Yeah, so people have been getting on my nerves again.
First of all, I was reading about some larger alcohol "bottles" or "jugs" being produced in Florida. There are so many alcoholics in that state... stupid decision from my point of view.
Second, I was researching more for Talkbox, about the Galaxy Satelittes, bunch of wastes of money for manipulation if you ask me...anyways, stumbled upon this "ball court" thing about the mayans... People are so fuckin' ignorant. There was obviously a prison system right around there and the ball court "game" was in fact the death penalty... fuckin' bitches have to make anything native seem "savage" with "human sacrifice"...more like mercy killing...
Hollywood. 3. Wow. What a fuckin bunch of thieves... The movies are really getting shitty these days. Why can't they make some movies about intelligent stuff, like the launch of the media satellites? What about all the corruption IN the media? No, they go for Superman, instead... Well, Lois Losers, its fuckin stupid. Since the days of Hearst and the wars he started...consciously, mind you, people have been misunderstanding and struggling unecessarily with too much drama. Seriously, just fuckin' give up on overproducing and make some cool films. How about a live action Fantastic Planet? Great flick. The whole ZooChosis YouTube page is way better than a lot of movies; AND, WHY NOT MAKE MORE SHORT FILMS FOR CHEAPER TICKET PRICES? The majority of baby boomer babies are a bunch of ADHD ridden morons anyways and they lack the attention span... look at how much has gotten misinterpreted because of this... The whole Dark Knight Rises thing... a bunch of people getting the wrong ideas about metaphors in film...
Next, the Bible. People, its clearly like this: Jesus was a cool dude. He was a scribe. He taught language and understood animals, just like snake killing St. Patrick. He got overwhelmed at work, had a wife apparently, and a bunch of his disciples or students just fuckin' crucified him...so the temple got burned, people took it literally, and the anointing languages still move on. Jesus Christ is all about education, safety, and intelligence, yet so many morons just cease to believe that any of those exist.
Education:
Safety:
Intelligence:
Trinities...
Nonsense?
Sunday, March 31, 2013
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Thursday, March 21, 2013
Painting, Wine, Revelation
It has been brought to my attention that some people in the old neighborhood where I used to live are under the impression I would take pictures of them/film them. Its kind of funny, because I save all of my digital pictures and I think the ones they thought were of them are some of the tree/sunset ones. It went like this: there is somewhat of a valley between the old house I grew up in and the bay... There is a house across from mine, occasional turkeys, turkey vultures, and numerous birds. Obviously, I am into birds, however, I'm not into what some would call invasive photography/paparazi type shit at all...
Anyways, did some major cool work on the Hendrix painting... pretty sure I just have to finish the faces, add in some minor details on the flying v, and its ready to be glossed; It keeps looking better and better, and I'm thinking about frames... Probably gonna go with a black light frame... as in Black wood with slits through the area from the outskirt of the frame to the canvas edge and a black light over and under... gonna have to look up if I can combine two little black lights into one power cord.... other option is to have the extension cord with the two outlets... gonna sell it for at least $2,000... its that cool.
Wine... is good. I decided to finish the bottle of Malbec... tastes really good and feels even better with a bit of artesian and mineral water added to help speed up the breathing process...
My teeth are reddish.
Anyways, did some major cool work on the Hendrix painting... pretty sure I just have to finish the faces, add in some minor details on the flying v, and its ready to be glossed; It keeps looking better and better, and I'm thinking about frames... Probably gonna go with a black light frame... as in Black wood with slits through the area from the outskirt of the frame to the canvas edge and a black light over and under... gonna have to look up if I can combine two little black lights into one power cord.... other option is to have the extension cord with the two outlets... gonna sell it for at least $2,000... its that cool.
Wine... is good. I decided to finish the bottle of Malbec... tastes really good and feels even better with a bit of artesian and mineral water added to help speed up the breathing process...
My teeth are reddish.
Controversy about "Pot" blog...
