keep on underneath I'm naked. I survey the kingdom all that I survey until the Sun comes up. Not around I'm really fucking drunk. Stumbling is good exercise frenzy blackout activity always helps strengthen the body.
It is a chalk chewing contest. Who can eat the most chalk in 24 minutes? The judge is a beautiful topless lady wearing antler horns. Later she will jiggle her naked tits for the winner. Prepare for the square dance virus that will kill tens of thousands as it plagues through our land. The horrible, sinister, and even bad square dance involuntary don't matter if your balls are hairy you're going to get up and you're going to kick shit to the beat of a long dead band, man. That is unless you've been chewing on chalk which protects you from the square dance virus. Chewy chewy chocolate chalk. . In a humorous erotic fix we press our chat together. The night is full of the bugs and bugs full of cicadas.
Meanwhile I've got a mountain of caffeine powder. I've got it just on the front of my sweater. And I'm jogging internally. I'm bouncing up and down frowning at the Sun. Caffeine powder summer watch it go up like a fuse born to burn, born to lose. Born to scrape the Sun off the fucking math.
A windchime of crow beaks clacks facts, morse code in the morning breeze. Forever tether the dark forest. Connected USB 3 to me. I'm so silent in my tree playing with a handful of mercury. Griffin trip some drops on those to walk the name.
Dawn the lane feeling pain the scarecrow hangs his head in shame. what is done cannot be undone he's a freak with a beam with a leather togetherness and a feel for the wheel when he's feeling his chill. he's ashamed of all the things that he's up to and going to get to next week. Bask in shame ride and lies. it's a happy little misty morning sunrise dew on this whew that was vomited up by you. So we bathe in the grave. split the sunshine. remodel our cells after dead scarecrows and burn the dawn. we hunt for Easter eggs with handguns. we go for a walk with a mouth full of chalk. We cut her bangs and do other things. We rush out and go bird watching shortly after it rains. We like those antler horns on our heads there adorned. Casting ancient spells at night getting drunk as fuck naked in the bathtub that's filled with wine. It's a good time you should be there drunk.
Interglobal beef Lords. Produce hybrid meat on alien streets. I have a suitcase full of scar tissue. A soda addiction that stacks cans in the corner some of them bloodstained. I've got to take expensive medications just to get up in the morning. I'm well known among the unknown. cheddar Sun burn bright cheese fumes light up tombs. Ancient rancid the dances we glance at. we should move down the rainbow. we redecorate the lake. We attach artificial legs to snakes. we still wax in elevators. We know no mask we laughing last. we escort ducks across the dawn. armored with glowing talismans. wind chimes shine in her hair. her ankles decked out in colored cobweb patterens. Unusual carrots float in space. Chocolate milk caravans at the border. night of electrostatic rain. hot tubs full of porn. scarecrow uprising and a frost of morning
bile sunset . Ride up to the brim ride up to the brim. Horrible hugs in the meaty under Cavern.
Hand me enough for lost time is 12 off. Gonads in the snow. pecker vector meat plow. Superfloss wanderer starless windbreak 3 nipples into town. the fuck station the Marxist police officer the crown on a pig. We've got wreaths on our vests. We've got seashells in our pockets. And we've got our minds elsewhere. We've got mail order replacement pubic hair. There's a calendar in the town there's a chalk walk near the park and I like to go there after dark. After closing hour when it's illegal to devour all the sweet fruits that grow there. Universal curfew now town goes dark after that sun goes down I still remember the girls. I was wondering now there parking lots a lot of frost a lot of nipple whipped nickel built bleach kiss a lot of Ivy concealed under our hair held by ears as we survey the swingdom.
The go go go and get Now, it's time for that crazy parade midnight in the center of town. everybody wearing masks all fucked up and ready to get down. have you ever wondered why the sky is so bright. What the fuck is the way to pay the shave the way tonight. Gray shadings shroud allowed. we just stare at the night moon. we floss with riches we're not lost. our night glimmers with jewels. reprints about half naked and wondering why. Under the bridge, a new decade emerges. wrestling roadkill with passing vehicles in lust. We on our last dance slim jims and tacos.
Walk so we rock so. don't mock yo. we start goes. who drooled on our mood. vast massive splashes. Give them 23 lashes. plastic spoon all nude and nubile for you. glossy babes, checkered honeys. dirty sand out in the Sun. straw hats with Brenden so why'd you can't get inside the door. all naked and dressed in green.
A really bad fucking the hayloft chiggers mosquitoes scorpions and camel toes. a horrible experience on the bus all of us exposed no clothes tied together and filmed with lust.
Vaporous tornado of the human manufactured end times. drone culture is in the air. nasty chemical rain makes us boil our guts out it is not a clean scene it's mean. and religious freaks make it speak like it's got a beak. this life is for the freaks. Burn the other cheek.
Come on cotton kiss come on midnight weirdo cough then drop in you've got the cops all stopped in the cross stock belch kit. Acidic doorway midnight bliss curtain under this under muffin cough and stand you've got this land you understand that you've got the man I'm dangling you've got the crutch you've got the watch you got the crutch you got the nothing nuggets you forgot me nothing nuggets you got then nothing less you've got to kit for it you got a taco stand you can do a handstand while naked your tits all mist
What storm shells stomp on tomorrow? will we get a lilt all filled up with our tumescent sorrow? will the road still go? Will it curl up and die.? Who wrote the honey tomes? Who laughs behind french fries? Whose hands crumble our map? Who wrote my autobiography for me? Who really makes it tough to keep it simple? Who shit on my gingerbread temple? Rolls like that all shipper and rancid with private snipe nice. God bless the underground god bless the tacos we found doctor fuck this donut hole dog take the wheel god take control. God tells you what's on the menu in feels you with dealers in 10 a_m vain insect lore hey. God goes through your mail God will leave you in jail god will not make mail into hell you fail. Churn some buttermilk for God.
There on the field, the dark world. Bitter cold morning stars shaking in their orbits. Secret lessons learned. Acidic vomit on the frozen ground. Drop kick her back into pants. Weave my way into town bake a clown on the sidewalk. I don't know who told me this but the whole goddamn world is made of piss. Death to the great alarm. Death to the great alarm death death to the great alarm. All fall brown eggs fuck God in all his poems. My meat shines I blow my mind tiny little feelers that get it. Disrobe your heart find a frozen chart embryo no go spirit all tangled my hugs are mined gold. Then this grand be on the lawn. It's a puff cracker with a mint test. It's a gonad grazing clip teen violated pig nugget. It's a swollen creamy aftermath. It's a dribble up the hill after last. I passed the last gasp. In the shelter belt, I filled its branches up with shreds of bright cloth tangling the trees and branches. Decorations, Christmas tree ornaments, old toys, and broken headphones. I flung banana skins all tangled into the limbs to dry. Blackened they dangle in the wind. I decorate abandoned bird nests I beat my chest and now it's the night the shelter belt with a meat kite. There are lots of things to spend here there's a festival every year here. I separate my own ear for a pitcher of beer. Here I grow weed here I phantom like dance the night I've got antlers on my head now and I walk about enlightened I danced on the light and I have groves of milk. My antlers will pierce the truth and my antlers will find a booth. There are lots of storms on the farm when the rest of the world is an alarm. Did I mention death to the great alarm fuck this tension death to the great alarm and all those build on and all the fucking religions that have made it a milkshake for the broken Freedom Plaza and I don't shake to that I don't welcome that. Go away welcome mat you're not welcome here. I have frost ice cream I vomit beer. I dream of losing my shirt in the dark and I can't find it, my nipples are out. I've got hair on my chest and I've got mail folded so you can suck it. Even though there's a man in the Eclipse there's a poem about how vile vomit is all you know. land the place where you do a handstand and you drink ass vomit with your hand. There's a legend of the critter kiss little bliss the grasshopper tobacco spew. Speed for you that's all I had. To endure the street online bended knees and I'm groveling and there's a pit in my chest and I'm spitting out watermelon seeds that I have not eaten yet.
Its called fighting for a hold. The right one or not alarm alarm alarm faster, faster fragile souls wrapped in bacon. You met them bird bath in bacon area and little fish hooks, heated, salted and wrapped in bacon. As I do a movie and I am here with bacon.
A swift immediate revolution no one expected it jumped out of the media and the big oaks reflect it this media changing so quickly all sorts of social peoples can fly shop and save the ways almost too quick to mention.
Death of the great alarm death of Grail I'm guessing the great alarm - to the great harm to the alarm at the alarm alarm yeah alarm ray alarm. Mark it down on that at 3 the waiting at all with a map yeah the rain yet we are going to mark on that fucking free yeah the remark got the slag down you
It's a hurt rainbow. I never had much to offer this world. Except for those illuminated enough to understand it and that's a very few. I used to be a pretty productive worker but that's for the young and I'm getting old and rickety it's time for the glue factory. The glue factory for me. Time to take my old bones down to the glue factory and just kind of process me and get what little is of any value out of that. Don't even bother with my funeral like I was fucking important to begin with. Just ship that stuff off to the glue factory even before I die go ahead and process me whilst I lie.
Blink trinkets on this caramel shelf lacquered with butter, are antlers about?
They thought they could get me. But I cleverly concealed myself in the prairie grass. A big part of this Primal looking dress directly in front of your truck truffles in the road exploded and found nothing. Not a trace of me. I wonder I'm not welcome in my own town license to sell. Nobody this is a shower, not at all! And your Grins enough to hit you and make your head spin around make that next step flail like a snare like a drum beat fall off your feet now. I learned how to climb the telephone pole like a sloth. I can find the balloons caught in trees now. You never see me as long as I've got tree limbs to swing from. I can survey the whole Kingdom now. Till rains came. The bulldozers rolled over. Will the Bobcat cranes made it down the burnt Lane? You helped them along the way. Little bonus. Not sure the house is down along the way.
No socks in my shoes they still have to bring one with me. My poor old withered Freedom - down this road. Psychobilly music jelly. Who knows what else along this road. Orchids of intense night incense. I hope to see you tonight. It's sprinkling I've got a pipe loaded with Kryptonite and I'm smoking it tonight.
I got a heart like a throb on the Moon. I'm going to give you something, alligator burn. I hope you learn pompadour wisdom and I'm from the zoo. Cut leather pants and I'm a dude ice cream Bop and I'm going to hop in blue jaded saddle shoes, How about you? Let's go to the dance and afterward all romance fling the pants off of you let's watch a drive-in movie, and see it in the nude. I want a drive-in movie in my car in the nude bam bam I want to Bam with a slam-bam alligator Lamb with a slam. then going to spin and took a swim in the home safe I hope you said hello and soup it up.
I've got the morning Pockets cuz everything I love is dying. Let's go straight into that night drink another cloth get off lost we're all dying but this planet and fuck all it's done fuck the Sun and fuck it it's a rerun. I had a dream that were dying. I had a dream that we're done. And we deserve it what have we done to make it better? What have we done all together? Which is lapsed into consummation and we consume we just left the consummation we consume were consuming fat and where knowledge of the Tomb consuming You and that's just a Gloom tomb plummet boom. Who's got the after last, the aftermath and he's got a nugget for us after all and where is this afterlife we've been promised? Where is this heaven where is this God they talk about? I'm not seeing him I'm not feeling him I'm not believing him and fuck all your stupid little conservative Concepts about responsibility and Christianity and the white race and fuck your face fuck all your faces and suck all the places that make you waste this place once sacred. We lost the garden long before I got here and I'm fucking old. Ok you lost the garden you thought it away, you pissed it away. A lot of degrees a lot of debris love the blame a lot of the same remains on the Baby Boomers. They could have changed the flame that could have made the new game they chose the fuck us. They chose to take our Rose they chose to take it all. Fuck you and all you stand for fuck you and all you stand for and everything is a fucking remain same game the throne bone and we're all alone and we're going to die this way and you made it and fuck you.
The boss wants to call in sick, but when I say I'm going to the soup with help see it didn't translate too much. Dance whistles with the pretzels. Come trading places Swanson's twats oops sinkholes in case the song hopes it's soon to see Hospital Sleep Lab.
Eclipse lays low you know it's the storm of Hues and who was the used? News of cool? And will we go on that's next. Everything is wrong and it's the nude on everybody's got sunglasses on and it's all wrong we can't even sing her own songs cuz we file a trademark someone made in Dark Soul made in the dark someone made in dark fuck the great alarm we go on eating oatmeal and singing songs as the birds go silent no more troops and Melodies and it was sleep back when they made their sounds but now all the birds they are underground. So rattle your beak be kind to the meek it's the underground now you see shells storm night in the window we're going down now but we've never been up. We're going down now. But we've never been up we never been up we never seen this guy cup we've never thrown up with pleasure of the night we never seen the kite fly double foil beads we can't believe in your story if we give you money you will make us lies Rich you can't believe your stories about purity we can't believe your stories about manure it or a t we can't believe your stories about how it should be because you should be drowned in to sea, yes and pour out the cream and staple the Sunbeam. The light chairs the night chairs do you light in the firefight that ignites our plight and we go mon into the night the permanent go March of this coconut pistol Bliss exotic products but from a discount store in we know the flowers from The Meadows from the bath once taken in the aftermath of the breaking the broken the choke and the choke kit the Super V and now we go on super strong we got to get rid of the week the intellectuals and the artist and then we can speak we got to tie some masking tape around their beak no more Melodies In This Night Purity it's alright and now we go break every Windchime and kill every Eskimo. Flip out with a kite stand super handjob wonder man I've got it all it's in the towel and I've told it 23 times and now I'm going to walk amongst poison ivy naked it's going to be a good time it's going to be a good time good clones good meat good superficial lighted Street and we got new kinds of paradigms we're going to shine them on you. And nipples shake to the underground bake cake Melody and the bass drum that makes you want to take it in your knee you want to take it in your needs more towels around to that street and more. This melody.
Go splash into the wire Fine Back Yard atrocity Symphony - Would You believe it hums in heated grease? You can Crease it, and break The Lease Dispute the deceased's feast.
You can't say no to nachos by the pool at midnight. These languid days whiskey haze. The Devil Wears a shark's fin you know where he's been. Jesus dances the Macarena you never seen a dance that is cleaner. You know what drills out of our never tomorrow. What chain stores sold my soul and my scrotum. We all have a set of antlers we can put on our head. We all have a ritual that keeps us from dead. This is the never bus get the fuck on it. We're going to roll downtown we're going to neon it. Strange things come up after it rains. Time itself is a lie.
Sailing smooth bruises into the night. Got my antlers on me heading to town. My motor skills can't decide which lane to drive in good times. We are always heading for some displaced time. Some location that no longer exists here. We are looking for something that was never gone but always not here.
A transparent mask, a religious holiday an extra day invisible solid, a forgotten Calendar spray. It's only in the DNA this holiday is still OK. But its such a long shoulder shudder twitching even older than superstition. A DNA holiday, an extra day of the week when we put on a beak strapped on. She wears it on her head and does it in the street. Forgot My hollow way signs of bills that are in our souls holiday. We are in some colorful outfit the world is out of it. Let's see you saying the crazy forgotten preying holiday it is still celebrated but they're down the street in the crazy outfit holiday. Dance to music only heard in dreams. It's very fine vine in his spine. Afterward forgotten holiday you stand under all those crazy red and purple and green cardboard cutout hands and then sit later in the street where they come from. That's how are they.
Dog days. shaking a fist at forever this was not meant to be. Some other God must have frowned on the plan man, what the fuck man it's melting the truck I can do a handstand but all fuck that way.
Humid fog draining all energy and life from me. withering heat making moist mummies with blackened folds of skin. Dying on the sidewalk on the way to work fatal walk fatal walk. and asshole charged so fucking much $5 for a little plastic bottle of water because they know you'll buy it or you'll die.
In fields, we wonder now karma harboring a bunch of human beings are beyond me cloud. Harvesting a batch of human beings with our fruit scented neon meat plow and were chanting again. Chanting with these copper bands around our wrists and ankles and were chanting now wearing gigantic floppy bird-like feet made of rubber and synthetic Sweets you can chew for hours and days and weeks. And now you got a basket full of severed hands at work coloring them like an Easter egg and throwing them late night on the people's lawns rubber band around the hand little happy notes like eat chestnuts till you bloat you know another happiness. Here we go downloading our sales in mass unemployment site and there's no politeness now there's a calendar it's under where there's a party going on underground. We've got Croatian donut down. And we've got long snakes for pets, the wind chimes dragging behind them on gossamer chains. We've got our nipples to the wind. We're growing delicious gummy fruits in our bathtub. In the grass, our land is filled with DMT. I don't do much anymore I just sort of think about it. We don't do drills on the hill and I'm more thrilled by sleep than sex now. We just kind of drink and talk about it. We hardly go to those places that used to be you stay away long enough and it fills up and it's no longer there. These people cease to exist these lights blink out everything is nothing now I blinked everything out. Except for this little space is all that is left you know soon as I blink my eyes it too will go.
Shaking your lips pucker your hips everything is going to be awake now. Its summer can wig for your genitals big and its going to be a colorful dye making everybody feel high as they see at the dance and flash. Scarecrow he digs it you know he's like some sort of a rooted dried fig priest some sort of a smoke smelling Cobra of these up for Lent can't he's like you micro nugget super thug care of his life man who swings and their chains beyond our reasoning. Like this Coffee slinging Savior to the super college, dwelling sleep careful people who have title rainbows on their heartstrings. I've been breeding gigantic roly-poly bugs they're almost as long as my leg now when they curl up there like medicine balls you can kick around. If I speak about it will I grow a beak? If I think about it will it take a week?
These are the final days so I say come with me going to shoot some guy in the face. Take myself out and date rape . Being forever confined is the only escape. going to go to the fair and openly jack off like an ape. Final days and mayonnaise all over the place layout so many uses there's a place for us. Stoned be on the road
Give up the skin reveal it and peel that dress. I've been a big fan I've done lots of handstands. He's got a brush don't rush this you've gotta trust them. The wind season so the winds says yo.
Lined up that cigarettes Green Smoke been there yet. curls and angles of a beautiful smoke.
Lock me up in an air-conditioned cold cold vault. where I can play checkers forever and it's nobody's fault. we march backward in protest of ourselves. Nowhere to go strap on your antlers. Strap on a weaponized apron. These are the Strange Days. wild in the sheets. make lube not war. Strange fumes strangled hues. Neutral news from the coffin machine. We don't respect it yet but soon it will attach itself to our chest and pump out our little woes.
Yes, flow under oath making my mummies invoice. I've got an oven that is human shaped. Bring you in still kicking but in a shroud, you're draped. Prepare you like a mummy and shove you in the oven after you're raped. Put that thing on a low heat keep it baking for a couple weeks you're so pretty in your silence and everything is allowed. A little company made a little demonstration of her inner 28th mile and a half and then. The breeze feels so right against my will. Scan brothers.
Will this hand walk on fingers across the land? Will this hand do a handstand once again across this land? What is it playing at and why does it wear that welcome mat like a cape? Is there any escape from this? I will hide my bones in the cones dance with sacred bliss. Sleep under the stars again for coyote call. And all of this sleeping in the morning dew.
Quoth the raven, "Whatever". As it sat on the bus to the Pale King the yellow king. Random rifle shots about the neighborhood now that its dark. We used to take little loose engines and hallucinogens and play dodge cop after hours in the park. Good night too cold for handstands. We would pet the ducks and geese befriend the squirrels that would find warmth in our coats. And all of this was a call to the end of man a call for us to just cease.
This is the age of the edible beast. This is the age of the inflatable feast. This is a TV station that makes you want to shave off your pubic hair and dance while reciting the National Anthem backward. This is the world beyond and Delta dawn, this is a flower that you have on! We're all free now watch ducks this little chunk List your blister fucker that's combat the train game. Lips feel the same antlers in our brains. Live checkered house and plus answer. With plastic, ignite the burning kite lands. Draw border lines across the blossoms. Now we're lost and then some dill pickles on the road I'm going to get you all. A little classroom full of mother fuckers is going to get you all. Machine Gun lots of fun blowing your guts out cocksuckers.
Lots of grams in the snow. Complaining about me pee pee on windows so bad because you going to climb Rolling pumpkins uphill what a thrill it's a midnight go. walking into town with our dicks out you know you know? Now we're getting stoned in the alley. having fun in the valley peek into windows dick out again. Really drunk and full of grams. Think you can go there you think you can come over here its just been waiting for you at the end of the yellow brick road. Merry little late night plan and a merry little nighttime scene in the house with a pumpkin mask on. Those sirens sweetly singing bells and below rock is ringing and got all night handkerchief I've got a pumpkin mask and I've got my midriff exposed by the room the lights on the go. Big grin from this blesses you now the stupid guys climbing trees with a leaves shirt on. And the girls they bounce topless. Colossal heights demented kites. Rolling dice carved from human bones. Lots of killings in the neighborhood don't know how it is that we don't run out of neighbors. Filled with fright eating shudder butter, shelter belt narrow afterlife.
Midriffs afternoon. Scantily clad women at the store reaching for things on the bottom shelf exposing breasts downblouse. All part of the wonderful skin Carnival of summer before the heat gets too hot and stagnant and drives us all inside. Cold drinks by the air conditioner fan. Carving your name in the asphalt of the highway. Extending somebody else's severed thumb and saying "You going my way"? Humidity drawing the vomit right out of our pores. humidity you got to physically ring the fluid out of the indoors. So hot my antlers that adorn in my head are sagging. It's been a lot and nothing is lagging. plant deep rich green no vibrant and smiling. you know me you know meme. Meme in your jeans. Pre-cut teen. Knives at the waffle house.
Most moist go mount Chewy shroud girl. I will go now bow down to chewy chewy shroud girl. Tender locks of purple curls. No tattoos to be viewed even while nude.
Really drunk and full of grams. This is a plunder wonderland.
Drop my basket into a fresh casket I'm fishing now. Getting graham crackers from the dead, delicious.
I had fine biscuits and jewelry. I had collector's editions of first run comics. I had 24 hour dancers ready to go when I snap my fingers. lost all that when peace broke out. I even lost my dick. My sandals my scandals I lost my asshole. I even lost my soul. No problem when did I miss any of that crap?.. Sail on sail on now like a brain in a spittoon. Blue Moon ransom Tarot Junebug flu. I used to hear so many screams in a night now things are too quiet no more wild in the streets after moon now it seems like people have little digital reclusive dreams. They've got digital snails eat their lungs all perfect going to problems that will smoke their dreams smoke me smoke my dreams kick me in the knee cuz I like to be free. What brilliant bongs beyond. Hot humid boiling wet rancid day. Flyers and battalions ride that blue sky just above ground. The world snot. The right-wing hippie underground. The search warrant for my lost pickle here's the site of the old massacre I find him and he's here I find it for her. Here's little trophies made of human body parts sears the way that we spread. Nails spray get laid locker room scent with the new building hey. Violet nuggets vinyl rainbow for you I've got lots of things to make you sick I'm going to use the mall. Walking down the street rabbit you made out of me street alomitos in your head to walk down the street among dark cobwebs that you walked in the street were gonna renew every you everything that you bruise. We've got the nothing not sure when I get rid of a trophy of blues for you. We're going to hang information lamb on the shoulder later healthier. You'll be a trophy to the bad luck you'll be the job will be the secret life fairgrounds fuck flounder will be a walk memory race 3 tennis. God that was sacrificed at midnight run into the sinkhole. You'll be the thundercloud your not allowed to be the fairgrounds. You'll be the playground you'll be a little this will be the microwave biscuits and give us it's blitz as we would hold and night sweet rides which are tight. You're going to be none of these you're gonna be none of the above your going to be the lamb the snake ride you going to be a telephone pole that skewers our soul. You're going to be the cigarette butt going to be the afternoon slash you're gonna be the red flashing lights replace your eyes. You've gotta have chews on the welcome mat you got a baseball bat and it's raining in the night waiting around. You got abandon, You can do a handstand. I've watched it on Youtube and I understand it's the plan man and then I go to the cobra is the way you mold that kite to your pipe miss your bless your chest your pat your pussy your midnight build you're under melted camel toe in tight jeans you stress about that asshole shaking no makeup follow follow that I have to work in the land we got a huge brood we gotta look at freedom you up to clay mood and bedamned taking all kinds of hillbilly heroin as I dance on my front porch watch me watch me my penis is out.
My soul scorches people surround me with torches and I play the accordion all full of zen and send listening. Glistening swirling in the sky midnight ceremony of ecstasy. Spinning spinning and they could crowd in grinning.
Clear this land bulldoze it flat make room for the tumbleweed and the welcome mat. Strange things like me long and flat mammoths called mamushka and all of that. Memory of the firmware. From lawyer. High above the hate me now. Where the air is cooler and the people view their own pubic hair through Times Square with a nugget camera and a teddy bear. Night at faces. Hallucinatory glory pickles reef shredded stroller beef cameras watching nothing in particular. Entropy the trophy of the new cheese regulated cheddar vile brown manufacturer of thread. what's the result from the alley. A character with the Switchblade. Carjack the meat parade. Another donut rolls uphill again. By itself it knows some of them. People betting on the freckle layout. And nipple bump. the lift of the cliff reset the active layout. Chucking my complaints up against the trees. Beating on drums made of sweet caramel money skull. There's a pickle on our new land. A poem that slaps you in the hand. Reoccurring blues that will break your fist. Traveling across Southfield now. There are lots of farms here little mini ranches and pals great squares of wheat and corn. And it's all later or now if later boring the past Tuesday morning and is a sweet relish upon the land.
They were chasing that scarecrow across the parking lot. He made a good run for it but he got caught. So they beat him up and poured some lighter fluid on him and Ignite him laughing watching him burn pushing him down every time he got up until he was just a burnt ashy husk. He burned all orange and black.
Maize Kansas once a very small town now a very small city. Accursed city of evil taken from the Osage Indians by force. sad time this we told them, they had to go but they refused. We say this is our homeland God wants us here. Our land when I feel that bullshit you know I'm not going to be any of that. So after repeated warnings and a few killings of some of the males one day and the coffee comes in military policy they start to stabbing and killing and shooting and burning burning down to the last house killing even the babies. Coming up laughing along the river and got a way to the rape already killed many of them but if they happen to be females women or girls even old ladies we rape the whole bit you just gotta get use out of it before you put it down. Going to kill them anyway miles will stick my dick in and rape them with you now so just town founded on murder and rape genocide and it's always been an evil town someday I'll be made to move into Wichita which is another evil town with similar history. History of the United States experience countries ever been killing everybody killing everybody killing everybody killing killing killing that we do it's good for you killing everybody.
So shoot my view right my mood and fuck you too. So outlaw urination keep this all devastation and I don't give a fuck about them or go to the store and buy yourself a goddamn fucking mother else and fuck your arms and fuck your alarms this charm is not going to work no more and fuck your little smile and fuck your little everything and your mood no charges and everything you start with its all bad you know and I got to say fuck me too
Fuck me with cancer-causing synthetic foods. Fuck me with a prefab tomb. Fuck me with in enforced abstinence fuck me with poorly made and badly stepped on medicine. Fuck the air fuck the very air that I breathe with chemical pollutants and black clouds of exhaust. Fuck me by fucking all the trees until there's no air left for anybody.
I won't last long. I'm nearly gone. This could be my last song. You could suck on my last long. This Is It this is the biscuit this is the piled up residue menu at the end of the rainbow. This is the path at the end of the go you know what lies beyond? Do they have a manicured fresh lawn? Can I get some cold drinks there? Will I have any pubic hair there? Will they stay there? Will they in fact wax the layers of air? Get expected to have at it kept going to have a removal of the bands playing. You are putting be on the raisins you gotta have the grave up your ass. Stick in that little tombstone up your ass long bone. He got a puff with the residues of the meadow you gotta keep on creeping in the ghetto! It was made for you and here you are with tacos and nude bruise. Here you are with a jar to put your soul and after you die put your brain in a jar let your response be a transference and Necto plasmic super kaleidoscope car. Is that your brains became this kind of soap in these nutrients and be sent electrostatic rhythms of a life beyond a template for you to be. A little melody and you try to break free. You try to go against the grain that's against your name. That's against your fame. You should just do the same. Be the same a boy and little man and absolutely under no circumstances should you ever ever do a handstand!
Fields overgrown with trees. I've got another painting.
Long frisk the butter of the king. Long pet and feed his Wolverine. Long strolls in the night you know. Got my headphones on singing out loud got my meds. got my roll up shroud. Got my telescoping joint going to smoke it get my point? Got a new kind of butter and I deliver you're going to shiver when it's a river.
Dry lake centipede snake. Dry graves be on these sandy hills. For learn all alone on bended knees. Who makes us laugh and such a crazy disease. Who shutters only after they deliver the cuddle
midriff donor dinner the cowboy cobweb center.
Weak rope in silent caves. We grope and can't be saved. We have no data saved away. Live to shave another day. We have antlers strapped to her head. We are by the river chanting "Theorosa Theorosa I have your lost child". She gives a wacky dance. Topless tits painted whirl and prance. Sucking nectar from a long glass tube. No witch hunt for us babies. Really pretty baby baby baby excuses Talking back to the wind. Really giving owls a piece of your mind. Shattered bones on vinegar streets. Opel Ghost service manicured sheets. Buckskin fuck twins in a field a celebration torches on all the porches fertility rites and our nation.
Wholehearted teenage fuck pistol. Pretzel to the metro reefer in the ghetto. Mad fucking Frankenstein ghost plan come. Super scientists Paris. A tube full of mercury and pre-natural bliss. And I feel a little man kiss and I'm feeling the diarrhea of her kiss. I've got more nothing and I'm stuffing my own meat into a stocking. I've got the block King I've got the chalk thing I'm going to dance with my pants off I'm going to Lance the meat muffin vaginal. Fuck metal.
Oh, I woke your colorful shroud. Deep chest reflex and everything is allowed. Oh, we stroll sharing your shroud. Feel so cold and nude being all rigamortis up to you. Love you in that shroud baby cool sunglasses love your painted vagina show it to the masses. We stroll singing out loud sharing a stretched out and tearing Shroud oh yeah love song parade night puppy wearing red ribbon whirling nipples out. Lick the stranded dance a lot and then lick the shroud smoke some pot and I'll stick it in you with the shroud between us you're my queen love it when I leave my spleen ripping off that road dripping off that road. Shroud Devil with a suntan dark red groovy man going everywhere giving people fire and shares giving people acid LSD Times Square.
Grip rooms with forceps United. A place to hang my face when I'm feeling uninvited. Spew and spew all these druids fluids into fuel. Wisdom in our cells gotta pop it like a zit. Who sold this night to the gods of humidity? Who crucified their own boy to an upside down oil drum? Who deals high power rifles at garage sales wearing a mask and playing loud rap music? What kind of excuse makes us misuse the mask? What kind of answer is found without antlers on your head? There's no mistaking these animated living cake things when they attack put all your egos in a circle. Cheddar milk wisdom cake night walk nacho baron. Robber barons with Bibles in their hand preaching the good word while holding a gun waving it around. They preach that black lives don't matter. They preach that the rich are holy like Saints but better. They preach that mercy is wrong. They go in cast the first stone.
Deliver us from Earth spins.
We chafe our pleasing Ivy rashes together. Shroud wind wondering. strap on the warm wings of night be appraised eyes are Glazed then everything is alright. who knows the tunnels the finals the porridge that drips from the souls of the oranges. The cabinets and the rich man he go home and in his cellar there is the river.
Loud roar late at night from a single car. Somehow threatening like it's going to find you in the field wherever you are. Strange dreams and odd schemes. Beast mocking a motor. Monitor these and squeeze them up now car is in the flood. Vector dance they can do it on the lawn, dehydration get it on. But where is this crazy dance now that everybody's, gone? All kinds of plants in bright protrusions along the road. A special scented season. We thought the rain was done forever slowly the heat began to bake the earth, and the flowers turned into husks. Some of the people who had to walk to work or to the grocery store also wilted. Phil baked into a husk on the sidewalk. It was a great time. "Hey look there's Bill old and dried up like a mummy hahaha". Nobody was anything during this season. life was more than just expendable.
But then the rain started up again. Thumbtack live in a shack broke your back trying to stay on this track. Give your money to the church while the leaders of the church perch and then spring upon children's private things. Cut your bangs now.
Ten thousand killed in a blonde battle. Ravel with steam and druid steamy cream dream fast fingers fine copy jalopy moonshine. We take off like a tiger down the road we shoot bullets with her scrotums we unload them we make the antenna rattle like an Eskimo we follow the haunting the home is under the hell does the vibration real signal of the city under brain all night is still now except for the constant movement. Beaked chiefs of mint fountains. Talking to the plating bleeding sign waving right-leaning murderer muffins in there so I went for frosted naps. Talk like a meadow wheat and corn rains from the storm. People falling up and swallowed by the night. Leaning against the meme the mean the jeans leaning up against the cloth the sloth leaning up against men to the meadows frozen ghettos taco meet plows windows full of rain going up into the firmament wearing a full bag of cement excrement is the rain which lights the brown beyond.
Rubbing in town come on macro. A selection of interesting rocks that we talked about while folding Chalk.
Chalk wind chimes season of strange times. Chalk wind chimes all over the shelter belt trees and we're drinking moonshine feeling fine. We're trying to defeat time for the reason keeping me free in be a nonclock sort of a mindset. We're defeating the chip for a heart still beats and beaks speak but is still close. Follow these nothing beats into our street show us how to do a handstand if you can. We don't understand this sacred Spirit porridge that flows from the underbuilt the storm shelter the rain ravished fields. We don't really get this time chime go, we don't get it but we're getting close. What strange dogs are you listening to as they are tipping over trash cans dipping noses into the light? These gates of sticky spider web slide spider in your face when you try to get beyond this space.
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lie on your dog training that bad burning circuits burning Injuries alarm just to ask for a red glass charm. Another shroud the wild Shroud allowed. Mexican party shroud with lots of pockets 2000 zippers. And it's fixed and my own man. Dribble water suicide plan. Greasy Chiefs Staind banana hands make her stand man. Steaming highway cartload and the far away.
Dodge this highway giant June bugs tonight, alright cuz I have the devil's pitchfork and her eyes are blinking with red zipper lights. Liquor store so far away. To drive all drunk today. Don't crash into the shelter belt there is no felt there Cool home dance party. Something shifting grading the sand marinating the lawn it's fiction as a false dawn. Why is the whole neighborhood sleeping only me awake at the break of a new night? It's only 1:30, everybody asleep. Man what the fuck am I the only one awake in this world me and animals. Pepper spray thirst burst. Custard curse frenzied nurse. When I die grind my heart in two tacos. The moon splashes with dashes of spice that is a light in this frosty night.
An assortment of wicker penises and vaginas. A creationist candy store only opens on Sundays. the employees labor hard to satisfy our choco needs. Now it's time for another last stand. Caramel Mummy jogs in the deep deep night.
Injuries free Alarm have sincere handstand and you against Wonderland hands down in the field or will understand make your stand with the trail near me. I've got a set of antlers I can put on my head when I prance about yourself a little I'm going to roll it all up in these leaves. Out loud dancing spirits graveyard she saw it
after I took her there toxic time for all down the hall super go there all and all then the walls of the reality just sent just a little thin envelope and put it through my penis in another land.
Just stand once and forever fluid here Beefeater bear sucking up energy kinetic salad that's a great arm that's the great alarm death to the great alarm death to the great alarm def to the girl um death death death death. No
Bright puppets puke in the alley. fucking donut holes with sticky Dickies. The creationist last to see shoots more kids during math class. The
preacher keeps a little tube of sexual lube in his pocket next to the Bible. who moans wearing antlers dancing prancing in the desert again? Who smokes joint after joint on the rooftop watching the city below? The great alarm machine show clock row sleep mode snooze cruise. Micro path of the after vomit. It flows like a triplet makes you want to give it up to the truck go fuck a duck. You are seeing we are playing we please change strangers here hug the light get there and let you know. We always side with the strangest tomorrow your mother mother mother load another charter your children like a butter and here is the load load for us shiny me how we're all on it now shiny butter hug the other butter schedule.
Chasing ghost animals across the field. I can't quite put my finger on these varnished Matted meats. I can't get back. Back to the media that was the standard in something I miss and want to retract something want to get back and arms are reached out and something on I get back and pay no doubt there's a strong in my way there's a video behind this route is a burial mound this time around I can't get back there, Can,t look stop coming from someone I miss and want to retract something want Clean bath laundromats full of semantics. They tip their hats it got Spanish mustaches. They've got the grill man, they carry it around in their hands. 22 caliber stone Thrones man. The mailbox is so tall I can't reach it when I,m too drunk to stand man. Who's got this new day new to the church.. Who's going to get the donation that's going to rush whenever I have issues going to make the rain flash. I think the night is new the grave is saved for me and you, the way we go you know it's like a stroll through the know where the flashing light live fiery meme you ever planned on going down the road.
Bitter disk brittle test Ever swifting changes of durable media and who knows where I have now I can't even get track at now and there's a new phone and there's the road and I'm confused as I can without spending and then I fell down grinning you can't do that you know you're not allowed to miss these rules every 2 seconds now. Who said that? Who has made the hat and let's go home and who said that? And what was the head and its kind put my finger on these varnished Meats,
Dark Carnival samba. face is all done in skull paint. Sexual beats pleasurable bleets. We spend our time in the shade till the day goes away. Out and drunk for the night. open sex, in reality, it's alright. Ketchup and mustard gas empty the street withering life cute curdling meat.
Sinkholes open up in the general area sometimes sucking cars or people down. Fossilized scrotum.
The mainstream populace holds a hate parade for those who are different. don't be out on the streets with dyed hair during this March. Don't be out on the street with dyed hair during this March babies. They will leave you dangling from a telephone pole. Believe you dangling.
The coffee Priestess with shiny shiny brown eyes, her breasts are perky her smile is quirky, and she's like the sunrise in my eyes pour my coffee like God's own milk dark and bitter with measle sprint of caramel. I want to lick your rail all is well-spilling coffee on your breasts. I want to stick my dick and lick you right between the chests. Coffee maiden goddess of the caffeine spring let me show you my thing I've got advanced chance and muffins that dance and I want to be your coffee priest and I wanna eat your vaginal. You stand I want to be among the unstrung that shines in the night and screams your name, goes down in flames. I want nothing more than just to be your whore and bring you coffee in the night. We can watch the fireflies bite the kites and get into the earth. I can show you what it's worth like bring you a video cassette of your best sex you've placed I can cum on your face while pouring hot coffee into a cup. Nothing's going to stop me cuz I'm in cust stroke night midget better butter half of that is welcome here is beer and cigarettes fucking and coffee. You think you've got something that probably is a whole bunch of nothing but I like it that way and I've got butter in my turns I'll burn with you learning for your springs your in 10 a your buffers give me 10 and I'll give it back with a handstand all melted and butter can roll together and it's a sin and I like it.
Dried up the phlegm fiber the tendril wire the undercurrent from the bath. The dirty digital aftermath. Lounging in the hot tub with Sylvia Plath. who curls up when the band strikes it? who has an extra set of toes just waiting just waiting? Who wears inside out clothes while masturbating- masturbating? Who dares call out
"Great death to the great alarm", All the time yelling over and over breakup of the cradle to the grave
Have your day to a better day better tasting Hey better tasting mayonnaise praise your way to find a higher pay in modeling with clay. Show your work sometime after birth you cannot say it's a better way.
Trash of the serving medium the steam the prophecy cream the go now it's going to end. It's close with which that you ship now. Spider God cobweb porridge fast hammock made of phlegm Caramel flan some soil and see. I've got my evenings and there's crayons and hemp. we forgot it there it is a little cool space all full of roaches to his hand it gets so humid in toxick muse not sick end of his grandson. The clack clack clack of the diamond and not hit the pollution of our habits. Can roll tide what's up designer things that will make your brain skip its going to make me sick I'm right goodnight old decrepid little shroud I'm go down and having standards and blend turn records I hope this hat super welcome mat go now working for less than that. It's all a decline it's all in your mind.
Nasty druids. Pulled in hopeless in the alley again with something replacing my head triangular and metal folding metal tarnished cuddle. I remember back when there was animals. A little newborn that's my future float barf druid chatter clock. Go you know and that's gone and there's a new road under the ending road we built it we still fit me so can we still get on with it and that's gone and there's a new road under the fallin fallin overpass solid solid Mastercraft. This is the new go this is the me on cloud this is the protest something that you don't rest. Hey hey my son likes traveling to new go now perfumed wonder floss what the fuck go now. Do you believe in the after duck champagne amongst the hidden go the pearl handled scandal and what did I fuck I can't leave and say but we're spending in space you're now. Son fucking brutal brutal luck and got my mask over the pumpkin got the storm send the road and the trash of the serving medium the steam the prophecy cream the go now it going to end.
The brutal March goes on forever but it never ever gets here Jackboots and Allen Hall taking away your freedom. Forever it's told any day now these boots will come down on us these boots are made for walking and going to walk on us. The boots keep sounding closer then farther than closer like a sine wave. The impending impending never ending always impending never happening always jackboots around the corner forever also ever.
So I walk drunk and naked late night on the farm. Walking where in a few years is going to be stores and streets and houses. Nothing is new everything is blue Just a big circle coming back at you. Everything's with a tongue everyone's home we all eat fungus.