Now, in and after high school I did experiment with any possible healing effects/remedies from cannabis. Being in Oakland at the time, it was part of the local culture, sub-culture and greater American culture regarding a pressing political/liberty issue. However, after getting very informed about the plants, the process, and most importantly, the roots and people involved in the process, I have become completely against the legalization of cannabis. Why? Here's why:
1. The plant is non-native to the American Continent. Period.
2. The plant has recently become treated like a slave in such a "green" world.
3. The middle eastern sources where too many people get their "pot" are in fact, American-hating imperialistic drug dealing hustlers.
4. Too many people use the veil of "medicinal" to beat around the bush of confusing branches all around what it means to ultimately not know how to deal with any set of problems.
5. Too many people are too uninformed about the plant to not abuse it and end up wanting to "get high" instead of heal any ailment. This is why so many people on the other side of the spectrum see it as a gateway drug. Sad, but true.
6. Ultimately, it has become so potent that it is now more of an annoyance to society than a beneficial liberty to take for granted.
Further explanation:
I joined the Cannabis Club when it first started up under a false pretense that was sugar coated by the club; which is ironic to the people it claims to help. I was under the impression the Federal Government had approved for certain states to legalize the plant's use under certain medical conditions. I was having severe back pain, insomnia, and slight depression when I joined, and later found out the clubs were beginning to excessively abuse what they considered a medicine. I was always coherent when I drove, however, and even got pulled over numerous times wherein the cops just let me go on my way since I was clearly coherent and not abusing the medicine it was supposed to be. I noticed several outcomes: people wanting me to get them weed which I wound up replying to with "get your own card, leave me alone." The second outcome was people noticeably more disabled than myself treating me in the most disrespectful manner at the supposed "compassionate care-giving groups..." The final straw was when I visited a San Leandro club and saw someone place crack-cocaine on the label of a bag nonchalantly. I decided to see if growing on my own personal property would do better; well, same results: a bunch of misunderstandings. I grew in a new way; I would play classical music and all kinds of other music to the 4 or 5 plants from seeds I'd found, in addition to changing the color of the lights. It worked out alright and there were only like 2 female plants; I ended up eating the male plants as not to waste them. However, then I noticed all the abuse on the outside and just abandoned it completely; also had a huge fight with the family on the home front due to an abusive situation. Anyways, at that point, I went to Washington and tried some of the herbal smokes around and came to the conclusion that I did not like how people were considering me some deadbeat stoner. People are straight up cloning plants, talking about suppression of rights, saying how its an ancient remedy...and then completely just suppressing themselves and giving the wrong impressions to the world while talking about intelligent medicine and compassion. Well, people, tobacco, for example is an american soil based remedy which is also abused. Pepsi, the soft drink, originated as an attempt to control Polio. Now it has a bunch of sugar in it and stains teeth like coffee...oh well, right? Wrong. Look at Debbi with the hole in her throat and say there is someway around the pathogenic kind of abuse lingering in the pot subculture. What's going to happen when people tax and regulate it? More immigrants? Shapeshifting subcultures? More Occupy movements? More like a bunch of morons wanting to change speed limits to 15 mph everywhere and getting agitated when they feel a liberty is a country's established freedom. If, say, drunk driving was legal and happened everywhere in the U.S., then what would that solve? In such an economy wherein the deficit keeps climbing, falling, and climbing again, is this really what taxes need to be spent on? Why is weed becoming more important than communication? Whats in the way?
Now, people will respond with "oh, the government doesn't give a shit, they just want us to work in pain, yadda yadda yadda..." And, while that might make up some of the government, the entire government is actually trying to keep the ideals of freedom and numerous liberties going so people are happy in such a chaotic world. Its essentially a stubborn kind of argument-tangent to the MAFIA and prohibition...
Prohibition caused problems. The entire crime-syndicate revolving around prohibition was due to dirty corruption. Not the idea of course... the idea was to keep society clean. However, there are benefits to drinking in moderation much like there are benefits to smoking tobacco [to help digest food and in a native american sense, help the dead animal or plants eaten realize they are no longer existing after their unaware death]. One the distillation process of alcohol was traced back to ultimate remedies from immigrants and native Americans themselves, it became accepted. Now, plenty of Sativa strains are rooted from Africa as natural medicines, as well as Jamaica...so that is a logical remedy for many of the immigrants from that part of culture... However, when the mob began bootlegging, the profits turned into what? Murder schemes, casinos, robberies, prostitution rings involving drugs from overseas power hungry gun-toting pyramid scheme conartists... I recently went to Guam after my father's death to help clean up the mess of a house he had died in, and people were killing each other over weed.