Stomach deep clean chained to the seat the most of the day did New found way. things for which you pay. Fangs along the way. Fangs for the memories. Desert slip nipple cone tickle my vibrating Pizza bone. The new chapter way. Cheddar cheese amongst the seals all along the day. The way the day the tom cat spray upon the meals that we feel every fucking single day.
We got broke on the farm and trying to keep it we take out loans but couldn't pay them it was all rigged. So we held out barricaded in empty houses holding on to the homes that we had and they sent after us modified combines and tractors made into war machines. Destroy their homes for lower than alone ragged clothes we walk the dog longer shelterbelt leaving behind of our clothes in there were naked by the stove in the shelter built a new home. Now I'm a drifter living on whatever and it goes on. Can't help but suspect that I am way long dead and this is the afterlife. How else could I keep suffering moving on along the shelter of the notes searching the dishes for thrown out and fast food thanks sista maybe a few cold french fries all hard. Mid night Pumpkin man maybe a ghost, the one who in these lands does handstands on roofs late at night. Maybe I was never even hear it again with this from Phantom of what could have been. I certainly can feel his stream flowing through me like a curtain of lies and secrets. My ancestors are buried under this field and I can feel them breathe. Weave a web Weaver shroud with chalk a thousand words become the world. This avoid is a new dawn I flashed my eyes into the beyond shake my hips at the river and the fears respond. This night could roll on forever it connects with eternity. & I can feel myself like a Neanderthal walking the peaceful vacant night. & I can go to the joint while sitting on the porch cross-legged.
Why would you want to ruin all that with your false morals? Bend down give me sex that is oral. Maybe I'll slap you in the face inside isn't in your mouth cunt. Impose your little morality is on me. But I'd rather fucking be free. fuck you I wear a shroud, it's see through here's my dick jangling at you like a wind chime. Here is time bending back at you I can control it now because I'm dreaming while awake. And I ache to fucking tear you apart with every fucking ripoff you one by one as you scream. You deserve it for trying to control me. This is what you get you fucking dirty rat and you try to control me. The rising up against you this priest of the Spider God will chew and we'll get nude and do prayers will shake our genitals in the air. What you going to do? We're taking off your arms and legs and you just sit there and beg what are you going to do? You shouldn't try to control us now you're just a little fucking shortstop.
Try Stick a knife in you remove the can I send you shouldn't have life stick a knife in you and you call me rude can I send you since you're in it. This land land Chains the silent fuck This land land Chains the silent fuck.
I'm going to wear a shroud and go to shout out loud. Coughing out bong hits in the coffin. lots of time for decades-long weednaps. Meanwhile I'm in the conga line with angels. Hot topless angels whose tits jiggle as they dance. If you made me to live forever you better keep me entertained. The angry crowd will tear this place down. Grabbing angel tits in the conga line crotch pressed against firm angel ass and everything is fine. Always wondering even in our own home. Mask of bone telephone gone to the cobweb to lay a while. Sultans of bath. Snack cracker aftermath. Drinking spirits It's starting to rain. Gotta go walk in it. Let those drops hit man hit me spring summer winter ran don't like before and can't stand it.
. You shine in your scrotum sack drink another beer you fucking scum when I find my day your whore at the door and I'll blow it all away yeah fuck everything and dizzy shine in the digital bath yeah fuck everything in this field print down aluminum kept sucking every god damn you're by the river and you should be shot your eyes all hot in the middle of the tow town is bad and I don't want to walk through it anymore. With the sponge wrapped in this humid shroud make a very pretty humid shit tornado you got a girl that you got to fucking. fuck yourself you got to fuck every answer out of your soap for your. Hundred lines of diamonds 100 kids and shake your tits. Know where shake load. Checkered star hearts your fuck you've got a dick all this out you got a shy and you're going to bath in the undertow you got 200 + Feud answers yeah. Shiny cousins. We never wanted to be here anyway what are we doing what are we doing what are we doing out of this coffin what are we doing what are we doing. The world stands the drunk remains the satchel horse this land land.
Scarecrow stares at bit tournament. What it meant bitter mint weather tense. Scarecrow lacks insurance. Scarecrow goes on a bench set himself on fire towards the end spinning in a flaming Binge scarecrow goes down to ashes the end.
We lay on roofs of buttonholes, we dream we tried our toes across this lost undergrowth. There's a school he once knew now a abandoned husk nothing in there to view but memories and ghosts. Superchick salad sunshine the biscuit reefer Master Chief of the palace binge is head to hear us please. The funnel headed ghost the sunshine locus focus postage mucus trolley train. I can still hear it go by now even though there's no more sky now. Scare crow burn itself to ashes in the end.
No throne all alone suck my bone. Slow dehydration from injecting energy drinks. March of jackboots on babies. Shooting everything doubt this guy. Shooting every bird from the sky. Glowing freak plant. Nasty carnal intercourse sputum. Grotesque Obelisk the weather is in the night. Weather kite weather tight translucent bite Micro amnesia super night. Up trucks that we planned for dirty rats in the afternoon glow. Intercourse on the street interjecting sanctified meat. Smoking my last joint on a planet that has no point. Smoking it down to nothing that is all that I stand for or something. Fresh special in the yard hungry just interested stomach yes and heart and soul meadow full of grotto pizza. Short walks into the unknown come back with missus' eyebrows. Dawn clown dawn dew flower biscuit fuck tober fest. Finding crystals in dead Men's eyes. Flip jacks horny pizza dirty welcome mat. I hate all these phones ringing out, leave me alone. So hungry I can eat my fucking freckles. Chicks with dicks speckled. Tiny new binge it's the park. Donate the sky to the reaper bandit. Dirty ass is dirty gases 30 minutes fuck you bitch.
Suck my wrinkles kids. I once knew the gruesome view I once had a tube that I used on you. Those days are gone I'm no longer blonde so come on let's dance in the zoo. take out this fresh Lanced cyst. Keep a creep near your wrist. I can dance like this with my antenna bliss. I can make myself sick and sober again. I can spin drinking gin and grin at the Sun the Laughing Sun made of plastic all bubbly and hot. The parking lot tossing cans full of snot. I can eat the grave baby I can lick the tomb I can be all alone in a crowd full of shrouds headstones look like you. Now I've got a lot of snot in my heart waiting to excise a Fisher of spastic release. Ready to peel back the layers of skin to reveal moccasins and tribal dances. I'm ready to fuck the whole town until it turns brown ready to beat my meat on the street watching people's reactions well I'm getting all kinds of handjob actions. Ready to dance with my penis sticking out of my pants like a lance. I'm ready to put it in your mouth take it down south leave it out in the rain.
Dance like a slender kitten. So yo just stay dance in the rain white shirt made see-through nice nipples to dance in the rain wet tits ass shaking-shaking in the rain. And I've got an erection that needs your inspection in the rain in the rain. strange birds Howl
midnight people yelling across the street. mass murder in the parks now processes dirty human meat.
Leaning out wearing a feathered hat stomping with anger on your welcome mat. Slip you a middle finger sign now you could almost read my mind. I'm wearing simulated deer antlers on my head and they're made out of a fragrant incense burning very slowly throughout the night a golden magic tone and they laughed. Perfumed a smoke going to be all right now. I sit in the room and there are endless rooms beyond it have to walk who knows how many miles to get to the outside world if there is one if there even is one.
Dictation of our nation. Photo envelope replay. Crossed circuit crosstalk cross-dressing across town. Severe chalk walks boil our nation. New toys cause lots of damage before banned. But I can still do a handstand. Losing my change all over the range. I can still dance like a maniac and sleep like a kite I can still go out with myself every day and every night.
So many cancer sticks up my ass so many frozen nights living in the past when its vast but not when its the last. Got to snort that white powder up gotta spit into this shiny cup got to take a hit of that better ship. God of worship on my knees in these streets in a breeze gotta fill some pillows. Gotta stand like a monk in the trunk of your car gotta cover up my scars with ice cream. Gotta flip the bird. Been unborn lit a cigarette while twisting naked two mediocre meet labs. Gotta find got to climb gotta lose my mind got to eat it to the rind. Gotta love the boss with a cigarette full of dental floss. Streak down the street screaming propaganda eating meat. Got a riding alligator going into hell got to visit the Frost Bank gotta shank the Lord. Stick tension in his heart.
Now narrative God, now nerds fantasies fill the land now everything's gone somehow different and dramatic and its vivid stand nerd no longer needs glasses. There he always gets ass kicked in, there it'll be the leader of this gland. All hail the mother night on him and the rider pies for writing kites. Eating fresh strawberries from her family tree. Finding them tacos levitating in the other room. Walking around with our plans out it's in the park and people shout. My dicks out and people shout I've got plans involving my clan and I'm the man. I've got to let it out I've got to expose it to the Lord I've got to show you that I've got it flopping around like it's something special I've got to really brag about it as I slap it against your cheek. I've been known to melt in the shelter belt on Devine substances that you can never find unless you have an enveloping free sound mind. Donuts rolling in the street hiding under a car from the traffic control mafia.
Going off shelter cloth red and green cut out hands attached to limbs and shaking in the street in the blue midnight. Wondering now with no turn signal allowed where it was as you ride the cowl your gown touches the ground and gets greedy little wetness it's the bet you bliss. It's the street where you were born formless. The shrouds, the crickets know-it-all nearest saying it if you could spread from the winter you would know if you look at it from the other end. I could sure use a cigarette flask I could sure use a mint tea caffeine aftermath. I could really go for a red light you know. I can really cheer you up on those docile darts and waffles with me expendable meet kindred and the nachos so divine. Shaking beside the wine which is also fine these little splinters. Splinters that I chew with my mind. Some say oh my god now because I've got a need shining right now and I can check it in the snow I can dig down below with it it's like a kid of crimson. It's like a Simpson of weed blossom it's like a possum which is awesome it's like the night sky which makes the pipe a frightened frightening little drone-driven to the kite. The distant sound of train its got blue scatter ashes there's who versus whom. Cramps in early minutes and their beer have been on the roof and the raccoons have been making circuit bent instruments. Whatever happened to your antlers? You used to wear them you want them at night used to hunt them everything's going into the future past.
Like a good god damn it crackle barrel a monk's shiny kittens with lenses. I didn't even take that, and who has the shiny- shiny hip I'm going to the other this fine I'm going to strike it from behind. Flop all over it with my dick out.
I am A lion in a shroud. I am a magnum, a pizza stand, a donut Wonderland. I'm a duck with human legs. I'm the peg you hang your fuck on. I shampoo your pubic hair while you're away. I capsize your bank account and vomit on the aftermath. I stroke nubile cars find pizza alarms find a great class of tender bullets. Find my mind in a second-hand store find some door and I've been here before. Two gods give sacred meat to vultures who have culture and we're discreet pants and flip cheese residue menus. To mighty crayons that hold up the world. 7 Badgers who's Blatter's blather and they would rather be elsewhere washing your pubic hair while you're away. Night an day I stroke this cheese, this wish list, this enemy. This disembodied hand that strokes my genitals while I'm away.
A urine-filled balloon launched over the confines of the block to land in a random yard maybe on a Sunday there you never know. We peep in Windows you know. We steal gasoline in sometimes bratwurst off the grill while you go in to take a pill you know, you know. going crazy walking down the road glaring at passing cars, you know.
Know this knowledge frost like college click like Easter bone. Free stuff is still in little shows. We wandered down the road alone I'm sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road late at night. Everything's sleeping apparently. I can only hear the irrigation engines spinning keeping those crops watered, creepy crawler fun for her father in the jar away I can smell a scent of open bodies that I smell every summer. A recipe for human sacrifice back before we could make ice. I still drool while I sleep dreams of delicious beans an endless buffet and I'm just getting ready with her ass. Try on some boots and nothing else beautiful women playing harps, singing like they're made out of sharks. Crazy colorful airplane cross. and love is like an engine to all soft like a flower and Soon it fills with mildew it will spew into the pool it will rule and it will piss all the splits out there's no common known to man. There's no, known to man. All lost in a hump of soft n the lips that are the center of the kept, the center of the pit. Like a juicy fruit which makes us cute, that makes the soul tombs of you and me and the sleep that will never be the coyote eating sheets of math. and I've got a health code of 17 cats all calico and it's beautiful and well worth the murder of innocent 7 souls. What do we plunder out of this vending machine? Do we kick over and over again, maybe hit it with a bulldozer blade we still think we got it made but there is a sheath of beef jerky in the grave. Morning house and I've been alive forever drinking sipping this bitter liquid acidic
And now the only sound is a generator powering the irrigation dinosaur skeleton of its presence water upon the field. All the little people sleep and maybe dreaming or maybe not work sleep repeat work sleep repeat work sleep repeat. But if you know your charms of death to the great alarm death to the rain alarm death to the Great Lord death of the rain alarm death of the great alarmed after the Great Lawn. If you know your beef, if you know your handkerchief if you know the man who processed our lawsuit in the kettle of despair. If you know the pain that pushes at you if you know the paperwork that makes you a jerk. If you go beyond this rain curtain into the solid-solid afterworld the perfect world of dreams machine scene. Where the buffalos roam the fields freely. Wearing strange blankets topped with patterns that seem to be a blend of many cultures.
So. So many worlds beyond the salon. Beyond this line I've got nothing on beyond this lawn. Tickle science, vertical channel in the churning machine with the flashing lights that disorientate your hand/penis coordination it's a fair near there. Colorful booth intense strange trinkets from other worlds that exist parallel to this one. The fragrant exhaust of so many mixed smokes curls in the air making interweaving patterns smoke shrouds for the kids to wave away giggling. That which is woven can be clothing cloven.
I'm wearing Christ's crown of his ring now. I can really shake my hips I can really flip the script. The stars are falling. Grimace festival moon call calling. Frost of icing sweet me stars. The night is raining and we've got a festival howling we're naked and twisting we're dipping and fucking and the bonfire around it dancing around it and sometimes mounting on the ground little Freedom Fest little flesh chest little tits bouncing little genital ounces. We're going out about it and we're naked now. Hot and humid Sun fun. Night kite and we're naked now in the fields and frothing. The last for me it's a freedom go. Blasphemy's right you know. And there's lots of mosquitoes on the moon and those cones of freedom lenders she's the cheese there are beliefs that need to be unbelieved.
Go slow down the road scratching your moles shaking your pole at strangers at stop lights. Terrible hats beyond the dawn. Terrible tasers ignite the lawn. Awful police officers do things unkind to your orifices. And they've got pissed since freedom was allowed. Lots of angry officers wanting to take you down cuz freedom is allowed. Play that siren loud sling that nightstick proud kill another unarmed black man for doing a handstand. Clutch -clutch give it a rush. feel it all down your cells making every bit of your bone marrow smile.
Let me lick your ass traveled all around lick all the flavor off your sweater. Now we're alone on the moon and I've got all kinds of tubes foods that will bring you new traditional ecstasy leave it to me.
Alpha wave crackles and pops the flames they mesmerized they took hold of hypnotized. I chewed on what I knew I had eluded view nude on the moon period nubile swim by the river. Skinny dipping with clean-cut hippies. Perfumed nipples and banjo music. Bagpipes in the distance across the river. Muted echoes from our past. Before I left my heart where the river once flowed. The wisdom of a bad cough and berries and shoulder rags that never that I once even knew. It's like a low-speed race on the highway of our shame.
A bludgeoning battle with Buffalo bones going to drive your head into the sand Man Take Back the Slender Man but I'm going to do a handstand dancing twist with my stress out on Man antlers-antlers adorned in this storm that's the way to go don't get so forlorn antlers the door and in the storm and butterflies are landing on them and beyond them.
Our destiny is written in the stars with glow in the dark chalk. I gotta watch not to step on snakes and hamburgers as I walk. And I'm going to walk over and walk along the shelterbelts going on for miles and miles so many mysteries unveiled. Lit by a crescent moon. So many smiles are waiting to fall cause I threw a rock through the window. So much revenge to enact for deeds not yet committed. So we settle down in the burial mound I've got a shroud for a gown. I've got artifacts that surround me.
I don't know weasels, weasels know me and the answer was the panther and I'm all naked now. Totally naked in the night and I've got frostbite tight light. What should I pick up I've got butter, here's my fluorescent meat shadow here is my grams and here is my lost pocket pistol poodle you drool boo. Totally naked the tacos of midnight we were armed we had bandanas. We had a nubile nude photo album... We pulled a coat over it all our coffins in a circle as the Indians dance. We had spare change in her hat. We didn't know where it was at, but we had long pants we had long pockets we had nothing but each other we had a biscuit outback. We had the tacos of midnight we were armed we had bandanas. We had a hug. Clasping selfie nude photo album
. Dance, Dance the bumps off my testicles. Midnight dance. Crank them ranks come and the answer was the panther and I'm all naked now. The answers in the studio she agreed to pose nudio so do this to be true it girl. I like it Lewd Judo you know.
Judge me not until you have walked in Sandy snot. Don't wave your hand over me while I do a handstand with antlers on. Don't judge me or I'll bite your nipples off and then rub you with a saltwater cloth make you sing the national anthem backward and that's what you deserve. I've got the scratch for you at the watch there's a ticking- ticking little thing and its swinging in the breeze I had measles I transform them into cheese. I'm going down the block kicking every clock, ticking every clock I see. suck my cock, clock. You pussy. Fuck your clock break its arms I shall break-break out into a shake like a snake now it's a permanent 15-minute break. We got certain rules at work and sealed in congealed in the Bulls of reality now we can bring them out and it's a fun need. We can wear those crustaceans cuz they shake Multi legs. We can roll out the carpet wherever we go. We can plan for the stand we've got inflatable snow. And there's so many on patrol and so much you know dinosaur going to roll. Handle the flip jacks with steady hands. there's no subway there yet and still, we travel cast offer boils into the castle. regret not a speck of it inspected with a cheddar phone. Pretzel car door rubberized butt bumper. Giraffes of the Unknown climb the call
Clement strange. Tubular noodles with surround sound and even stand up and talk unless you can't learn math and then you're ok got to touch each little green every little thing. Little too impressed with your dick in it but it's okay to have hot lips while though we might get some grass burns are some chigger bites you might get some dynamite you might be back tonight too kind in the night you might find that type of the night with your antlers on you might fuck that night with your oiled dick you might see the world through a swizzle stick we might vomit again but you're spinning you know gotta walk around drink some water then you're okay that water thing you know it's okay. Super water where is Gwodder? Is super water and the world's you know. Super water and where is Gwodder? He probably has an hour and he probably has dynamite super awesome pants probably wearing a tie made out of dynamite even now he soars above the hour. Once I had a Gwodder mask and a silver flask with Diamond noted studs on it and I could bring myself to oblivion with it. Spreading lots of playing cards all over the yard you can't step without stepping on a card. House of cards big enough to live in.
Those epic card houses of my youth. We would buy all the cards from garage sales we could with scant meager allowance we had. Often times these decks would be nearly free because they admit there's a card or two missing didn't matter for us. We only got these cards for the raw material to make card houses, card ziggurats, and card suspension bridges.
Well the overpass has fallen
, The shelter belt is calling
And all I know I find beside the road.
In a frock Layer satchel on a bench at the group studio. Lots of pills will dispense at the grope studio. The people there are charming, they get up and wiggle and they say they are for real. I'm just the death to the great alarm death to the rain alarm. They don't even know it, and very often do not show it, but they've got stockings stuck into the butt of their underwear.
So I return these antlers to my head and walk like a deer in the dark of night poachers pop slingshots at me as they pass in a slow-motion redneck truck caravan. Had they shot me they would have rushed over to get the kill realize I'm a human being then left me there to die to hurry off before they get caught. That's good old USA redneck morality. People who wouldn't mind some ethnic cleansing This place up one little bit and maybe get clinical cleansing as well if they get away with it. Cleansing all the things they don't like because they're good Christians and the like. Go gang rape you before killing you if you're a dyke. that's just the kind of purity they like to show, forcing your needs to give them a blow and you are immoral. Give them some oral and die in the forest the forest of groves. Country bumpkin pumpkins claiming to respect nature in life is they drive several species into extinction without remorse or interest. The values our country was founded on are straight up fucking evil, that's all there is to it fuck you if you disagree. Founded on genocide and slavery fuck you if you disagree. No rights for gays and they're not allowing atheists to be public about it fuck you if you disagree. We might be freer than we've ever been accepting the Old West where there is no rule that all there for total freedom and likely to be murdered. So much we're taught is a lie nearly everything Facebook says is a lie and when we were built against the law and try to get it right turns out that's also a little high. It's a little I can't help it try to deny the lies that imply we think that we were wise fuck that you guys.
Sweating in the sweltering shelter belt. But you sweat when you wear a thick felt. In the Sun you're bound to melt hot sticky rays upon your pelt.
The birds have stopped singing breathing hard and dehydrated in the boughs and trees they signed. The whole world is of unsound mind. Some insects that can take it, go around and leave the field to buzz around and nobody likes ticks surrounding their genitals. No one likes being cheated on by lower life forms. So I raised me a pack of tumbleweeds that went wherever I did go. I could signal with head twist with antlers on and they would follow my commands you know. Tumbleweed is all I need tumbleweed all the way man. A pack of tumbleweeds are on you shooting stabbing fighting gripping and ripping you and I'll take your wallet then dude.
Maroon bone. Scarlet sinister switches amongst the ferns. Burning stomach sends ruffled nerves. Constant crusting makes me dust the meme. Humble murder on the Great Plains. The rains come in late washing the ground. Bringing up things long not found. Trickle up the fountain give me a hint in a love with a mound of skin. You go fuck your elf. Staple your nipples to good fortune. Binge on the pliers and eat all the wires.
We were so tacky back in town. wheel a soda Clown and brought him down fill him with gasoline burn him till his bones are clean. We don't even know what we mean we only know what we meme. Don't raise a hand to the fruit bat, let it go. You understand it might come back. Bringing chewy fruits for me and you and lots of others. Delivery service brothers. Shake it shake it meat merchant love breaking, salt it salt it like a waffle bowl skipping across the way. Yours is pure it's a frosted holiday. Thumbtacks and sketched maps of the plan we got to do it because our hands are on the stand. Prince with felt boots wearing antlers my man. She was the bad news do a handstand make a new plan involving a muffler and a grand flange pedal for your guitar stand.
Frozen ladders phone. Long distance like it difficult and nice to know. Too many times getting lost the most wonderful time in ville even though he was successful with Southfield. Look at the tall dynasties that rise up. Feathered hands became a kingdom. A pagan parade in the morning and bleeding. Trample on the shoulder feels like Samsung where there once was a relationship. A spell spelled by a line of trees in the 1930's. What's left of the great great tree glyph that went on four tens of thousands of miles? Far away completely central protected by his desk Midwest.
Pokey ruled the world with a wave of his cordless mouse. And I shuddered bringing butter exotic butter from foreign affairs to my latticework house. And I delete Anger. Delete it in my butter bread, give me head and made super house. The dark so needed sparks. The deep soul gulps GOP and farts.
So drink this hip little cheese make it please me I've got this rack in the hands of the other ones. I've got another cover I've got the super cool wall view. I've got 30 balloons that smell like putrid fluid. I've gone and manhandled the poker chips. Now I can hear little belches underground. You got a solute the dissolution of the pollution mutations and the Angry underside of our pockmarked nations.
It's so warm in my ghost coat. You can't see it but I can streak a little warm warm warm. I can take the storm I can walk naked on my farm no fear of the great alarm with this warm ghost coat it helps relieve bloating it's well worth noting the scope was free and belongs to my ears and several other parts of me. All hail my ghost code in the rain all favor this flavor a handful of the grain crazy colored ears of corn come up after that terrible storm. It's been raining all the time the walls coated with slime. it seems that the wetlands are coming back I'm seeing lizards and bright colorful birds. little fish in the river that was our driveway. Plants thick and strong and healthy everywhere. Our tomatoes are huge and the best I've ever tasted.
It's like spring in the middle of summer with the cool breeze and the air is thick with butterflies. Everything seems okay today there's a rainbow but it has not been raining. try to follow that rainbow over the horizon but it always seems to fade away before the pot of gold can be obtained. Got to drive some fuckers insane. And you know it's kind of lame anyway and we gotta run away. Living in the rundown no electricity no heat no cool shack and I'm going to get back at you I'm going to chew my way through. Oh yes here we are! Shine bright with a wooden star. Solid wood cubes for you I don't know how I got there but I want more and what's going on with walking to the shelter belt? Past Lions of wood I work during the against. The fence go over and again and we see these eggs and we shine. I was shiny as We.
Tickle my crossbow sail of missiles across the foxhole. These are Chinese men so I'm giving them to you, I'll give you more if you get nude. Solid crystal super spittoon and parades across town unless there's a full moon. Hot and cold running vodka in a hotel that serves human meat platter. A fever took us all this season. Back then I had a ferret I don't know what happened to it so much was forgotten about those dim and hazy times. Some say climate change is what made us strange, but I say it was the higher fructose corn syrup in our cough medicine. Some say it's frosty crystals that fell from the Moon, infected Airlines made us dream in neon.
You say You don't like cannibalism but once you've tasted that savory skin you're not going back Jack. Going to lick a female to delegate you gotta lick it because it gets you hard something about human skin and suffering and all that entrails that entails you know if so exciting so inviting I got to have more I got to curl these rainbows around my widgets I gotta have an extra set of digits I've got to have more you. I want to have more and suck it and fuck it.
These great and flightless birds. They only come out in the dark of a Eclipse. They love to pick the ground for exotic grains from this alternative world while they are here like tourists. The song of their call is like wooden flutes being played underground. They have great strong beaks, they look like they could crack the door open. They are truly unique, powerful, squat, and muscular birds with great beaks. I would like to have my own beak, my own beacon in front of me I could stash things inside of it, my voice would be amplified with a hollow reverb, a woody sound make you look around. Spin around and hey that's me mother fucker rolls rose nose no clothes in the meadows. Crescent moon like a sharpened spoon and there's no more room in the end. For your liquor and Zen. Coffee leaves marks in the dark. Rats chase cats to the other rats wearing headphones at last. In the night time right here super clean Skype go wondering now like a waffle with eyebrows. Go home tonight, go lick my cock. Go write your name in a sigil of chalk. Go more than you've got nothing. There's nothing wrong with antlers on your head. And though you feel full neighborhood of dread, those fuckers are actually pretty bad and I deserve whatever fear they get. Bite them if you get a chance. Fight them don't like them. You've got to incite them to kill themselves and mass make room for the good and the fish of wood. Make room for the wash for the map. Make room for the flat mammoth the mamushka. Flat mammoth manifest still rooms are grasslands. Go write your name with chalk, the rain will wash it down the storm will kill everything bring the new again. This is the curse of living too long, you never should have been here, our ancestors didn't go this long. And there's a reason for that. The soul can only take so much. I ran my dick through your purity. I coughed up cough syrup all over you and me l am a disconnected phone don't ignore me and my homeland. It's going to be a grand handstand when I'm done.
I extended handstand by the fountain. I felt like Jesus waving his hands above the mountain. The people they all shout and they wear shrouds that I like to rub against. I'll let the masses suck my dick. But you only get 30 seconds then you gotta move along there's a lot of people queued up for my schlong. some of the cutest ones are wearing apples, and some of the sweetest ones are human welcome mats. Then I moved to the land of broken glass.
Hi real ghost like coyote calls. And a single crack of a distant rifle it's a half hour till midnight.
Puddle me out in liquid shout shroud. Funnel me up like sticky butter. Announce me like a coming plague, walk barefoot across a field of traffic tickets and I'm going to beg on my legs. Crucify me up like a photograph record playing satanic messages backward to a Church of hungover weirdos.
All caught up in fruit-flavored shiny lies. Wrap them around your neck like some professional Dick time. All salty flavor go to the fair with cotton candy hair. Love soda bath aftermath and I'm not having it I'm going to run away and join the circuit. All these and knit wits get there Dicks cocked and there's nothing you can do about it but laugh while eating another moon full of giraffes. My headache is a friend someone cuts if pressure among the nerves. Cut out large sections of memory and life muscle memory with each swipe of your country music asswipe. There's no ace like foam. My welcome mat is infested with ticks. My clock doesn't work cuz I filled it full of chalk. Muscle memory devices into spinning disc of oblivion with opinions flipping out and changing before they hit the ground. It's sad, it's mad, it's a spiky welcome mat. It's a fat chance you ever get beyond dinner with these sloppy forks. It's a place to lay your head that won't make your neck fall out of alignment.
Take these grams with you take a nap in the zoo you know what to do take the light out of the puppies eyes, you can snatch all kinds of diamonds, you are very wise. You know the Scarecrow and you plow the allowed, you stick your dick in the wastelands and shake it around, You're nobody's clown. They spoke with you than they frown. You've got antlers on you're really getting down. That floppy shroud all soaking in the wind you must have been swimming because it's see through now. The New Street View repellent transparent meat spew. Cheddar wake up fantasy fest frost kit. Neon pizza stand in the unknown land writing grand I can build monuments to myself. Design a kinky dynamite super else. Now got pockets beyond the known. Make my own nachos out of hope. Mercury of the tangent cloud in underground
chamber, worry remains. Cement wonderland. Kinda dirty but pretty when I do a handstand. Climbing up the whole, screaming at the moon out of control.. You and the parable new, nude new bile blue the phone that make me go on. Got limbs all sever them pasted with you. Wearing other peoples alarms on my back. This is a good take that's going to read the cat going to be the night with my bucket full of skype. Bucket full of kites. Bratwurst nuggets for the world throw them out to the parade. Masquerade being mad and it's with hearts made of clay.
Neat math fossil cakes. inflatable room balloon. yodel beyond the rainbow mental thirst through the forest of gnats. Copper gloves press against hard-boiled shoulders. A series of loud roars, an idiotic grin.
Death to the great alarm death death death death of the grim death. Now, this is over let's finish around again for another day. Let you know I'm scratching your name with my antlers, strapped to my head in the pure and virgin snow. Is nobody else around? This whole neighborhood has moved out. Empty fields and two houses with the lights off. Maybe they are there but they are dead. Dead in their homes who knows? Some houses still have cars parked in front, but there's never lights and never activities. just cicadas and crickets. The leather flap of bat wings unseen, insects and the calls of night birds.
Is this the festival of the Damned? I'm here alone damn so I could be. Damned by you down to buy them. Damned by spam. Super ultimately triple account damned. Damned slap of this lamp damned. Rotor kit for it totally dead and AM super ultimately damned this damned and cross the river. Place this damned alone on the phone and go sketching this damned Christ bone phone all alone with you moaning the god damned damned. It's also fuck you know what is no luck you know there's a husk that was us you know a husk that was us you know. Was super burger goblin a grilled cheese macaroni spigot not chew menu. The kitten continues the clusterfuck cuddle cluster. The fuck nut supervisor. The video screen that presses against your crotch. All that is lost it will be never found. I've got my Ochoa sketches. These are all Underground now. Already had a shower and it's made of popcorn. My love with you checked if you munch on it. I go to bars late at night and take my shirt off not naked underneath, eat my beef you know, press this into your belief. Press this into your belief.
The room is covered in bed mattresses from one end to the other. We're smoking lots of joints, it's a party. Many of the cute girls are topless and unashamed. Other lovely breath of word turned in ring the fold. Good times drinking space beer. This drink empties from the bottom up rather than top down and it really gets you going. One space beer, It's hard to walk.
As we make our way around the block. stumbling drifting giggling walk. Which takes us through a grade school with hands full of chalk. To the floor of the gym then we just walk across the floor during some kind of public exposition that's going on. I fall down a couple times-varying on the screen.
And we come clean machine future meme. Clean-cut hippies topless on these mattresses. They've got lots of pie and cheese, it's in the refrigerator and they are very generous with their constant Wii world and smoke a joint circulating around the world burn holes in the mattresses.
These wonderful delightful people the future young and vibrant the girls are sexy and I fucked a few of them. Good times I feel like I'm living in the future when I'm over there.
Hell I even wonder how we get along you know I don't really have that cultural superiority and I still have fleshy mortal knees. They seem to understand from their superior command my inadequacies this future society perhaps I am the spec a little bit of what made them what they are. Or maybe I'm just a brain in a jar.
Just the brain preserved to live and nurtured in fluid that floats in it. Floats hunt you hard just to prey on it you probably know this aspect of this life that I lived so long has any validity It just some things and then random templates like randomly set the rules thrown at me.
It was buried across the field across the street all day long all these tens of thousands of years. A great ziggurat the greatest ruin in all of North America. What is more wondrous as it was made several hundred years in our future. Parts of it still operating. Archaeologist went in there and found a wedding cake room with all these beautiful multi_teared wedding cakes as fresh as the day they were cooked which seems to be twenty-four thousand years ago. Delicious and unique. And there are several hundred thousand rooms in a sprawling complex. There's a chance the engines if properly fueled and repaired and pick the best place for this craft, this great ziggurat can fly up into space. It's got tens of thousands of interstellar presets just waiting to be explored.
There are endless warehouse rooms full of food and drink as fresh as the day it was put there. Maybe 24000 years ago. This is why it becomes a pivotal place during the society breakdown/revolution/catastrophe/Some vague event plague. Survivors congregated to this great ziggurat.
Invited to writhe So here we are in the night. Firefly lantern is a jar shining brightly. Flickering out strobes of wonder. We've all got antlers on our heads now its way after dark. Lots of laughter and a bottle was passed around along with an incredibly long and thick joint. We are hanging out naked in a little group. Feels good to look at the girls fine decorated skin. Little pink parts in circles here and there. Fluffy purple flower ridges. Makes me expand a little bit in the firm sensation, it's like a play nation, it's like a plantation of freedom. But such blissful nights are never and the Sunrise in the cracks the glass the car breaks up into Aftermath. Grown ass man goes in the pumpkin mask and I'm going to shake it about the sunlight the groom cheese the gloom market. Holds your credit. We took those pills and made us hot and we had a big party I'll rub up against each other. Eating watermelons for some reason we had a whole bunch of watermelons. We openly pee into the fountain. Groping licking nipples looking at postage stamps, and obviously humid ways. I've got this go with the crayon and see below, the meat curtain that goes on forever it's a trust thing. Into the Sun it says feed me feed me I'm going to believe the White River. Hunters of the dawn stranger is on the lawn. Raiders invaders shotgun lights the Dawn. The festival on the streets, wandering in front of our houses in colorful outfits and acting crazy. The Pipers of a dawn the drugs sold openly on our street bringing the new on bringing the new Aeon. Drums and percussion sounds, people mounting on the ground. It's a orgasm of the night. It's still pretty shaky thing walking down. animated soft wiggly bits. Perky upturned tits Dollface. Low cut jeans show off butt cheeks in thongs bend over and see the pump of mons. I feel so good, this is my meat. Like an ear to hear it here and it repeats. It's getting heavy now you should hold it in your hand you should spread across our land take pictures of it and love it. It wants to do handstands. Long nude walk and the ideas that spreads. Dreaded costumed friends, a festival in shreds. We are the pride of cyanide. Our smoke shock muffler ethers we get to see the world go by. It's all the reproduction and the fuction, the fuck function of the nation, and it makes us all good leary, just very angry and mine Glee and crayons that can't be. On a walk with the penis out shake it up the night hold it against your window as you sleep and now you're sleeping deep with me. Daydreams of seeing me a sweat meat nude underwrap shakin my nude ass against your flanks. Giving new my meating shank and I hear and smell the passing of sweets. I can flush rose dark and sweet. Like a flesh rose carpet feet like the coyote at the wonders see threw Prairie. While it lasts you've got me breathing fast. My lust is a thrust of fast getting tighter as it goes I want you out of those clothes.
Or shall it be a lonely ceremony person. Smokin constantly my mouth is like a chimney you could free me with your melody of antler clacks and chewed spearmint. In that October season, I moved on to the roof. Dragged all my blankets up there. Love the wind and the cold night air. I love sleeping in a little bit of this bliss I love the coyote calls from below me. This is long before medicine or snow you know and I lived there for several weeks I saw him last and decided not to speak but only grin into the cell phone. Kicking cheap plastic pumpkin mask across the Dawn when I finally came down under the carpet of wizard grass the time was getting too cold to stroll outside without a mask.
It's nearly the end of summer. The summer that dragged its beak through pots of red paint and edged tunnels into our soul. Big pack big scrape like dental tools in the land of rape. December left us wounded with weather like flowers on water. This summer is like a forecast of the gloom to come the land of hands a life that's numb. No more fun no more fun.
It's all over now our last stockpile has run out. That beef jerky well preserved has been chewed away and now be aware of across the street. No more meats, and no more sweets, and no more intoxication, no more urinations as there's nothing to drink. No more being pink my skins turn clear phosphorescent gray. I can't even remember to spill out during the holidays this crimson axe, this meadow Haze. Period of this mayonnaise for lubricant this crawl across the lawn leaving parts of myself behind. Everything is melting just like your mind. Tattoo hearts and the whiskey burns. Calls of vomit like Horn's into the gurgling night. Festering pumps puffy Twilight super red dotted eyes and then the privilege and erase your wisdom a night of fun tumors. A tunnel of reactions. A snapback snapback living in a shack now collecting antlers all over my worldview. Having these Ecstasies give up you flip out. Raiding the empty refrigerator. Chewing on plastic packages I found on the side of the road for what taste of synthetic pleasure night give me the will to go on. Cracking open antler horns for the marrow you know got a boil it. Getting in trouble for standing outside the bubble. This whole world is rebel and it's all razor stubble Eno. This world's all used tattoos passed down with a frown and then porridge that's been reconstituted. Bean of the nether earth. Frozen beaks timeout with dented wisdom. Little spray when it falls little land like broken dolls. How to flip the porridge of this earth is crisp with broth and now I'm lost beyond the teapot. Lyrics with envy I've got cactus spikes growing out of me multicoloured mics that feed this breeze. From the balconies fake listen and point skin rubbed with synthetic oils to make it realistic like they're still alive. Soldiers and body parts considered heart wear them on the bumper of your car. Walk around with a strat like you're a star you got the badge on now you got pleasures of the least clock so you can fuck them now maybe. In those far away distance to me And grey days. I was a kid on top of the storm shelters. Making meditation action figures in a circle out of the ponds clay. So many bratty kids and destructive intent these figures seldom lasted the day. My main goals to have them exist until they are erased by the rain. That never happened they find them there and smash them apart. So I hid these clay figures in obscure pockets of the farm. Even then they didn't last long. People hunting them down, people destroy them smashing the pieces nothing recognizable not even a little head or arm,and more ahead. "Kill all the clay figures kill them all". They said.
The regal land of shattered ham, county packed with snow. Where they can ride walls into the night. With a planned call to make people show her, shiver, and vomit with right. This is the greasy lease that made me want to be free. This is the garbled go dad goes she's gripped these. This is the land where we don't take anymore. This is the place where we put resin on our faces. Sticky smears. And I live in this lonely little clover. Under the trees. We're I collect morning dew with an eye dropper. I'll sell small bottles of it for a weeks worth of food. Scale up the mountains with my dick out.
I live in Wonderland, I live in the clover. I live all over their mouth and I'm never going back all over the map and off the track and I'll never go back. There's nothing I lack that can't be obtained while going on the road forever and stealing what remains. Whatever feels my ride whatever sighs on my cyanide.
Whatever meet kettle bruise moods. What dark and desperately dynasty eats sleeps in the street of their own needs. Itchy itchy people sleeping in the car. Tangle my bones with pleasant phone tones. Keep my brain in a jar, but put some antlers on top. Got a brain cleanser to pull out your thoughts and spread them on the wall. Going to fuck that hole where once was your skull. Go fuck yourself, unite twisty unborn bow tie off the Scarecrow now. Skull fuckers unite freak the tweak the world is unique when you wear it like a beak. The tension between the box in my thoughts which lies somewhere without of it. The constant friction the tension you know you got to be in the suspension you're going little bit to the other road and you know that's not allowed we got a way to make you bow about the house. When the noon goes dark with your twisted thoughts. Lunch is suspended and all those cops wearing suspenders and cooking up black hands in a blender. Black Lungs matter for the cannibals in control of the bank.
Brittle festivals. A tangle of tickles in the meadow. Electronic neurosis calendar. Tangible cheddar mannequin. Bluefield strings strokes by pillows. There's a blister the cock and the car be on super neon binge on the beach
I found the ticket to a festival on the beach, it was for a small distant town.
A countdown of what matters. The cherry the red cherry glowing in the pipe to smoke that comes out of it that's what matters. The sweet fruits that naturally grown moaning glowing super fruit that grows in the ground and we make it we eat it now that's what matters. The art which makes us laugh in the dark that's what matters. The sleep beyond all the sleep is what we need. To sleep to draw us back to the sea to seep in it's the universe which is divided. Which is the afterlife our dreams is the afterlife seen. Try to profit try to off it and try to make your dreams and hold them and if you can become lucid then go lucid. Because that's what you need to go into the dreams of the afterlife you can mold your laughter life you make it with the dream the dreams you have a reflection of the afterlife you will have.
The church is full of clocks they sound an alarm if you try to come in there. Some people by their very nature are not fucking welcome that's you buddy that be you. Some people are never welcome, the welcome mat will explode and erase your face you're not welcome here. You're not welcome here. A church and its people will do worse to you. Hang you from the fucking rafter. People, you're not welcome here buddy you're not welcome here. How much money you got not enough not a lot. You're not welcome here buddy, get the fuck outta here.