So, essentially, there is some logic to the whole debate about any medicinal properties, but there are bigger problems and plenty of time to work with the federal government to come up with a logical solution. Meanwhile, Mexican Drug Cartels keep using their weed rings to steal identities, terrorists in the middle east keep using profits to try and annihilate what they feel are problem-starters...and it viciously cycles back to a communication problem....
One of these problems [between communication and the legalization "question"] is being solved; the world is communicating more. The other one is masked by all the mis-communication surrounding it... Education is the only answer and once everyone knows what they're ingesting, where it came from, where it used to grow, why when they smoke it, it makes them lethargic [you're taking a piece of conscious life off of the world and chemically ingesting it unconsciously] , then people can tackle this issue further. As of now its just like watching the occupy movement on t.v. all over again... It looks stupider than it seems to the people doing it. I have yet to meet any intelligent stoners who have a valid argument why it is not a focal issue to governments and the medical community. Its more like a teddy bear to too many people, except, they don't realize it should have the chance to live free as well, not under some illegal little grow box solitary confinement frame of mind to be put on death row when its ready to mate. Its not nearly like a thistle weed...
The most logical solution would be to travel to Vancouver, or Jamaica, and heal there, then come back; more permanent problems ultimately aren't going to heal from distraction. Perhaps a hospice environment is more realistic...Its completely insulting to the world when people are so passionate about something that makes them "fit in" without any sense of the actual purpose of a movement... There's no civil rights hangings or public gang rapes happening to push it to any forefront of a pressing issue. The only thing is money. And, frankly, there are better ways to make money in my opinion.
1. The plant is non-native to the American Continent. Period.
2. The plant has recently become treated like a slave in such a "green" world.
3. The middle eastern sources where too many people get their "pot" are in fact, American-hating imperialistic drug dealing hustlers.
4. Too many people use the veil of "medicinal" to beat around the bush of confusing branches all around what it means to ultimately not know how to deal with any set of problems.
5. Too many people are too uninformed about the plant to not abuse it and end up wanting to "get high" instead of heal any ailment. This is why so many people on the other side of the spectrum see it as a gateway drug. Sad, but true.
6. Ultimately, it has become so potent that it is now more of an annoyance to society than a beneficial liberty to take for granted.
Further explanation:
I joined the Cannabis Club when it first started up under a false pretense that was sugar coated by the club; which is ironic to the people it claims to help. I was under the impression the Federal Government had approved for certain states to legalize the plant's use under certain medical conditions. I was having severe back pain, insomnia, and slight depression when I joined, and later found out the clubs were beginning to excessively abuse what they considered a medicine. I was always coherent when I drove, however, and even got pulled over numerous times wherein the cops just let me go on my way since I was clearly coherent and not abusing the medicine it was supposed to be. I noticed several outcomes: people wanting me to get them weed which I wound up replying to with "get your own card, leave me alone." The second outcome was people noticeably more disabled than myself treating me in the most disrespectful manner at the supposed "compassionate care-giving groups..." The final straw was when I visited a San Leandro club and saw someone place crack-cocaine on the label of a bag nonchalantly. I decided to see if growing on my own personal property would do better; well, same results: a bunch of misunderstandings. I grew in a new way; I would play classical music and all kinds of other music to the 4 or 5 plants from seeds I'd found, in addition to changing the color of the lights. It worked out alright and there were only like 2 female plants; I ended up eating the male plants as not to waste them. However, then I noticed all the abuse on the outside and just abandoned it completely; also had a huge fight with the family on the home front due to an abusive situation. Anyways, at that point, I went to Washington and tried some of the herbal smokes around and came to the conclusion that I did not like how people were considering me some deadbeat stoner. People are straight up cloning plants, talking about suppression of rights, saying how its an ancient remedy...and then completely just suppressing themselves and giving the wrong impressions to the world while talking about intelligent medicine and compassion. Well, people, tobacco, for example is an american soil based remedy which is also abused. Pepsi, the soft drink, originated as an attempt to control Polio. Now it has a bunch of sugar in it and stains teeth like coffee...oh well, right? Wrong. Look at Debbi with the hole in her throat and say there is someway around the pathogenic kind of abuse lingering in the pot subculture. What's going to happen when people tax and regulate it? More immigrants? Shapeshifting subcultures? More Occupy movements? More like a bunch of morons wanting to change speed limits to 15 mph everywhere and getting agitated when they feel a liberty is a country's established freedom. If, say, drunk driving was legal and happened everywhere in the U.S., then what would that solve? In such an economy wherein the deficit keeps climbing, falling, and climbing again, is this really what taxes need to be spent on? Why is weed becoming more important than communication? Whats in the way?