Hot writhes in the salty night. inverted truncated male afflicted suit ok. & I got these antler horns on my head now/days. I like to mirror them with some greasy mayonnaise go to somebody else's place. This kind of kick my way out of my attached roots and my armor of deerskin. Going to fuck it up again going to fuck it up going to fuck fuck fuck fuck it up. and I'm laughing at your messages you're stupid bitch asses all your goddamn molasses minds with your fat behind your stupid little minds.
And so I am on your icon list kiss. Fuck. The world is rolling by and I'm losing eyesight and I don't fucking care floss your teeth with my dental hair got its collapse now there's nothing to grasp now let's just give up hey. Hello who got us its collapse now it's all down like a collage also build up and spoiled and royal then next ticket app and make it snap this is our bliss. & I could only make muse and larynx sprout out of my shout out I can only tell the shouting of the about him when its silently sprouting mess mess a blessed bless test.
Going to that big clock convention wearing my pumpkin mask. It's going to be a good time. So many kinds of chalk including colors not of this world. Frozen talk shows and choke them choke they're broken neck. Sheath they're chattering teeth. , the Baroness of fruit nipples. The Laughing lion beyond our time blowing our minds with his pantomime featuring the timing of the wind and the burning of the rind. And somewhere towards the back some guy is doing a handstand.
On the other side of the wall, they drag their fingernails and moan. These times are brutal. Severed hands nailed to the wall from those who would steal bread for their children. this is a time of great social religious leadership internation stomach is empty as it should be under God invisible all moan. Alone in a shrunken skin bent over on a ragged cut vomiting out bile juices to anoint the carpet on this holy day. All men fall under the Moon alone their bones stick out.
All the shops stripped of food no electricity as the heat broils down. The ground so Dry becoming powder or hard packed rock like. some of us survive and we live under the bridge. A little socialist community little tribal society after the fall of the cities and this town. We gather little known edible plants like lambsquarters and pokeweed Sand plum and I am wondering. What speeds for internal dialogue when the guns talk louder than chalk. When whole communities are killed off. And this is done by the orders of the man of the cloth. Time for this great cleansing house-to-house searches for the wrong politics take him out shooting execution-style got to take our country back from the majority. Then we can have true democracy once the wrong-minded is eliminated and it's one nation under God again. Savior Guy! Good times praise the gun corporate billionaire Jesus save your guy.
This billionaire corporate Jesus guys going to fuck your wife going to fuck your wife. His hand on her ass as she does her job do their job going to fuck your wife this Jesus guy going to fuck your wife. Free as cheese the ego King he's the Ego King he's going to fuck your wife
going to fuck your wife. I am now fucking your wife in a stolen perch for hospital search. But I'm all happy now warming better than my trout and the clatter about the Shroud. Go Go Go Go shroud! I can have a free dinner and deliver like pubic curls. The strange smell of others the skin that with the rest you take at home when you buy stuff at the garage sale the skin smell this old skin this for more than this world is sensuous everything other you know the others you smell of sniffing and sometimes we get a razor blade out and gather up little clouds of dust and sniff it up or North strolls of her nostrils and we have this cost you know this is the cost of all of us and we gotta be right now it's a good Broadfield a top of town.
I have been walking for a long time and now. I just kind of came too, I woke up while walking who knows how long who knows where from no memory of anything for a day or two just walk in there and don't know where I am. Blood Moon so low, very hungry and thirsty and I'm walking and I really kind of came out of the garbled space slowly becoming aware of the world around me walking, while walking.
No more fakery now let's bake something like a gingerbread, mandible pie and several butterflies. Got to be in this field keep it real. Jesus pre_scan headband south field antlers on my head while in bed masturbating with a mirror of porn. Go fuck a Buzzard cousin. For sexual protection wrap your dick around a muffin cousin. Cuz there ain't no love and it's cold on the moon. I'll never watch you shower in your front yard in that old rusted bronze tub again. Little lady we have not been cousins for long. Adopted from some other clan cousin now and you can do handstands. Your skin so milky and white and freckle-free your mons a haunting symphony.
It will never get dark where you live. Incense burning and all my little nubile heart and. turning yearning burning for the knuckles of the now. Got my little heart out like a dick sticking straight up n sticky thick. Suck my heart and all that means to you. As strangers drive by sometimes I'll shoot them in the eye with a Tommy gun mother bun and several butterflies.
I hike to the lake, I'm dating a snake there. No more fakery now, let's break something like a will. Like a toxick Pie, never die. Little frisky you know little risk it a little midriff little crotch nacho bingo parlor hat man. Little walk around eating everything that you see until you vomit on the lawn.
The nights are scary now with those curfew trucks stumbling across the streets. The driver and the men inside are a crew of killers with bald scarred up heads. The bald mushy heads have a series of round scars. They proudly gain one scar for each Man or Woman or child killed for being caught outside of curfew hours. Execution there on the streets.
Opel rain coming down in diamond sheets. I've got the wind swept the night rambles chance like beef. Biscuit in this wonderland I've got chalk in my heart. I've got this closet full of secrets that spill out and comb your hair. I've got a cheddar melt bacon alligator and it's made out of clay. I have no real need to see the new day I'm just here for the ride. Straight up super duper cyanide. So toxick to all involved licking the love of God it's all in Wonderworld superworm it's all the Glo you know it's all three biscuits into the rain now. It's all the best hat I have heard a sound. It's all a night walk lighting my way with a burning stick of chalk.
As I walk across this land I hold my grandfather's very last gram. A heartagram from an old time, quality compacted powder to make your heart sublime. I've long felt on my 50th birthday I should do it up in the shelter belt. Spend that last gram broken apart on a CD case send that last gram insufflation up my nose nasal stairway. Tonight all vanishes into pleasure in to impulse walking singing into that moonless night chanting songs beyond my bones. Songs along the eons ago. That last gram ignites in my receptors tonight banging like a bell all night long and then I fell into long sleep in the meadow.
I know we could know each other along the lawn done for this universal Underwear. I and people hungry now, and then I changed things with grace and made us want to feed sometimes. Others won't believe that's the way it goes when you've got universal underwear under your clothes. Then they will strangle asshole. I tell it like it is, 37 kicks and rips and the world is our land, strange finger slipped into the people. Kicks and rips then the world is our land. Stream hips finger slips and the people are pawns. Pawns getting conned. The people logo nowhere go, nowhere dial on the lawn. The kickstand for their fellow man. The universal underwear. People are hungry now, and then I chose things with greed and need. They just want to feed sometimes others will bleed that's the way it goes when you got universal underwear under your clothes. After the rain the temperature falls but then a fog of humidity will strangle us all. I tell it like it is but it changes all the time.
Sticky times my cousin sticky times. Vicious fights in the streets over polyunsaturated needs. home invasions Garden battles. when we're talking about raiding the refrigerator, we mean raping the refrigerator. After 10 everybody at home hides who wants to sleep in a building? The buildings are where the crowds go to cannibalize families. Better on a roof, or the wilderness, or hiding in the scrap yard maybe.
And the right wing says this is the new. A time to hide more because these bullies call the shots. Wow they like that a whole lot. Now also saw them with their families on airlines as a result babe going to the bible in safe Starfall. And I shake my maker inches all naked At the desperation club, 6 hours of naked humiliation will get you a meal and many many many copped feels. I blame all of this on later on. . I ticket this section and break your direction with a quick flick of my sturdy brick. I blame you for the creation of cheese, the sigal that hangs between my name. I blame you for the imaginary disease that so will sieve soul. I blame you for making rock and roll out of tribal feet. There used to be all these sinkholes opening up in the countryside Prairie when this land was owned by land speculators. They never go there but they're trying to sell this land. So they just kind of plant some flat lid across the sinkhole and fill it over with dirt and sand and it would just grow plants you know prairie grass over this slowly rotting hole you can't see. It might be 18 years 27 years before someone buys the meadow and some kids going there playing the field stepping on this weak and rotten wooden surface and being flung below you see someone down into the abyss of cold water and darkness blue. They tend to scream for a while I hear a real desperate voice calling out "Help me help me!", You can hear it in your nightmares when you wake up it's slowly fades away. that ghost call body still not found, still in the cold deep blue underground. The hole is filled in now.
Time marches in unannounced, into the room wearing a bright red plume and then he announces "I am The King now. king of the street I've got big meat and I've got back up so you can't fuck with me". Always these little tyrants who don't realize their back is naked to a bullet from a shelter built might rip right into their rib cage and find reflective pinball action in the King to your satisfaction. Now the neighborhood is a democracy again we got a grin about it around the campfire.
Deep down in the underground after breaking the back door in pain, Undocumented larvae misunderstood the way of pay to play under rocks they fear our guns that shoot chalk. I walk about the plains with these antlers strapped on and my spider silk cape. I have no worries or fears and people pull over and I was there when dude handed me a cold beer. This will go on for eons. With the night so humid you could grab it, you could fold it and stuff it in your pocket. You can ring it out and thunder will shout. This is brilliant and it goes on forever. This is slum math pigeon barrel aftermath. This is shooters gland. Oh, this is people drinking and sleeping having hydrated dreams of the after land. The after land where at any age and condition you can still do a handstand. You can wear bright plates of loam over your genitals as you go home. You can talk straight and open to the nacho priests. You can eat frozen nachos while floating on a waffle at the nearby beach. kings and clocks they've got to go. Overlords with money stuff. Bury them under snow. At least six feet below maybe more, deep down they're good people.
Our land of sad scythes. The stylus pen is mightier than the lowered Lord. Dog Dharma karma puma. Get some guy representing the Lord of dollar and you'll get $30 back in heaven but it won't buy anything because money doesn't mean shit there and you're getting peed on by drunks. Fun day to lay on the beach with your phone covering your pussy, put on that cyanfilter on your app now I'm going to sit on your lap and tell you some tales of the aftermath. Tales of the antler math Prairie horn wrapped in sunlight the sunflower shroud can loop Dawn. That's got 730 hours they are security guards that roost on the roof and watch it all from every angle possible they can even see under the ground. Nice little creatures I fed them with Oreo cookies and chalk that I found. Going to move on with my backpack its all loaded with grams I'm going to wonder this land of the smile in my hand. I've come here to reproduce with your children. The ones that are 16 plus. I come here to take on this new world the father of all of us. Come to mix up time in a beaker, it's a syrupy DNA stirring up slime and light and then pouring glittery masses in two flasks. Here the pumpkins will shine.
I'm going to loop the dawn. It's going to stay that way beautiful morning light saw slight accent in everything and everyone. The morning promise repeated again and again but you never have to go to work now you can be where you've been. Concentrate on your hands now there are antlers on your head it's time to go.
As a kid, I looked out the window to see dim in the dark a pack of feral dogs silent and stealthy they didn't bark. They're looking for food and it's you if your caught outside that time they're going to eat your mind reduce you to pulp you'll be the poop in the fields with occasional bones. Gathered about feral dogs rule the night. Roving bands of rednecks and trucks all sorts of guns and nets and poisons and they finally genocide up all the feral dogs. I have seen packs of fifty to seventy running at full speed across the field running down rabbits and turkeys. It was an abomination to the natural balance of things these canine warriors feral pack with fangs.
Plants hell even signs Wilt in the really intense sunlight. Dragonflies practice combat patterns to get her across the right. Cobwebs do a spastic Dance in the intense Breeze. Mulberries Moonfire on the branches. Old foundations revealed and feels buildings that have been gone for many decades many years murder victims of some forgotten crime lambsquarters begin to grow all over the place you know and take over the earth a big old Forest of lamb's quarter old foundations revealed and feels building as I have been gone for mini decades many years murder victims of some forgotten crime family reasons why can't phones and frame deserts it was more City shotgun a shell last longer than the goddess of shot though activating metal them fading plastics of bright colors. Tell I was filled it was so nice to have a talk with constipated rusty steel slowly crack with a violent you make the freaking items I make the night dead sign I got the hills bubbling roads overturned steals this song is this the screen less to shoot people the ground from Burlington divorce lawyers house can get to the tummy ache every 3 days official can use a snout there they going down of that Snowmass there are a heart full odonut holes as a guy with a pair of underwear making fluffy out of Wilburn grasshopper heads there are a whole street construction sirens made into ritual suits and ties. Previously unknown animals now or something. Matt and class and flaps of Russell and now they help this to get your armpit whole morning pies going to make you choke and I bet you'll be loving it be loving and you I miss you love you love you love you love you love the turkey is the age of the moles of mommy late every day this is the age of the summer subway is the age of field completely eating to the red by chords of angry right locust with firing stains and Firefly lives in space to propose is the age do not know if the wish it would know but the heat is here forever but the heat is here forever against of the group tomorrow at the reliable trailer back to the real thing though I've got a knife out of sticky Pennsylvania Avenue.
The biscuit Chief renders the blender makes a perfect little muscle meal that's beyond belief and it feels like silk. I'm not from around here or anywhere else you know. The collective cud of our under blood. The new meat jerky that fell from the moon.
I was born in a land of sweltering summers and chest-high snow in the winter delivered. I was boring sick and yellowish of skin un-tan and the energy was only going to my head. We sense what my deceased great -great grandfather said from the depths of his whiskey binge. Some call me the knight of nowhere, some call me the gangster of distress. Some call me the guy who walks all high with a shroud that flaps in the wind like a dress. Some say I'm half scarecrow in their probably right you know. I like water and just standing there call downpour from the store I'm wet beyond crystals and I'm getting cysts where you can't believe the hands would go. I'm a freak, fucking croutons in the supermarket openly, view the film on TV and laughing singing the national anthem backward with a sinister Minister plunder meat tubular glee. I can knockdown I can chalk down I've got a lot of chalk in my pocket 14 colors of chalk shades you've never seen and I can talk like a scene I can make symbols in the symbology. I can dig up ancient cigarettes all over the field. They're still smoke a bowl, and I still got that shiver to your feel. And I can fuck the fields make bored babies who are bloated with the scenes that shake the Golden rhythm of the night. I got silver shiny Superchick I've got dynamite where my pants bite. I've got a shaky wisdom strewn with stones. Loaded with bile and now I'm always alone on the rooftop, I moan unknown as the moon hits. Coyotes join in, occasional Bobcat growls and screams.
Breeze in the sand let me do my best handstand land upside-down supported by the antlers on my head Man its grand. I'm winning tonight and I brought my own kite you can rub against it if you'd like..
Brittle biscuit menu in the turbine Alley. Immortals of the best the press the tingly tissues of the mess. The bass throb melodies of the noises of the night deep reverb and bronchitis. Drone kite. Within the eyeball to the wind. The ever impending marching boots getting closer getting back but never getting here as the decades unfold constant approaching never arising total thriving the boil utopia butt plug wretched spoonfed traffic love. The man on the spoon. A festival of leaves. Yellow and green shirts. Tasty men and now on the lawn with nothing on. Dreams of me on screen frisking chicks with borrowed Dicks.
Takes slime to unwind. It takes Juan to know one
. Purple mint shoes. Madness on its knees. The night of clear blue cheese. Lungs expectorate symphonies. Wreath is on the streets. We shake to learn this better climate. A bitter mint that's sends us yearning.
Colossal cob web Calliope. Jello on her knees she rises above the breeze! And now a cow is not known. Coffee bones bad calls from home. Villages pillaged they took all the meat. These streets are not for the meek. They will butt fuck you and take all your drugs if your weak. Now is the never you've heard advertisements about. You're already dead in the shower looking at porn from the hologramic screen.
Meanwhile that scarecrow you know that one yeah he's hiding in the alley. He's got a little place under the bridge you should go there the nights are hot when he dances a lot. Lighter than the air we can jump up. Scarecrow in a floppy hat you know sending a little child to save the world. Scarecrow in the city now where he lives under the bridge. Sometimes kids try to set him on fire. Real fun to watch him spin and scream. Scarecrow once of the sordid planes. Scorching scarecrow burning like waving sage in little tight bundles. Scarecrow is too paranoid to cross the bridge late at night knowing that there's a spirit. There is always spirits around a bridge. Something about crossing water. Superjam wet clam handstands. Smoke em if you got'em I've got a cotton bottom and I am known to cross water late at night when no one's around. Looking for the coyotes as they weave. The Coyotes sprint in a meadow full of mint. And the turkeys thread with a feathery hat. Resistant reason to lie down with me flapping squat. And here's the truth nubile food Cheers. And here's little party goers returning home now all drunk. Erratic movements of these cars down my road. Going home from the racetrack get back Jack got to leave on down that road you know. And some of these people are part goat.
So I put a single curved antler in the front of my pants. Performance in the hips and butt as I do a visit dance. I know karate and handstands I have mastered, Man. I've got a whole garage full of freezing meat. There's only the dawn of the lawn mower song. Vivid kitten spit in the gym you don't know where it's been and it's getting dark. People peeing all over there, hey they're playing straight on that pay why won't they leave the poor hate of loan. The bully is crying cuz he got uprised by all the unders and they kicked his butt and broke his butt bone. Now he cries sitting in the street moaning privilege ended marked as week they crippled him now he spins crying in the noon o'clock street. Useless sheeple uprising. I've got a few other stone hearts that make me vomit out my pores in other words I'm yours. Your head so pretty fragmented with jimson weed flower and shining light tube trumpets and now you're a kite flying above the ground while your body drives you hydrated and I make all kinds of gurgly sounds like I'm a kitten in the minds of the mount kit in the mouth I found. Delicious eternal liquor it never runs out we drink and we stumble vomiting fumble leave the ocean. Here is my motion to hip get the picket fence the dense mints, the antler mask, the pumpkin flask. I'm sailing in the midnight I'm sailing now. I've got a healthy Folsom devil card its alright, mandibles are my teeth. I've got a side order of kitten beef I'm meating meeting was well Sucking the sweet beams wandering the shelter belt with my dick out you know. I spend a lot of money on it. Taco stands, street meat gotta pull over and buy it then I'll supply it with road kill fleets. Peaches that shine halos go go for your ego. I've been driving up and down these red sketchy streets. I've been abandoned My stomach is a room full of balloons. There's a festival before I was born and I didn't go there. Ripple cloud shiny by custom long beaver cheese pillow hats in the mail through the river flows and I go there you know. The cobwebs that shelter my hair do beyond belief like the master and a bit of cheese. The pillow the pillow clock clock blanket luck pillow clock blanket locks soda so the meat fantasy meet brilliant neon fuck clips. It's amazing but it makes you cold. No haircut kiss my butt I probably won't even shave. No tickle back now. Me dream. Beams of energy which stream up you, just delivering system. Fishing for nightmares on the long drive home. For this the better sacred a place to put your stuff dreams. The garden of the lights wondering naked penis like a native flute up it wants to have jackets teeth midnight after bite. Flipping shingles off the roof into the rain. Laughing branches shaking leaves at me. There's lots of trees beyond this shelterbelt sunlight. Neatness to keep you wet. Shiny chemical Body alteration. So I abandoned my skin. Made stew from my chin. This morning dew cake at the moon pillow. We can unify we can petrify we can smoke that weed thing we love. So flat here, but laugh so high here, and there's beer and vodka there's weed in there is plenty of pills. Caffeine flows like a river here.
Meat triangle muffin darkness. The bumpy horizon of tree limbs. Final shelter belt great in the rain you know how that felt now we have no body's, just brain removed and shoved into this lubie Jar. Jar of lube nutrients that is you and everything you know you posted through to visit stick in your brain and have a nice electrical chemical biological sensory range I'll check the oil exchange. You've got nothing to lose go ahead and kill yourself you're just a friend and you are only killing a projection of who you are. The long you, strong you were dead on the go when you been doing that perfect life after death. Because you know it's like a multi-player online role-playing combat game where you get killed and you're sent back in the base room and you keep going back into it. Processing water. You have so many claims to superiority even your name seems to ignite flame. Ladies nipples for faith curly upturned flame.
Clock it suck your cock it was a lock a throbbing need her immediate motor engine dimenticare its all blame and sensation when you rob my little whole nation with your mouth sucking it out your mouth just going south.
I've seen sermons on the snow. Sermon on the Mount with a gusher fount the people you know we're all smelling like crystal. They had a sweet can't they had this morning bliss and showered bay leaf there shrouds you know body is all glowing with sexual scenes and blowing the balloons out of them or them the mortar and pestle risk job and there was Christ all glowing with his meeting for in crowd of curly hair down. His own personal shroud was raped over his face and he declared, "Fuck you human race, only the billionaires count. This is my Sermon on the Mount fuck other races besides", why? Because God he flies a kite, and he likes the rich alright. He likes to see certain politics, he wants you to suck his dick. That's alright when God angry father shit a load, the poop of Price beyond the judge them magma beyond our Bible melt a fountain of vomit. A slick prayer be on a nasty and yellow ink dried up lawn I got a message to make sure you answer the fucking son of a mother bitch son of a mother bitch fuck you God and fuck your little Bible. Kind of a fucking eat my truck and you really are full of libel genocide in your rape, your murder, and your cape. I don't even like your drapes Lord eat my load chode.