Now, people will respond with "oh, the government doesn't give a shit, they just want us to work in pain, yadda yadda yadda..." And, while that might make up some of the government, the entire government is actually trying to keep the ideals of freedom and numerous liberties going so people are happy in such a chaotic world. Its essentially a stubborn kind of argument-tangent to the MAFIA and prohibition...
Prohibition caused problems. The entire crime-syndicate revolving around prohibition was due to dirty corruption. Not the idea of course... the idea was to keep society clean. However, there are benefits to drinking in moderation much like there are benefits to smoking tobacco [to help digest food and in a native american sense, help the dead animal or plants eaten realize they are no longer existing after their unaware death]. One the distillation process of alcohol was traced back to ultimate remedies from immigrants and native Americans themselves, it became accepted. Now, plenty of Sativa strains are rooted from Africa as natural medicines, as well as Jamaica...so that is a logical remedy for many of the immigrants from that part of culture... However, when the mob began bootlegging, the profits turned into what? Murder schemes, casinos, robberies, prostitution rings involving drugs from overseas power hungry gun-toting pyramid scheme conartists... I recently went to Guam after my father's death to help clean up the mess of a house he had died in, and people were killing each other over weed.
So, essentially, there is some logic to the whole debate about any medicinal properties, but there are bigger problems and plenty of time to work with the federal government to come up with a logical solution. Meanwhile, Mexican Drug Cartels keep using their weed rings to steal identities, terrorists in the middle east keep using profits to try and annihilate what they feel are problem-starters...and it viciously cycles back to a communication problem....
One of these problems [between communication and the legalization "question"] is being solved; the world is communicating more. The other one is masked by all the mis-communication surrounding it... Education is the only answer and once everyone knows what they're ingesting, where it came from, where it used to grow, why when they smoke it, it makes them lethargic [you're taking a piece of conscious life off of the world and chemically ingesting it unconsciously] , then people can tackle this issue further. As of now its just like watching the occupy movement on t.v. all over again... It looks stupider than it seems to the people doing it. I have yet to meet any intelligent stoners who have a valid argument why it is not a focal issue to governments and the medical community. Its more like a teddy bear to too many people, except, they don't realize it should have the chance to live free as well, not under some illegal little grow box solitary confinement frame of mind to be put on death row when its ready to mate. Its not nearly like a thistle weed...
The most logical solution would be to travel to Vancouver, or Jamaica, and heal there, then come back; more permanent problems ultimately aren't going to heal from distraction. Perhaps a hospice environment is more realistic...Its completely insulting to the world when people are so passionate about something that makes them "fit in" without any sense of the actual purpose of a movement... There's no civil rights hangings or public gang rapes happening to push it to any forefront of a pressing issue. The only thing is money. And, frankly, there are better ways to make money in my opinion.
Irony in Dementiating Neighbors...
Was checking out the tone of my amplifier with a little volume... not bad... trying the see if it was the electronic tone that matches up with the drum tracks/mastered songs.... It was.
Anyways, there are a bunch of constructions going on in the condominium, lots of hammers, lots of pounding, lots of uninformed work getting done in the thinnest walled panopticonic shape condo ever...