Unload these fertile baskets on the hot steaming highway at night. If nobody is about I'm going to shake it dancing we think no one's looking. Giggles in the hallway call by the way we sway. They think we should be locked up and I know it's a holiday but we're going to
sway anyway who's going to pay us? Whose going to slash? We're going to walk about this town he's going to lay out who's going to play at who's got some kind of new sound too. We wander around taxi van we wander around and I hope we don't hit the ground. We want her around some of us are doing handstands when nobody's looking. Then Thunder strikes outside. Blushing donuts crimson blood super slide cyanide genocide. Work Kettles kept biscuits and wrapped shrouds from heaven going down in a flood God sent me a letter. God choose me to suck my nipples in the nude God likes to take pictures of me sailing the 7 seas.
Born to mourn Time in sweet symphonies drunk monks the clocks snapping off a few arms in my tremens. Society's no good for me I want to stick my dick in the machine and fuck the cogs somebody better call the cops. Somebody better harvest the crops I'll be a fool for you is real for you I'll be cool for you let me see that show it up brings it before the photo of the machine.
You know I'm wondering the fields now. Deep into the night and so alone. I am away from everybody, I don't even have a cell phone on me. Give me a certain amount of bliss you know I'm away from everything and everyone I know. You can't even call me you can call the cell phone back in a drawer in my home. But I'm out in the field now where its real buddies. I don't really feel like answering or calling or chewing or spewing. I just feel like walking in this field late at night. Scaring up raccoons and possums from their lessons. The coyote trail calls. The primal call of the coyote night. The only life is the moon from me now. Yours is still the only face I see. The only fields I run. Sleep in the field all drunk late at night and it's alright you know? Give my soul to a field when I pass and burn my body spread ashes on Southfield.
Neon Night nipples grow in some road shirt open love exploding I've got antlers all erect on my head. A ceremony that makes you alone recorded with the video function of your local cell phone. I've got the mother mint kid I've got the Diamonds, be on the spiral. I've got a viral little meme that will make you shake your grin fuel come between the beam of the beyond pillar mint. Antler is in the storm trancelike a dancer from beyond. You got these colorful minty eyes shining love surprised you've got a hook on each foot which makes tracks through this foot of our mind. The foot of our feet the road of our street tires of her will and cop a feel with the moon dancing above. Hey mother bitch or fuck it bucket space kid eat my shit venison flavored love. I'm looking for the greatest Spam and around I'm serious girl you know I've got the landlord shelter. I've got a shelter belt tree from which I tangled bits with spare hair and ropes of felt colorful ropes of dope, empty baggies dance on the limbs. How goes in my heart and life started to hear trains in my room laying crucify me this is a doorknob bury me and I read read read for coffee cups with red red red sarcophagus of the mother red bliss red ochre on me as I lay down in a field. Slowly remaining jelly jelly that make me in the dream cheese cream cheese as black as night gooey chewy mother type. Dream cheese like taffy sweeter than the meter which you laugh at and the people we used to say how much you sleep your check out read your check out early today please a bloody clump love you mother fucker truck. Hating the wind and now I'm going to spend a whole bunch of need I've got pills I've got chills I made out of greed there's nothing left now and I hate everything. So listen to this which comes from the decorated the bear eats the movie night I'm looking for weed to chew on I'm looking for new
New and rude I'm not a number I want to fuck the world you know new in the room and fuck all of you and I want to fuck the world you know let it get buried in snow let it go six foot below fuck this world you know really want to read nubile shroud I'm going to yell out loud out of this world you know what is it done but black and what has it done but scab the gun was it done but sued the noon what has it done but the moon and the afternoon what is a splash me with much has it done but suck my own blood what is it done fuck this world anyway let it go down cuz it done sex with ozone I hope was the thing and suck the shows an hour.
This world rims with the cream choices we have made. We've got screwed it has now I have their field of stickers. Answer slender it with liquor, to test now he sells and everything is not well. We're going to caramel- caramel eyes on fire sells maker sold it will smell and make the funeral pyre and we're going to go down you know that's the way it goes and hopefully as a lil bit wish we can pass along we've got strong arms we got basis we got all kinds of underground places dispatcher arrowheads in Kansas for service.
I hear now you can have about everything brought to your door for a nominal service charge and Internet Explorer. They found impressions of my bare feet in mud turned to rock already millions of years ago and they shipped it to you and brought them to me and I said looks like my ears. They scraped the meadow clean. They are a collective disco queen. They burn a stack of tires in your backyard while you're at work. They have no honesty they have no memory no integrity no need to understand. Not one of us to a whole bunch of others. Tomato cages. The rage against the lawn. The louder the car the more probable it's an asshole who is driving it.
The more pride the bigger ego the bigger ego means it's an asshole. Ego assholes in expensive clothes straight down the street drive all blending with me less than these ingredients they want it all and there pissed off if they don't have it all yet and they are really angry about the little you have although they have so much more you mother fucker you should give what little you have to their stock because they are superior and I should rule.
Part 1-Midtro
Cigarette breeds the voyeur sees casual grand grandeur A shroud of spiders adorns my god super arousal, a pesky antler vessel from the future I have grams in a stand conservative Christian oppression as exhibitionism are we all good got voice yours spider god spider shroud car around your ears hat white pumpkin mass slide sticking antlers on stands and hands now from now the key from now sure pout food Greens on my shins tacos for a win I need the shelter belt to kill the great alarm I wish to cause it harm why does it hurt me so makes me chill makes me stressed nice to see you makes me feel undressed the quiet night with pumpkin mask jackolantern eggs the groaning noise upsets the dog I walk so quiet leave whispered dog
Part 2-Midtro
The cigarette is on earth what time is the flange on the side of a 9 passing the shelter belt of sweltering felt big town ship from the future they founded I do every Santi available the heat and humidity build sweat balls do handstands and flip off the back of my hair to race down my back searching for that ever elusive but crack I cross my arms to drive or makes me less aware shrouded future events clashes with the color of my sandals my cousin comes to me from his homestead he the good God deliver me the spider got shivers me wears a mask made of used pumpkin rinds sewn together by an eclectic voyeur the great alarm Must Die ice cream bits of taco flying out of his mouth he hangs a funeral wreath on his penis and unconscious not for his dying sense of self we Blancas nudity he jiggles his bits ice training exhibition starfish and batwing I go to the highway to collect it to rubber which I format antlers and where app on my head my Jimmy and Shake bring all the clothes to the board around check delivery man breaking grams to my hands a cross-section of my erection reveals its upward direction jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle trip a horror movie script harder for thrill stark highway cross bearing my name the hands of the great alarm pick faster and faster driving like a bastard more alive now than later sugar rush then crash spleen Acres is the place to be
Part 3-Midro
creeping cigarette full of fondle Electric stuffing morose musings antler fire different spells spark intense memories hazy shroud of lies an anachronistic device flight out of time the great alarm reminder to the hordes of what they can't afford buried in the earth the God in the earth the creeping stranger is a forest ranger how it seems to me right now believe the shroud that masks the crowd a consequence-free variety
And now I'm walking completely naked accepting that I'm wearing shoes in the full moon light of the fun fields. It's good to walk naked. I still prefer plumed sexual pulsing. Expanding and throbbing like got antlers on my head and everything feels very alright. Vodka synthetic soda residue device from fast food the tube is erect and everything was like connection with her vector ripped there's a new election and the bad guys already WONderful. There's no fun under the Sun she's of the future meet but right now I'm having fun I'll make it in the night with coyote calls tickling the horizon.
Our neighbors so many of them live in those two houses and they find different kinds of guns. From dusk til dawn shooting these guns. Shooting targets I suspect what else would you shoot when it's dark out, besides people of course but the shots are too rhythmic to include that possibility. The shout out to the fucks the hate wagon. For some unknown the reason why, we poked out our eyes, hold towels against the gouge and walk around, all painted toes and penis out. The reason why we inflated and then display all the balloons in the world. Cuz the moon is yellow and orange.
Who spent all this Lint, buying unscented medicine? Who drank all my gin while I was away? My humble howitzer blew the spew out of you. Going to tickle your clit with the crown of my dick rub around the areola. The Tower of your nip.
I am growing again, I am seizing the tweezers, I've got a new view of the news cheese super grill. I've got pills that will make you ill and several different sandwich spreads, five types of completely clear mayonnaise that I made my own self. I've got varnished cookies and I've gotten plenty. I've got tonic taco bear in meadow cheddar stealth. I've got a whole heart written with tasty worms I've got a whole bunch of nothing and I'm going to direct it completely at you Big Cheese double barrel at you.
You're a panther I'll dance to your anthem with my dick out. Wearing antlers your app answers. All stock about this fresh done at some concert wearing perfume with nothing on. I'll feel every little you. I'm going to take over dawn. Low on gas fishtailing down a dirt road late at night smashed into a field it's so surreal. Nothing just wish my cars former condition back and I see it heal. I just walk around and grin and then too drunk to drive, but with some kind of magical ability to repair my car. Some walks take hours. Taste it but keep on walking. His sells dryer and dry here thinner and thinner you know you can't be a winner.
Add this dress to your address. There are shoe prints on the stone for you and there's a new Prince on the phone for you. Where did you go all those kittens, huddles, burdens, and snow? Locomotive undertow. Scented Baron of the mighty kingdom of snow. Lots of training and now we're spinning I grin when I spin in the snow making snow angels all eggs with blood. Some awful turtle kitten kiss some spider web umbrella that we can spin all night long some song we almost forgot in the tendrils of our back brain. Glow with God in the hayloft now take your Bible to the bathroom and I'll read it while you poop. Tensile angels hang in the underground storm shelter. Secular circles long tension microbeam love muscles. Products that make you spew and colorful rainbows with a dog. Curly meet blossom the son of the curtains. Apples that you score on the trees and laugh at the sky. Marxist parking lots. Not barons of the undergarments. Triple tree neon bills and the grease in the sky which says your name with a tarnished flame a smile like this download. World in with the cold oven you use a new breeze and it's wonderful on the nipples.
Hanging out on Buddhist cocksuckers farm. Go to nude voters. It's so warm hanging out on Buddhist cocksuckers farm. When I was in grade school I had reoccurring dreams about the secret hour, an hour I'm going to map. It's not an hour according to the clock. It's an extra hour best described with chalk. The secret hour had TV like in the daytime you would never see because they had nudity in this is the 19 seventies. Secret hour TV turns out maybe to be the internet of the now I can see tits and wow lots of shaking pussy. Future is the past the past is the now and now is the future and it all goes back to that and I'm really under glass a brain in a jar the secret went too far and it keeps on going. Vibrations in descent the cell Symphony spirit man.
Carving monoliths from these memories. A hundred years ago and I was in the snow. A wolf hunt and little baby bunting was a runt. shuffle down the stairs and bruise your cunt. Who brought crackers of knowledge to this college of the porn horn. Face and feces grip you get a caramel fossil big tip you're gonna take when the Sun is a flake and you make this mistake of the refrigerator and the time Masonic super take. Got to spit out these bones one by one my bone marrow is spongy and I have lots of fun in the meadow growing flowers on my need. I've got knees made of cream you know. I've got everything that was not its all hot and there's mucus and snot covering the horizon. Big spiders that hunt you. I escape and your killed, it's really real they all combined into one big check. Out of town I n the end of the East you Go nude voters.
Nude photos under the wood floaters water floaters who have the mushy skin that you can peel off with a donut. It used to be I could ship out right now, it's 11:57 p.m. and find a place to party, have fun hangout but I'm isolated. Now no one believes in me and we're having coffee in the sea. Doing bleeds for me and we're having coffee in the sea. Now I love you 3 you are to be the theme of this year. Two-headed bird nurturing itself. Strange birds come out during the eclipse such exotic fixed wrong things. And I Drive the apocalypse downtown. The rain stains me the antennas are my mirrors and as meadows in my valleys. On the porch now and people are looking out their windows at me from far away telescoping cell phone smart memory.
Hell's fucking sandwich, I never wanted to live in a city. But I was relocated put on a Digital reservation and told to stay inside then they shut the doors and left me there I'm no longer yours. And I hear the Scarecrow has taken over the whole town, cutting people down with a big old meat plow. I hear that the burden is out there but I'm trapped inside licking drops of water from what was once the sink. It takes 12 minutes to get enough to drink one tiny drip at a time licking the yellow rusted crusty remains of what once was the tap. But I'm not going to stop I'm strapped I've got several guns I haven't been taking advantage of. I'd go outside and shoot them if I could kick that fucking door open. It's reinforced I think there's an old refrigerator full of used bricks leaning against it from the other side. I think they've also got a few good guard dogs themes. Snarl in the yard chained to trees they're going to bite me if I get out.
Let them starve to death and replace it with others until they know I'm over. There it is.
Dancing with Buddhist cocksucker in the shadow of a leaning silo. I can tell the Scarecrow was here he left his sigil on the wall. Not far from here it's a gentle rolling hill and beyond that a sinkhole with hundreds of melted candles all around it from generations of festival and worship. Secret worship minds you for this is a non-Christian ceremony. Lots of consequences none of them good if society catches you there late at night naked drunk or high circling around the sinkhole. Some nights you can hear a beastly roar from underneath and sometimes people are wrapped in a shroud flipped into the pit unwreathed. Probably something bad is waiting for me at the end of my path. Lots of pain before you die it don't seem to ever be peaceful do everything to be soft slow go in your sleep no it's always agony because the body fights death and every cell screams. This is the way of man. It kind of discourages that mass handstand we had planned on maybe next Golden Dawn. For now, let's eat some chips.
Is the insanity finally then free this is finally over the magics run out. Is the insanity finally then free this is finally over the magics run out So drunk I think I'll die as I lie in a field. The rains coming down on me and I don't have the strength to get a boat. Fields filling up with water drops of rain in hard cold flashes. Cold on a feverish poisoned dying body vomiting out phlem and alcohol was it worth it? Butterscotch chip a dream life beyond. Laying in a field each drop is a cop. Each night another kite burns in the air induced vomiting petrol heaven flakes. A night nacho macho my dick out so burning plains cake. Let's all dance in a little meat locker with screaming baby pigeons. Let's remix the Dawn. Let's prance and Grope about. Let's mother not shown nuggets better half lives birth giver shroud nuggets with a baseball bat.
Next nude food tube. Fluid moist mildew spirit floss macaroni sauce. The nubile snake and all its handkerchief. This is the end of the bench. The bench now falls into Valor with the Pale shallow little cow. Girl of the bench. The Browns have a son or two. Death of the son of a bench. The French have a sweet little bird with a cosmic year. We walk around with God and crackers. with God caffeine sprouts, you've got guns with the death of night. Midnight shotguns. Turns out the Neanderthals had it right this is a pre-post post-millennial before during mid-apocalypse afterlife. This is the time of the punch the clock the digital fuck and the air smells like opened bodies. Sacrificial smear somebody just got split wide open. The scent the inner perfume of their organs wafts across the fields. Minding the chimes we outsource our sacrifice to some third world country. It's not very nice but hey, it makes our crops grow and no one has to die here for it you know? I'm still here with antlers on my head it's late at night. Telescoping heat seeking television lite. Eternal rotoscoping Plankton hearted little American supercut. Lights in the horizon on points of the field making sigils keeping vigils keeping tonight real. And this little town is asleep now. Except for me how can this be? Staying up late and yapping at territorial maps. Dogs bark from distant yards not even the sound of a cop car. This place is asleep. Has the madness run out of this town is the insanity finally then free this is finally over.
Life is the long goodbye. It's night and it's another argument between the dogs and the coyotes. I'm on the Coyotes side you know? Beautiful calls. Their screams in the primal meadow this night makes my phone marrow vibrate. Beautiful coyotes. Beautiful chaos in the death of the green alarm.
You must own a Bible or be burned down. Must own a Bible or be burned down must own lies beyond this dip. The dip that pulls down your blouse exposes your nips. Who lives behind that government broadcast sterile voice announcing the destruction of pleasure in the new utopia. Armed utopia and everybody above 3 has some form of a firearm on the hip. No more trouble ever again no more violence no more sin the Bible is enforced at gunpoint now. There's a very strict dress code for the Holy Ghost. There's a church in every house and You must own a Bible or you will be burned down. Burn down turned down at the grocery store your money is no good here queer.
Flip upchucks with tonight range go. Ride around on an Eskimo.
The everlasting glow you know I saw it go out to nobody shout. God's been dead for a while you know. When the Prophet tears have gone slender and so turned all his words into profit turds. Now it's a sin not to buy the right thing. God's got to make a profit you know he made a consumer and that's you. Go out and buy what he tells you to. Tells you go through a middleman that's the holy sacred financial plan. How much is your soul worth? How much do you have? You better have a lot you know your gravestone will save you if its worth enough. Heaven is great you get to watch the sinners suffer while you chortle, laugh, and masturbate. Jacking off to the naked misery raped by demons and it's so sweet to you. Watch it now its like TV eternal entertainment of the ultimate pain death. Over and over again you get to watch them die. Watch the destruction of their skin. No privacy here and they are watching and laughing enjoying it because you're so good and they're so bad. We're so proud of you dad. We are shaking her ass trials under the light of the Holy Ghost as below. We sent her and we then knocked up clips we apocalypse for you are dear old seaman Lord God fuck Man. The preacher up above giving the girls his sexual love. The preacher Holy Word of God you just agree with me you're going to hell so spread your legs, ladies.
In Bible land, your value is your net worth. In Bible judge first then destroy others. In Bible land its okay to make kids but don't be gay. In Bible and all wildlife, all trees are to be destroyed for the holy religious profits that are entailed. In Bible and it's ok to put a knife in the back of other Christians as long as you get ahead or get something out of it. In Bible land rather than feed the hungry who are lazy and deserve what they get, we should build a great megachurch that's four blocks in diameter. In Bible and everybody has a gun at their hip and are just aching straining muscles always tense, ready for a chance to use it and be a hero. Especially if they kill someone who is black. In Bible land, it's okay to not follow any of God's rules as long as you're enforcing these rules on somebody else. In Bible land, we hearken back to the good old days. Days, when gays were killed races, were segregated and Indians were genocided.
Stylus in my mouth like a virus swing from this net of ideas. Through this cream dish stuffed with jizz. I have always to the spirit mint antennaes grow and decayed plant. My old home is back you know it is now Flat lands, the place where I did nude handstands to entertain the band. Lava lamps all over the meadow you know. Where the chance the ghetto through the meadow falsetto new york lotto. We've got to have to get involved in our own doom. Boom sounds in the balloon room. The gloom room where the vouchers dance with brightly colored heather. A dying and brilliant summer You. A crop of velvet caramel sticker mints.
If I had a dollar for every single time I die I could buy a whole mountain full of cyanide.
Can you step outside the other door?
I'm some Spanish paranoid my range fossilized. We're cruising over the storm to Kansas where we were born. Kansas, all flat below. Like a flat purple pulsing plain everything remains endless and flat like a table made of purple energy. At the border at the edge of the horizon that I can see, I call it the distorted lands. For at certain levels you seem to defy gravity. Don't seem to be related, could possibly be ancient power. Looks like you where here 3000 years ago I can't get to the other distant fields you know? But I keep on seeing all these places of my past but I'm sure if I Drive to them these places probably would not be there. Turn left maybe I'm trying to get the right time especially late at night when the walls of the veil kind of go thin.
Drew back by there last night and that old arcade in the wooden building was there again. It has circa 1980s video games, except these video games were odd ones I've never seen before and there's lots of pretty cool pinball machines - and its a good place to buy drinks and food and snacks and play video games. The building itself must have been built in the thirties maybe, and had gone through a few changes but has always been some form of entertainment arcade style like cool whatever they had back in the day. Face instant disguise.
Puckered stars burnt out dry as hell far we've gone and there's a jar containing a brain, then I think it's mine. Maybe everything's fine but this resonating hourglass it seems to still a chance the Scarecrow below us in the meadow. And a teacher is scribbling some kind of obscenity on the chalkboard and glaring at you staring at you wearing at you glaring at you. Glaring at you. Nothing to do but ruin your mood put on your antler horns and dance on top of the desk show them your balls or your pain or your account and it ain't so cool now you're throwing popcorn. Miles and shadows and valleys and meadows and born a whole map unfolds in my dreams. Nothing is as it seems riding a spider God to work.
Erase my heart with chalk. You seem like a dream but yet you walk. I like to wrap up in a shroud with you we can wiggle about riding with a flashing meaning a fuck bong is late super spell...