So, I was also a little angry that there were no postings about this construction happening, since it disrupted my little post 3 day Pagan Snake Festivities [St. Patty]... recovery sleep. Turned on the amp, put it to "1" not even "2" and sure enough, about 10 mins into it the old neighbor who's been fucking hookers [you see them walking bow legged down to the bus stop] writes a note... well, not only did I hear the knocks, Lance, whom I refer to as Peppermint Patty the 2nd, but, dude, chill out... there are a bunch of saws going on, framing hammers, and you pick on the dude playing guitar... ha.
Anyhow, taking a break from the recording til' the signal stops being interrupted or I find a better solution, bunch of queers in this city. Got a lot of work done on the "Last Days of Hendrix" painting I've been working on in the spare time, and its coming out trucking good... came up with this new tactic of making sort of 4 dimensional paintings... its basically using half the face of a front on view of a person [jimi hendrix and monika dannemon in this case] and then switching to a side profile for the other half... looks pretty cool in addition to the other fluorescent/glow in the dark black light fx.
Made up a new omelette recipe too:
"Pig Omelette"
7 eggs...
4 full eggs
3 egg yolks
those Italian pork slices rolled around mozzarella...
(4)
2 pieces of bacon...
parmesan cheese
hot sauce
cayenne pepper...
two pans, one of a bigger circumference...
*cook the bacon, use a press
*remove the grease and leave a slick
*mix up the eggs, parmesan, hot sauce, and cayenne pepper for the omelette mix
*add in to the greasy pan while still hot, switch cook setting to low
*put the Italian raw pigs in blanket things over the two cooked bacon slices
*cover with other pan...
*allow to cook until yolks puff out
*one of the yolks should be in the center, unscrambled for desired effect
*when puffed out to desired consistency, place top pan on stove
*turn omelette with easy by letting gravity place it on other pan
*after a short time, repeat the flip but half the omelette...
delish.
Anyways, there are a bunch of constructions going on in the condominium, lots of hammers, lots of pounding, lots of uninformed work getting done in the thinnest walled panopticonic shape condo ever...
So, I was also a little angry that there were no postings about this construction happening, since it disrupted my little post 3 day Pagan Snake Festivities [St. Patty]... recovery sleep. Turned on the amp, put it to "1" not even "2" and sure enough, about 10 mins into it the old neighbor who's been fucking hookers [you see them walking bow legged down to the bus stop] writes a note... well, not only did I hear the knocks, Lance, whom I refer to as Peppermint Patty the 2nd, but, dude, chill out... there are a bunch of saws going on, framing hammers, and you pick on the dude playing guitar... ha.
Anyhow, taking a break from the recording til' the signal stops being interrupted or I find a better solution, bunch of queers in this city. Got a lot of work done on the "Last Days of Hendrix" painting I've been working on in the spare time, and its coming out trucking good... came up with this new tactic of making sort of 4 dimensional paintings... its basically using half the face of a front on view of a person [jimi hendrix and monika dannemon in this case] and then switching to a side profile for the other half... looks pretty cool in addition to the other fluorescent/glow in the dark black light fx.
Made up a new omelette recipe too:
"Pig Omelette"
7 eggs...
4 full eggs
3 egg yolks
those Italian pork slices rolled around mozzarella...
(4)
2 pieces of bacon...
parmesan cheese
hot sauce
cayenne pepper...
two pans, one of a bigger circumference...
*cook the bacon, use a press
*remove the grease and leave a slick
*mix up the eggs, parmesan, hot sauce, and cayenne pepper for the omelette mix
*add in to the greasy pan while still hot, switch cook setting to low
*put the Italian raw pigs in blanket things over the two cooked bacon slices
*cover with other pan...
*allow to cook until yolks puff out
*one of the yolks should be in the center, unscrambled for desired effect
*when puffed out to desired consistency, place top pan on stove
*turn omelette with easy by letting gravity place it on other pan
*after a short time, repeat the flip but half the omelette...
delish.
Monday, March 18, 2013
post-March 17th Drinking Day
found out that the old march holiday was the pagan snake worship one... then the church gave it to a dude who "rid the lands of snakes." humph...
was working a little on talkbox the last couple of hours...
so far, litigation, window bleed, reaper, and [fuzzy]....are pretty much coming together wordwise...
its difficult since talkbox is like a talkbox, a speaker horn enclosed in close quarters and dense parameters wherein a sound bouncing creates some whacky cool noises/sounds... the tube from the horn goes into a human mouth where the hollow area shapes how the revibrations will sound.... kind of like crime. so, the album is about the roots of crime..but this blog is the only place that will be revealed.... no big deal or anything, not like i'm trying to get a wax sculpture next to elvis or some shit....
anyways, its difficult because words are so touchy... the next two songs im working on i have the basic vocal melodies/rhythms for, but its going to be hard not to make them sound almost disgusting... so im probably gonna end up just using a bunch of metaphors and macrophor the son of a bitch... or the next two songs at least...
anyways, might record more of pneumatology or holographic today... might restring the acoustic for the patriot stuff and UV... might just recover from all those beers since the moon and some distant planet are lining up with the polar opposite area of my birth stuff...
gonna try something else: gonna read more FBI files and see if I can synthesize all the ghettos in the world into 8 minutes...
so the concepts so far are like :
litigation: u get this feeling of strangeness like something around u doesnt belong...
window bleed: u see a bunch of stuff that people are just walking past like a bleeding window
reaper: u realize that exploitating suppression is that strangeness
[fuzzy] and next three: where did it come from...
we'll see...
was working a little on talkbox the last couple of hours...
so far, litigation, window bleed, reaper, and [fuzzy]....are pretty much coming together wordwise...
its difficult since talkbox is like a talkbox, a speaker horn enclosed in close quarters and dense parameters wherein a sound bouncing creates some whacky cool noises/sounds... the tube from the horn goes into a human mouth where the hollow area shapes how the revibrations will sound.... kind of like crime. so, the album is about the roots of crime..but this blog is the only place that will be revealed.... no big deal or anything, not like i'm trying to get a wax sculpture next to elvis or some shit....
anyways, its difficult because words are so touchy... the next two songs im working on i have the basic vocal melodies/rhythms for, but its going to be hard not to make them sound almost disgusting... so im probably gonna end up just using a bunch of metaphors and macrophor the son of a bitch... or the next two songs at least...
anyways, might record more of pneumatology or holographic today... might restring the acoustic for the patriot stuff and UV... might just recover from all those beers since the moon and some distant planet are lining up with the polar opposite area of my birth stuff...
gonna try something else: gonna read more FBI files and see if I can synthesize all the ghettos in the world into 8 minutes...
so the concepts so far are like :
litigation: u get this feeling of strangeness like something around u doesnt belong...
window bleed: u see a bunch of stuff that people are just walking past like a bleeding window
reaper: u realize that exploitating suppression is that strangeness
[fuzzy] and next three: where did it come from...
we'll see...
Saturday, March 16, 2013
sunglasses and silver dollars words...
© 2009-2013 Clark Unterberg
illuminati .
motorboat .
smooth .
rescue squad .
oil barrels .
scattered .
yosemite .
puppy .
on the delta .
blueprints faded .
fbi .
ydkm . [eddy arnold]
distance .
hawaiian .
sgt. mackenzie .
hearted . [tin pan alley]
sunglasses .
journey .
gospel.
the moon shines .
1. illuminati
broken wheels mend and turn...
up in the window...
all the ones that think
and rings of rhodium
platinum metals...
illuminating...
all the ones spent...
and cell phones that ring...
pyramids with eyes...
illuminati...
broken wheels mend and turn...
opening windows...
when they're broken...
like hands...
and oars...
or best...
and worst...
its some path that curves...
illuminating...
when the first is the last...
it wraps around your head like some woven blanket...
illuminati...
broken wheels mend and turn for the sovergnty of time...