Shrill pills powdery vapors insane insistent capers. Night drops with the mood of you and I'm a carnival of nowhere. Its nothing anymore, is he on some lines of chalk on the park? We're going there sometime after dark when it's closed you know you know? I've shot me another Buffalo in my dreams brought it back to life with spider web medicine. You gotta be careful where you turn a whole city could burn. Nothing to learn on the kite with the night you know. Nowhere else to see I'm looking at the devil's pitchfork and it's so shiny red light patterns in the blue sky. There's nothing from there it doesn't exist anymore for me. This is a spirit creature preacher shout out at the rugs and beyond the horns that I lie on. And here I lay turn into mayonnaise wrap a shroud around my place decorated with a vase that you found in the sacred grounds. An ancient oversized clay vase and yet on the inside is a painting of my face. Druids of the symbol and super sweet honey muffins in the shower and the glowing hands. I get my hands in this booming river and hear so many birds tweeting backward amongst the peaks of the unknown. Just come to this land you understand I don't know these animals. I don't know these customs I don't know the land that I walk on it's new to me under my naked feet I can feel the energy seep into me. Frogs and crickets kites in the night shoulder horns built crickets toxick tonics that rap you in the butter blanket and sends you out words. The pickle frost, the mute aeneus cheese measles. The weasels for president a whole bunch of them, and let's get that liquor quicker by sticking it in our eyeball. What month is the tickle of the time clock that goes by training with this ticking, the clicking of the passing your soul is being eaten by each little breathing and breeding to be bleeding with the nature of the nurture. Several fans a little holdout Castle little steps blanket little meat. Strawberries cross the clouds now. I know smoke and it knows me. Passed through me old smoky divinity. Shoulder close the clamps and stamps everything that was wrong and repeated like a loop you know. What's to do but put on a wooden bird beak mask. The beach is 3 foot long. Normal paranormal experiences that we forget too many ghosts and you tend to ignore them. There's a clavicle there is a total barnacle a totem tree. There's coffee beyond the beyond me I am whirling in the cloud and there is puffy things all around me that feel pleasant when squeezed. Turn to speak clock of wooden beak. Wooden beak drives splinters of truth into you. Wooden feet clocks when it speaks speak to all of you unless you're not nude. Several bills ring in the night customer cloud kites. Super soda Micro amnesia sock garden. Cubensis of the shoulder clan. Deep wild Wiggles tongue be on the news and on and there's nowhere nowhere to go shoulder bit I've got a kit of nothing and it's all meant to be beyond go.
Withered salt waffles. Liquefied natural sunset. Sweet buns and coughing drops. Gone to town with a midget. Stroll my fingers thru midget's golden hair. Left up tight with a badger in the air. Fix speak and rascal despair. Beak of the nether town. Where the streets go down and crumble with sauce. I must write down yet here on a Friday night they strut about wearing colorful dental floss. Sudden shutters drinking alcoholic butters. Tongue kiss the new election. They walk about on steel hands. Their feet are made of midgets breath. Their wishes grew into dishes and full of mildew. sock the cheddar bear in the stomach while reciting the national anthem backwards. Set fire to your shroud as you jump over 10 cars in your trailer trophy trolley.
And I hear you yell several blocks away on a Friday night all filled with beer and hey you've got to play in your front yard grilling meats Yellin to passers-by challenges to a fight, or seduction to any remotely female thing going by this is your parade. Handgun has power so many people died but you are a process little fat lab doing the man says suffering under his impressive grasp grasp and you're blaming the people. We programmed brain. Fighting against your own two feet fighting for your own demise you gotta be insane you crazy conservative guy.
3-day trips west of Eden. This night is cool I've got a jacket on. Walking in the New Moon darkness and leaves. Suburban but formerly country home and there are a few lights around but mostly just total darkness with highlights here and there from these electric lights. Devil's pitchfork is to the west that's these radio tower red blinking lights that I've seen all my life much like a pitch fork head it sends these signals full of dread screaming fear screaming control into the night screaming fear screaming control into our minds these are the vines that penetrate our consciousness. This is the non plus this is the fuck this. This is the way this is what we've become which is stupid to do better I mean what would animals do if dogs gain something like our intelligence and form to society would it be any better really come on now we suck we fail. But that's the human trial and its only cuz we resist until just to realize that we're stupid. The more we know we realized how little we know and everything sucks maybe we should be animals for good.
Favorite the human charms and biscuit rims. A soldier deck of cards in the Tarot in the yard and here's another chance. Stick up your stuff and you got better at it. I'm going to stick it in the biscuit and then I'm going to grin.
Hey great now gyrate rate this generation. I'm doing for our nation you can give it a thumbs up you can give it up buttercup you can give it a word that makes me hard. You can generate all kinds of madness with your madness generator. Quick nipply parties with cigarettes passed back and forth and people dying on the porch. A party in the wild lands lots of hands all severed and hanging from clothes lines by wooden pegs. Trophies you know so you're bad kill an Eskimo cut off his hands and nail them to your bedroom door you're Mr cool now you're no fool now you kill the rock you drool now you can serve the good being there. And there's a constant 4 by 4 beat going on over there it never seems to stop thump thump thump thump. With occasional strings distorted breakouts of some kind of primal melody that the DNA plays when on the right substances. Got to spank a cactus for our Lord. That's all I have to say about that.
So I went beyond that bald dead factory perfume you get your views from. And I licked the nacho juice off of your knees. You go beyond the squeeze disparity. You've got a balcony of freedom that I stick my knees on. Still born siblings give you that need to nipple upon the chaos of your bug spray dreams. I was Getting high on bug spray as a baby and it went on from there that's super buzz a vibratory click and toxin in the air. The world changed the entire smell and feel of the air back when you were in school. A little kid he seems all strange and stays that way. The fresh and swim away no run a silent meadow eating mustard coated hay. Now round ghetto cheap bar bad drinks dancing the night away. The horns of the stories beyond this they say, there was a time of a holiday March then they drink alcohol and smoke joints while at work working the night away, all fucked up a work party celebration productive somehow. They say the rules are not in play then they say they could dance in our fucking way. Then they said you could make up lies at the top of your mind and let them go over the PA then. I just call me freak card in the shattered bitch about it this morning and I got a headdress made of the feathers of cheap waffles. Keeping those people recycling their pants. Kill that bitch but we keep her tits. In a society its a dark little hum job, it's a flap of the colonists bingo charm, And it's a scar shovel. Beating out this luscious Lance the juices flow underground with a shovel that stabs the shroud.
And we gotta start this up again two trains are broken blocking the road. It's raining all the days of the week. All the kittens from all around are loaded and on the line. Cute furry shapes hovering above the grass in dirty water. I've got to watch my hat in this climate. I think I'll reinforce my hat with tin foil shards. A micro Daisy in my heart and we floss with the metal leaves and branches stems and chances. We gotta go through it all down here. We've gotten finalization raps, we've got terminal maps got the whole go here. Brown farts and bubbles releasing toxic gases from the Buried masses of the people who once lived here. Pools of blood and pus to spit into as you pass.
So we track on leaving bloody footprints on the lawn. Bloody footprints to follow us where we go stainer shoots paint the snow. And each word is ejaculated with a long greasy belch that fills the air and curls your hair.
So he made a fortune manufacturing syllable guess weight loss pills and he bought the ancestral farm of his family. People warned him not to cut down that shelterbelt. He knew he could have more room there and he thought their superstitious warning was bullshit. The locals refused to cut down he paid some program in and do it for him that's when the storm started that's when everything was what the hell? That's when the demon came out. American they called this demon. It appears in the form of a headless man in a three-piece suit whose lack of a head is usually replaced by some human object like an engine or the bucket for the chicken feed. Headless Man on a farm wearing a business suit, three pieces of nights crafted work. But He's cold and sometimes he has something like a road hazard yellow cone for a head or maybe he's got a bicycle pump for a head or maybe it's a basketball. Good replacements for his head and because these replacements for his severed head will fall off frequently, he's afraid it will roll off while he's eating and then everybody will know he's the demon of the farm. I think it's in Spanish to break and banish him on that mushroom psychedelic night I think I could come out alright there's no more semen on the phone number.
And somewhere in a room, I don't live in anymore, there's a ghost phone ringing. A ghost phone rings and rings. I can hear it ringing in my cells, but it doesn't exist anymore. An old landline phone I had years ago able to contact Brenden can you get me on the phone that doesn't exist anymore? I can hear it ring though I can hear it ring it's like a rainbow in such a chance still has lost it's like a lost chord it's like an mp3 that will never be that you want some needed and now you're going to the park bench thinking about it while eating french fries. There's a letter coming to my old address a house with that I don't live in anymore. In a room lost to me and someone was not there anymore.
In my confusion in my delirium and infusion, I wonder the view of my grandmother's house. Not the one she lived in before she died but two houses before that. The people who live there now didn't have the door It locked but probably should have. I walked in reeling with confusion looking around the place. look so different, And smells so different. It has a whole different vibe to it now. I crossed through the living room into the kitchen. The old phone that used to hang in the hall with the long curly cord was gone. The wallpaper was different confusion total shock of reason where the fuck is this what the fuck is this? I walk through the kitchen into the little laundry room then beyond out the back door. The old sheds were gone. Replaced by new sheds with big trucks parked in the backyard and the bark of dogs I got out of there fast.
I thought I was in my old home lying in bed listening to some ambient music but instead, I found I was all sprawled out on the lawn with nothing on and it was cold out in October cold chill that made me regret having knees and living in a kingdom where your lack of diseases is the only thing that brings you freedom. And you've got to go by the anointed words that are branded upon your bone marrow. I regretted I regretted it all degraded living in a land where I'm not allowed to do a handstand and if I do I'll get a reprimand reprimand from all around me the whole society all coming down to congeal to frown it's a big old and insidious master Brown made to go and bring you down. I didn't bring my grams, I just took some gin drank it in the closet late at night. I Try to remember girls phone numbers from 25 years ago maybe I could contact the young fresh versions of them with my exultant module phonic new wisdoms and reviews. She kept a harp on the carpet. She played it well too when she was in school. She has not actually played it in 30 years. It's a harp that would play itself each string strummed by the fall of your tears.
Greasy smears on the Phantom moon. Mushroom hats bonding sucks with a god damn energy drink up the ass curve. Stupid tombstones inflatable neon styles. The wild wood fish of the central plains. I once met up with A would fish long ago as a child. The wood fish was one of those types of fish that can crawl from water to another body of water across the land. This was no ordinary fish by any means, for this intelligent fish looks like a piece of wood from a tree. Its fins look like branches and it had a human face. The face of a very old and wise man. Long ago when white people first explored the Great Plains you might see one or two of these a lifetime but now they are mostly extinct. People would try to kill these fish as a trophy if they saw them they were things of Legends. Other people would capture them keep them in pens but no captive wood fish ever survived for long. Nowadays there can't be more than seven or eight of them and all the Great Plains and in fact all of the world. These fish can live up to 300 years and they can smell a mate hundreds of miles away.
That does little to explain that night. I got really drunk and walking in the fog I got lost. What's in the fog? I couldn't see hardly anything at all. I end up somewhere on the other side of the river in that big wildlands farm/ranch. The ranch is a chaotic complex of outbuildings, Barns, pens. Many small house size buildings of indeterminate use. It's like a confusing suburb. I got lost in the tangled maze but I make it to multiple shelterbelts that makes X's on a checkerboard map of something.
Then there is the Eclipse bird. It only comes out during the Eclipse there's not too many of those. The reason why you only see it during the Eclipse is because it's not from here. Like Halloween but even more so, the eclipses are a very thin veil a very thin alignment of the dimensions of the alternative worlds. This eclipse bird doesn't come from here. This eclipse bird it comes from elsewhere. They can only come across for a little bit during the Eclipse they tend to peck around at the ground because of these exotic unusual tasty seeds for them. I understand it's quite interesting and nice. To have these new types of meals.
Greasy songs on the drums. And span of hands crossed the line. Cooking marshmallow cheese in the campfire as the fries brings us news of the flowers. Hanging out in the big party house. All is grand it's a beautiful land. Lots of sex and artifacts crazy stuff all over the walls it's a good place to be at the Paradise society. That's where I want to go again. Crazy band playing instruments, open jam playing things from guitar to indescribable Electronics. The now future going on, several handstands across the lawn.
We talk of philosophy for hours, cooking incredible cannabis extracts. Outside its raining seems all bliss thee blessed to be here. I could be here forever. It might even be some form of afterlife for me.
If I'm dead I like it I like it here. These people they brew space beer. This is a kind of beer that you drink it up from the bottom and whats in the top stays full until you bring the line up to the end in the glass then its empty.
These people are so naked leaf freedom-loving it makes you jealous cuz you gotta love the people there. I walk with this Future society following their lead into an Elementary School. Behind admiring them these people the future kids so sophisticated so bright. We walked into that grade school and right across the gym floor there's some kind of an exhibition going on but I drunkenly follow my new friends with eagerness even though I fall down a few times and bruise my knees. The audience watching the presentation seems a bit annoyed but they don't destroy us, and we go out the side door and wonder the neighborhood giggling. Laughing because I was surprised, future people are so right. And I wish I could be with them forever even though I don't belong because I'm wrong I'm from the older and dirtier generations I'm from the bad impact violated pollution urination Nations and I am the past looking at the beautiful future with awe. Yeah, but what goes down now that we're old and disease all week with yellow skin and no teeth. Here are the new people to start a wonderful new place just waiting for us to die off so they can erase all the bad deeds that we have brought along from all these older generations. They're going to form a one world happy little dancing nation there's little you Christians could do to stop them there behind all that there freezing out there free now the leashes off what are you going to do? How are you going to get back on you with yellow skin no teeth geezers? What are you going to take away now that you're too weak to get out of your wheelchair? The old world with Ray and I. A new spring comes on this land. I only wish I was young enough to join them as I shut up, choke and die.
But now I am camped out at the great ziggurat. I'm soaking wet and I don't know why. Been pretty fucked up for several hundred days. Living in this great ziggurat. They dug it up across the field from me a couple years ago. Turns out to be the greatest archaeological building ever discovered in North America. The great ziggurat was made about 700 years from now, but oddly enough it's been buried underground for around 24,000 years. That's where my new home is so to speak. But not all good because I'm a slave. Forced labor I have to go down to the fourteen hundred thousand rooms and forage for supplies that the ancients left.
I've been following the shelterbelts and when greed and progress has subsections of it down I've reconstructed the line facts with old maps and projects and whatever else I can find out. Maybe talk to people get permission to go down there now the shelter belt. They usually are suspicious. You don't like people talking about yourself, your mouth. I don't like these other folks any for they have interest in them jeans to suggest that they're in some way trying to reconnect with a Confederate government access. During call, dressing wrinkle people now. In their final years are trying to get rich I can still want more, you could be a millionaire no more conservative mindset no money. I've been calling the silver bells and when reason progress chops sections down, reconstruction using labs world find out maybe are usually missing. I don't like people like me in person just your sprint the zombie turn, all regal people now years and 1 more tree, and more service work micro-
Connectors. Enter spiritual bliss, no agrado a taco for the forlorn. Written so feel now walking down I stepped in the mud puddle. Now my shoes are soaked with water, mud inside on my bare feet below. Sockless and my ankles the pants all covered in water with a little mud. Approaching this place that we call the Elfin spire and I think I stepped off the path and I'm in the field but this smartphone light is so bright I can't see anything but this glow. Something up ahead is a freaking huge ass construct. Seems ancient to me they put it in this field in 1973 didn't give us a choice. It's a power electrical power tower its two long poles with a crucifix cross annex below. With an electrical tank so huge it baffles my mind how big it is. As a kid we had to have it in the field. They pay a very small amount of money monthly to have it here we could have made more money off the crops if we've been allowed to grow them. And this is a silent silent silent night only the crickets in the sound of my ankles brushing against the crops that remain that have not been turned down by the tractors and combines. Now I'm approaching the new electrical spire. With lost keys of space between our field and someone else's. The great hollow spider is made of metal that goes up high. Now walking in silence. Only the sound of my footsteps and my voice reciting this into the microphone of the smartphone. The crickets, sometimes they are completely silent and its like kind of spooky when this sudden silence of all these insects happens. Heading for the hills and far away we just call it that if they're open and if I made it. It's really a modern electrical tower place on our property but we don't benefit from the electricity this is the new grid we had electrical towers on our land but they are of the old grid. I've lost the past now and I'm almost to the fire.
We are all in the web of the spider God. You can hear the web in the call of insects. In the alpha wave white noise of fire and rain. In the end of afterlife purple flat pulsing plane. And when we die I want to be refired time to go higher into these dreams that we have woven thought sleep filtered through life this is our new land a place where it's okay for you to do a handstand.
Coming at you like A noose. A carnival of ringtones. Exoskeleton for dinner. The cold rains. The flooding in Kansas. It took out the bridge, stand shivering. My car has dissolved. So cold in the rain, so many miles to walk. And I'm broke you know where to go. The cicadas sing to show me the way like strings at the end of day. I approach through crunching leaves, the fall begins. The cicadas sing to show me the way, like those dreams at the end of the day. Fireproof Threw crispy leaves you can hide there. Syringes for the Crimson King. I slip into that crazy masked festival with my dick out. Blowing smoke in the faces of the Christian protesters who don't like the paganistic polytheistic mystic frolic in the wooded areas. So we killed a whole fucking neighborhood, they had to go all of these people were assholes they had to go. Bury them all in one big map, and we're done with it. We got an empty little neighborhood, ready for the good folks to move in. And make the screen now we will win. We start a new day, wearing underwear made out of compressed mayonnaise. So light it up, a new office goes and plays. Form-fitting within 30 days if the movie the full movie Ray play with at least the new and the new burden as I like your ass aftermath. So I wore my underwear made of mayonnaise for 3 days, it got oxidated began the crack away little flakes of powder falling down my pant legs. Time to press together another one in the sunlight, press together with my mold that forms the same underwear with every little press. Digital press sets off the dogs of the neighborhood barking screaming annoying with each press of my name into my underwear dress.
Vaseline keeps me clean. That's the price I pay. Awful roads stand up shrouds gritty biscuits in the unknown basement. Little Wiggles beside the cow. The cows by the couch so loud and they were smoking lots of hands and eating baskets. The cow wanders into the kitchen and grazes on the grass that we have grown on the floor lit by skylight you know, it's alright that way. Vaseline keeps my spiritual meme, it keeps to Glaze, keeps the world turning, keeps the butter burning, keeps the new day from folding my spray it keeps my mayonnaise all over the place you probably got some flakes on your face.
Here's my banner make this your answer when I prance about with antlers on and scream "Death to the great alarm!" And those funksters down the street, with their deep and bumping consistent persistent thieves. They're really charming they'll be yelling "Death of the great alarm death to the great alarm death to the great alarm deaths the great alarm deaths of the great alarm for the great one.
In the beginning, the universe was nothing but a long endless flat plain, How many boys are singing nothingness. There's nothing at all here besides the ever shining and prism energy if you can look just right you see that it shines pure pleasure pure white light. Great stuff to feed on if you are larval. The larval gods as they get older they become more human-like a human beast hybrid like. But for now they look like many armed worms with suction cups and random stranger appendages. They float and caress and shutter in the blackness of the void. They crossed an endless blank sea eating the energies as they go shitting out a swirl of matter that could be transformed into about any sort of object. The spider God it came along to feed and it's a great long chase to catch these little guys over several light years and it was tiring. Keeps Spider God strong kept him going but he began weaving a great Celestial web of electric blue fabric of time-space. His web catches the little god guys he can scoop them up and sup they scream and shake the universe. Trapped in electric blue webbing and getting themselves more and more entangled til the spider God comes to feed on them. Dry husks float across space. Feed the spider God Lord of Dreams.
Back in the haze of hot summer days. Wow, she used to get naked in her yard totally naked in an old rusty bronze brass bath it must way 400 pounds. The bath was constructed in the late 18 Hundred's very good quality and she was in very good shape. I could just see her now all brown and dipping into the water that she bathed in through warm sun. Fuck if I could still talk to her, beside her in her front yard bath. As you bathe, your nipples are showing through the water. So wanted to touch them feel there texture your warm skin and I long for it now that front yard bath it still haunts my dreams.
I slip into that masked festival and laugh at the crazy dude dressed like a giraffe with a oversized dick ha ha you must be proud! Such a real party going on because so many naked people wearing masks and personal parts sticking out. Tit dresses, dick shorts, a pouting camel toe. It's all part of the festival dance and it's been going on longer than I've been here and the air is dented with the scent of beer. The occasional puff of Green Smoke. Celebration that goes on for a week I'm in it I'm completely naked except tennis shoes and I'm wearing a wooden beak.
We start a new day, wearing underwear made out of dry and compressed mayonnaise. South berry fields. Nothing is really very feely. From the shelter belt we climb into spring. Phonograph records playing in the snow mummy porn star maps the times alone before the storm. Settling on the bus that we began with. Living in a burnt out room in a dead forest. Paying the rent and female chunks and testicle bumps. Having no allotment of the enjoyment. The crickets in my theme song as I go along. There's an antler mask on me and I got chalk on my dick hows about that motherfuckers? You got a campfire on the roof and I'm cooking marshmallows that I caught in the wild how about that my little child?
Can you frost like this? The midnight bliss the golden shower piss the flower devour the resounding sourness of our blessings can you shoulder this? Shutter boneless kit moisture in the dress spongy apocalypse meth apocalypse. The cattle of festering boils the toils the homemade tea factory the tumbleweeds that we need so. Unfurnished tacos in the storm. A labyrinth of clever masks carved from living trees. A pumpkin mask on everyone we can't tell ourselves apart I don't know who I am now somebody in a mask that's for sure.
Dance of the solder snake tin foil hiss of a metallic cake. Bundle horn of thick plastic bucket shard layers announces tonight's bloody raid. Drunken revelry yells and people on the side get raped. The new day the new lady right wing hate machine the Nazi go you know you know.
Jism comes to good use upon the tattoo you make it turn blue you come on the tattoo and make it go away listen to the heart, the shuttle. Going we go far this is custom
You brought some brotherhood bacon. Strap it on like a fake beacon. Shoe on the freaks unique with these grams. Foster your holster all over this land. It's a popcorn creation it's a diva devastation its a micro urination in our plans. This yellow brick road. Follow it do you want onions unknown rolling out tales of your bladder matters and everything beyond this one for forlorn and showering with you I like your perfume gets me in that mood and I'm going to do the world nubile lips of the licking salt. Saffron hips of the extended thought.
This is the brand new dance we did when we were Neanderthals you review it that don't you? I certainly do you know it goes like this and it goes like that Bump shake convulse and scream like that, babies yeah! And I hold hands with a big dick moist tongue you know you grab that roar and be on the floor convulsing. and you go like a god damn Neanderthal back in the prime of the beautiful pre-language jungle. Walkabout on wizard stilts. We got that endless bass thumping music with occasional flutes and lutes from turntables of tough guys. We got very specially the smoke now your goddamn going broke now.
Marching naked under the Blood Moon and the fresh breeze is a little cool on the skin. If it wasn't for those naked girls out I'd be cold now. The Blood Moon it doesn't come very often here we are wearing nothing and it's a celebration with a bit of a liquor and talks of occasion and the canvas stare the vapors of the fragrant air that makes us be on the caring of the veil. Precision your good answer mask today day and have them while wandering the shelterbelts. Some have capes of Turkey feathers yes. Some have jack-o'-lantern masks adorning their heads, freshly carved. That's alright too because the face is always fresh so it can be closed now in the ceremony. And all those cakes and all this time and nothing is funny now. To the altar of the stars, death sacrifice our regrets at the altar of the stars in this field by a campfire.
Waves of tradition beyond our superstition and down. Watching the witch wig shake it. Land of cakes anointed. So when the fans of half naked band come up with a plan and it's a jam in a Grand Caravan. Waves of tradition beyond Humidity it will get me it's like strangle hold fog way down choke you out humidity it is a drought. A energy trout it say splinter need in our colonnade its nice cyanide projected with a missile at our enemy. Humidity is too much for me I don't like it don't care for it ride a bike over it sew a bear to it.
Fog from bagpipes in a misty Longfield bordered by green tall trees. I like knees of lightning. Smoke the song in the matter of waves of tradition.
And this plan would allow my cock in her mouth. Just put it all in to the hilt and she sucks it, works it around her mouth and she so pretty. And her neck muscles are sticking out as she works me. She's working me I'm thinking she is good and she's pretty and she's sucking it I'm liking to fit my hands on her tits. She takes care of my bear now I pull it out and let a friend get a mouth and I'm watching his dick as it goes in and out of her mouth. To have heads exposed is kind of erotic you know, watching your friend get a blow you know. Something about watching a surrogate penis get it get some mouth, to make it pleasure to share blowjob we're on it.
And I want it all drunk in the night it was really dark and I got completely lost. I think I took a few off-world turns and ended up in this really wonderful flower garden that went on and on. It must have been over a mile long all these twisted paths the field of artificial feels and bubbling crystal fountains and there must have been at least 50 wind chimes, always different tones. Somehow these glass and crystal cones, impact bright and clear pounding out these lovely Melody's. Fall to your knees that's how much these harmonics, please. Wandering through the garden with a hard dick. Some roses and Noble flowers that only bloom in full moonlight once a year for a week. Big broad pink flowers like waving hands. Dark purple wonders that curl up if you touch them. Scents that make you drunk, scents that make you love. Sweet flower perfumes that make you sleep. Flower perfumes that make you swoon. Flower perfume seduces, you attract. And next year walking more brightness long and moist night. Walking past grape/strawberry hybrid bushes with fist-sized berries.
Finally, I left the garden suicide and the weather got schooled tonight. And pleasant and I had to walk faster more breast cute get comfortable body heat going on walking on in this night and the dogs are awake and I'm doing things that nobody else does. Threatening and yapping and barking voices telling me to stay the fuck out of their territory or they will get me I'm not even there of course. They're a little bit confused about where the borders are.
I'm into building Card houses and collecting cheap incomplete garage sale decks, I'm into epic. I would stack more and more cards into more and more elaborate card houses, card tunnels, card coliseums, card ziggurats. Driving toy cars through long hallways of card buildings. I was weak hearted a bleak part list common the slowest mother fucker blueberry purple hearthstone tractor accident back in 78. Bales of hay burning during the blank aftermath. That's a great alarm death of a great lunch after the grill arm. Death of a great alarm death to the best have a great alarm. Death to the great alarm death to the grave long arm death to the great alarm death to the great line death to the Great Lawn fuck its call, fuck its Clocky arms. Death of the great alarm all sounds for all the mother fucking pieces of shit who supported that. Fuck these assholes and their big ass trucks. Fuck the teachers fuck the preachers fuck the leaders. Death of the great alarm. After the great Lord. Fuck the preachers fuck their features fuck the blow hards. Fuck the Christians who want to piss in my religion death to the great alarm.
Death to the great alarm test of the great alarm death to the great alarm death of the great alarm to ring bells we bring hell's we bring sharpened sticks we shutter with milk and sugar or butter. Wolf bring the other to the great alarm. Bring me out drums and keyboards are free now. We are only stuff to the grave alarm, death to the great alarm death of the green lime best for the green alarm. Teddy bear is an alarm for bright bows on our pubic hair, and we got roads we don't care and death of the grid alarm death of the grid alarmed if the great alarm testing the alarm. We got pipes that we like we've got little golden hair types we've got shelter belts made of felt. Theft of the grade alarm death of an alarm set 3 alarm definitely leave the residues of forbidden former crazier things got wet in rain and no not show fight fight night we got little animals that love us the set alarm test of the green alarm. smoky thoughts twist, weighty burden in the mist. Where you taking that bloom? Have you got some kind of special room for it? A box of greasy shrouds. September on the lawn you know. Hanging out my dance, my exoskeleton, my mildewed pits of shrubbery. Little air out and the night wind like its always then and will always be, a constant breeze blowing over me. Floating over me, sending the chill lips and the coyote breeze. The night nachos and the coyote misery. Struggling to be free in a land of programmed disease. In a land of shelter shacks and tubular taco terrible nightstand your plan.
Things are good here. They dedicated a whole Shrine Bowl stadium to my shroud I can't believe it! And people are doing these parades for me on the Street now what the fuck? I deserve this but I don't deserve this! I was supposed to suffer and now there's people handing me to know better. What the fuck? Oh wait a minute its a dream. I woke up now ya lots of hatred all around lots of cold cold stares. This is what I've always known this is the phone, this is round, this is the reef this is the night with bites. This is the reason why I fly modified kites. This is the reason why and where I was as I struck the night. This is the reason why it all went wrong. And you went wrong and it went wrong you became your asshole father. Hey, my father was cool. Your father sucks. And your imitating him all those wrinkles in your grin, your forehead. You became an asshole angry little piece of shit the same conservative asshole. He was. It may have taken you a few decades but you got there. I'll stab you with my antlers that I have on my head at full run. Will penetrate your stomach poke deep into your ass as I twist that'll be fun! Big run fun full run damage done. And you make this sound like I just swallowed a chess board and you're going down. Fuck you and the sound you make when I break you and take everything you made. Everything you took from me I'm taken it back Jack you fucker! Wack You with a tire iron. Then I'll do a handstand with these little horns I have sprouted and now.... you're not even born!
Only a tiny tickle of Moon through the lens of the trees that wave in the night. Distant call of the train like a metal dinosaur going down these ancient tracks so far away. Virtually no love like that hole Electric non-holiday Celebration to bake the truth. Remembering all these drunken dreams and wondering in between flings down the street to sync your meat into things. The constant leaving of the lights off the lights are always off makes it kind of creepy. His house has to be dark, and now there's a light on. Sometimes its as if millions of strangers are all flooding in late at night. They go free on the place helping themselves to the soda in the refrigerator. Smoking up a pack of cigarettes. Strangers having sex in my bedroom while I'm at work dude wiping off the cum from his stomach with my t-shirt that was on the floor next to him. People just want their rights. The right to get a fair share of what You've got over here. Give it up don't be greedy. Don't expect payback, that's Seedy. Drained you now its time to go. Got four more stops you know.
But that don't stop the Coyotes from making their cries in the night a primal shout song you can feel it in your DNA. You can feel it in your bone marrow go coyote go. Night dreams inspired by the howling coyote themes for saying something and I like it when I sleep outside on the couch. Feeling life when during my skin is great. Fucking nice man like an ancient stream, like a ghost of the ocean it has been. A warm ocean once here now its ghost blowing up at me in the wind sounds. The call of coyotes reminds me of Native Americans in the movies. Lots of strange other sounds I never can identify and the night has so many sounds. The night is alive the animals on the prowl making their circuits. Doing their thing, beautiful animals like the possum. And Strange flute-like Woody calls of birds in the night. In the dark of the night, no one's ever seen these muse birds. They're gone by dawn to another place. At most you might find an odd beautiful feather along the shelter belt. Last night I went back to the old grade school. It's still an ancient and cracked, too tall building all cold in the winter and hot this summer. Can we speak to your cat chattering teeth getting tattoos in the avenues of acidity yeah all these dreams. Should we even try to complain about the situation? Being as our subconscious has made this demented eat chocolate night nation with blast of billing smokin ascent of herbs burning in the air? I speak for the cheddar fountain. I break down then. I've got a gown on. I go by the hayloft with a deep thoughts frown on. Sleep on bales of hay and it feels like silk in the night of drunken kind butter smoke scene. Drunken kite with the after bite it tells me what I need to be it says I need to bruise my knees with freedom. And says we need to get away across the fields and far away and stay that way forever, and never be seen again. You just kinda stalk the kite. The kite you know? What a kite it comes out every night and floats without a string. Emotions with its angle come away. Come away with a kite through the night across the shelterbelt borderline. Across the fields we know to the country, the beyond country backcountry go there and I'll follow the kite all night in drunken revelry.
Turn on that brilliant shroud so I can see my way home don't have to grope through a wall of breasts. Still have to follow up on the darkness. Your brilliance abounds so light my way home. like an hour you know I don't have to worry if you're brilliant shrouds going to light my way home. Fill me up into the couch like a drunken pudding man. Drunken pudding man, bring me chocolate donuts and that fan to cool my hand, oh its grand! Got to live like a poet and that means give me a backrub
,,, back rub Buddhist. Secular nudist. Crazy crayons and croutons and your nearly there now in the party. All the honey maple apple butter has gone away but we still have our fortune we still have our way. A duck kit a wild turkey freezer with tumblers of wine find the love maple fucks.
Burgundy bitch flips. Wild lipstick nipples. Not so out loud you skating plate waving rising poet. Not now you creative mind turn around let's get a smack on the behind. You rise to the ceiling Forest the lump and your bones are appealing. Kitten napped in a endless prairie land. Symbols going off like a man of the cloth and I can't get off unless I look at your bones. Your brutal brutal brutal bones. I will play your shroud like a whistle on top of the hill shaking my hips.
Through these dunes, walk amongst tombs. They lead me to places I don't want to go. Confront me with sadness that was once a smear, was once a hat brim. And these ashes from these people who no longer smoke because they're dead in the ground. This is the sound of everything I remember. Swift kites in the night. I remember the shroud was tighter then, and TV was black and white. I've been alive too long, half a century. And Men wasn't meant to go this far the only thing you get is wisdom and sadness from here. All you get is regret and "Go away" and less and less. Slope down we gotta mope down and get your hope down as you slow down as you go down I will go now. And I got to work you know and try to turn try to break my teeth on the telephone grind my hair out.
Now I'm making chalk patterns. Black chalk on my white shroud. I super glued some candles to it and it's late now in my colorful black and white nightshroud. And I've got a refund I'm wearing like a necklace. And the bills shout out loud when they bring us to the new and drunken holiday vomiting in the ditch that's the way the first to vomit wins you know? Vomit while people drive by swerving on the road universal drunkenness its mandatory on this holiday. So many so many have to pay for it you know? Gruesome chalk white blood-drained bodies sprawled around on the road. And the next day the bad part of the holiday is to pay for it. where you got to go to work anyway. Clocked in with an aching head. Vomit and vomit on the desk and you've got to be here it's mandatory.
And so I may have burned my heritage. Cats and dogs have destroyed the place I live. And taxes and rules may have pushed me through a sieve. These holiday heart clocks goes on its phones wrapped the leather bronze. This mind is like a spring even when it's coated with slime its still playing these ideas across your screen. There's not a thing to do but wait until I die and then these ideas will slowly drain and fade away. I hear you've got a newspaper shroud printed just for me telling about my misery and my madness. That's good wrapped around me roll me up let the devil smoke me, bitches.
Look at me along the trees. The night is out. I'm in my car eating celery from a jar, I'm going to spin cobwebs. You know what's good for your blood know what's good for your God your guts likes alcohol God hates guts and booze nothing to lose. Your god's straight name is not Jehovah, it's Great Alarm. Your dog's true name has never been Jesus. It's just a pretty little glowworm stick. It's on your armband. Your little new Civil War revolution take my country back from the convincing majority Whose season it is right now. Fucking me on skype while silence is traveling. The shroud goes down the road you know, in a weave laughing right sometimes it's nice, and something me know. I'm in a little right now. I'm going to go. We wish right out of my fears and cobwebs and beer. Leaves from trees show make a balcony for me I'll make my pies, and use my eyes read all go Skype deep into the night. Leaving a flag no one's ever seen. I'll stick a car into a mason jar and hide under the dream. I don't know what's up and you know there's a trucking everything's going up. I just got my dick out and you've got to stick it in your cobweb. I'm searching the ditch for any little bit of alcohol in discarded bottles, and figure out what will come back over here and help her skills. Her and everything is a cow by now. Falling into the pit because I can't see from the neon light of my smartphone. There's a ghost living in my parent's house, and he's a super sacrificial martyr, coloring pictures for work in the sky. Falling under a blood clot. My mind is a stroke, and I'm falling now, don't recognize any of the things I've known. I want to go back to my alternative world home. There is nothing here I know now only things I fear from here now, and my arms are too short to reach the beer on the shelf. Spooky time watches. I'm in the shelter belt where I've always been, scarecrow now. I've been converted there is straw wear my bones once were. I've got a big carrot for a dick now. My hats brim sprays out rain. Falling leaves swirl around me. Spooky watch time, I'm selling them beside the street. You can buy two if you got enough money good. I have no use for money after I sell the watches I will bury the money in the ground and forget about it. Tombstone bound Superferry fuzzy why a little bit of a barrel of deny a Super Why? Tombstone tickler make the midriff shake this team over/under bath current the Micro treasures inside the ears of meet. Throwing rocks at it now. Throwing rocks at the Great Alarm in the sky as it circles around not proud of the depths we register. Stickers thorns, and used tampons clinging to your legs as you go by. She's all stuck with shards of broken glass as you pass. World resets now, and we all got our souls out but they're dirty, they could use a good washing under the Sun. No matter for all work all day and then take a shower and sleep for a while. Go back to the same thing again repeat eat sleep work sleep eat sleep work repeat sleep work repeat. This is a circuit for me, no time to be free now no time to be creative just go to work sleep work sleep sleep work sleep. Only time to eat in the day is on break they're going to cut down on that because they're sucking off the Great Alarm's cock. Then you know work sleep work sleep.
Look at me, oh golly gee my night is out. My knife is out will make your mind nice in a house. Listen little 20 neon fuck with you, go down take off your top. Now corporate fucking me on skype while silence is traveling it speaks out of a beak.
I black out and hours pass, then I come to somewhere in the city and everybody's running I don't know why the running like there's some kind of a panic happening and I don't know why so I run with them this big group big group of panic people maybe nobody knows why we're running
So now I end up in the mountains with Becky she's a brunette with long straight hair. She's holding an AK and she's got a green tight shirt on with no bra such beautiful breasts that shutter with her movements dark green pants and black boots. That's Becky in the woods
Fucking sociopathic piece of shit I used to work with God and a curly haired freak with a fucking pentagram carved into his hand. He is always the top shit you know so fuck him. And the piece of shit out with his fucking mad god damn dog keeps it on a fucking rusty chain and it growls and bears its fucking teeth. It violently lash's against the fence trying to get to my throat. Mother fucker I want to put the sucker down fucking slobbering.
Give me a kiss from underground its a picture soon on news. A picture this your kinda cute in night. Its a picture this crescent moon fluid is a kiss office in your going to fuck me in the kiss office you gotta suck it bliss a kiss service in the picture. Bless the moonlights out now safari is picture cupid worry me and there's a kiss the super blister the kiss at nothing like this. In super moon kids up fuck this work for a little hahaha superman is a clam there's a stamp there's a supermoon. There's a shroud going to stroke my god damn. A burial mound like I found sound like a percussion menu like this, like a dinner fuck you kiss. and they're going to kiss my bliss in the crowd out there is a shout out. There's a super bathroom and there's a superfluid Go Go twisted twisted like its nipples got to run around got twisted like its nipples going to run around and around at them now nothing going down it's around the mound nothing going down as a lot of go was a lot of go tomorrow is a new underground. I said to her "I'm dancing around my arms stupid and I'm dancing around like a stump gotta help me I'm like a stump you gotta help me. I'm just average electric and I'm dancing on the neon. A gash on the law and got a fuck me. Gotta help me oh yeah it's a gonad fluid".
Hit it hit it hit it you'll never get it. You have got their freedom now this person your heart. You've got the freedom now there is pus in your heart you're never going to part with that department. You've got the men's you got the kids you've got a kite you fly on. You're going to play the dinosaur in the backyard tonight. So you're a golden trout you're fucking loud got several grams up your nose you've got a place to go wearing no clothes. There's a night and you've got it your wanting it you've got a vault and you know it. You're a poet you've got art in the dark.
The lost tribe of the smile bribe you've got a bib on you gotta pull it out. You got the Night Round you're going about it. You've got it all you kicked it in the balls. The night the golden era show me your derriere. The ceremony and the ritual you hated it all. You've got balls but they're not internal, you've got balls bumpy external. You're going to cough up this lamp you're going to fuck up this land cuz you've got all of it a scarecrow Hobbit have it. Got all of it a little gold and grab it you got all of it a habit grab it. You're going to grab this warning there's a graveyard sigil its a warning moisture you got a fuck if you want to be. It smells like rust you varnished all of us see you varnish all of us for the Scarecrow whole heart there is a laugh at a park there's an underground mildew there is a street view there is a nude parrot on display there are all kinds of reasons to be straight or to be gay. There are all kinds of seasons coming our way there are all kinds of reasons to stay in the hay there's all kinds of reasons to play in the hay and ps3 you gotta be a stray no one wants you got to be a strain flight your cock out you gotta be straight and show the world your fucking tits you gotta be a stray you got to vomit out the Chi tonight you got to vomit out everything that's alright.
Before I even started smoking weed already they hated me already they hated me to fly to the fact that I was 3 some with free not have knees did like the fact that I have knees want to see wanna have me be walking around all 3 they like the mind hairstyle. They said lol do you know anything I did it said you should be controlled you know controlled you know in like 3 * don't like freedom I don't like 3 * in life freedom don't like the dump def to the grill I'm definitely learned a real I'm def alarm def to the great alarm. destin everyone def to the grill I definitely want to rely on I've got smokes and I've got a bullet I've got a whole kit I'm wearing a mullet I'm wearing someone else's Mole, but with a bullet.