2. motorboat
bald eagles swoop around the smoke
and out the chimney of the cabin...
got my holster ready
got the pills inside its barrell
the days revolve around the clocks
down by the river there's a bat sound
and a bug lite's shimmer in close distance
drowning all mosquitoes flying around...
my baby and i on vacation...
got my holster ready
got my pills inside its barrell
the bears are right around the corner
near streams so purified like air and...
ticking up and talking out to
the grizzly bears running around...
you grab the axe...
ill guide my chainsaw
gonna build us up a frame now...
near the moose on autopilot
as the grass shivers so violent
candlelights become a sign as
the logs inside the metal convect
the heat beside the pillows rises
salmon lay their eggs and mound them
a grizzly bear runs down the hillside
my thermal night vision scopes
"ill spare your life"
as splashes fountain...
and tomorrow ill pick up eggs and light my baitline
and flashlight to the roaring rapids
stars are falling like the fish now
the bbq is ready to pound out
got my shotgun
got my shovel
gonna bury bones in rubble
wear my camoflague from ultraviolet
as camoflagued as every pilot
its holier than holy light though
its just another sign that
somethings watching on this planet
the fireflies just buzz around us
we'll take the motorboat out again tomorrow
gotta hookup my sonar infrared fish finder...
go up the waves and calm them shortly after...
my baby and i on vacation leave the log cabin...
3. smooth as a whistle
smooth as a whistle
watch the trains roll by
over the hillside
replenishing my mind
sweet sacred oil
riding alongside
all of the buffallo
whos spirits helped us find
and follow the railroad
running over that golden spike
smooth as a whistle
cross the other side
steamboats and gambling
these patriotic dreams...
smooth as a whistle
the cards are dealing these
horsepowered pistins
freeways in the night
all smooth as a whistle
they never wanna fight...
**rescue squad
saw the sunset wrap you up in heaven
then i remembered
you've been stuck in circles
saw this candle that was melting down
wont admit i thought of the night you
didnt back up at all
sometimes i wish we were in heaven
but that aint a thing like real life
when the sunrise wrapped us up together
we breathed in sighs of what we remembered
or didn't do
oh yeah...
then i felt this rescue squad of smiles
mix beside the tears on our pillow
sometimes thats the closest thing to heaven
but it aint a thing like fantasy
you saw the sun inside a better
sky than the one i remembered
and if rings wrap us inside circles
shining stars might start to fall
and try to bring you down like moonlight
inside an innocent new world...
**scattered
all the baggage stops
there's no signs of lost
on the ticket stub
the drops whistle silently
and say
which way down home
road blocks the way
reigning fire
which way home
busy nights like windmills
always stop like then
utopian world slithers
away like warped fences bend
better know
which way down
home
parachute opens the clouds
hugging pieces in signs
rollercoaster inside
a mighty wind pushin' life
which way down home
road blocks the way
reigning fire
which way home
4. yosemite
yosemite
watched the firefalls
watch the waterfalls
halfdome touring
trails always cross
bring pest repellent
to yosemite
where bears are active and
the bears are active in yosemite
on 128 take the highway
to yosemite
if u cant afford the lodge
sleep well in your car or tent or truck in yosemite
yosemite
watched the firefalls
watch the waterfalls
campfires burning and
leaves are cushioning
and the air is freshest in yosemite...
5. puppy
see u sittin by the pool
thinkin
what am i to do
keep swimmin
daylight goes my way
puppy girl
she dont need some fool
who just loves to dictate
wants to jump inside the pool
enjoy some swimmin
the daylight looks her way
puppy girl
the golden rays of the sun
got no time to frustrate
go and sit over by the pool
you got that need to sun bake
with daylight flown your way
puppy girl
puppy girl
and her baby world...
6. on the delta
on the delta
gonna try some fly fishing
stop by the tackle shop
pick up my live bait
from the local store
sorry but we're closed
gone fishing...
on the delta
gonna catch some sturgeon
pack up some food in the pickup truck
dig up fresh earthworms
going fishin
as the shines on the rapids
of the delta...
gonna cruise on my bayliner
it swims like a labradore retriever
on the delta
with my woman
gonna drink some pinot grigio
watch the sun in its rowboat
as we settle down
on the delta...
7. justice
won't ruin my good days...
the wrecking ball awaits...
demolition, man...
keep your face down in the sand...
and it all started way back when...
teddy's rough riders dismounted...
a good ol guy named bonaparte...
near the 1900s started the fbi..
in vegas smoke all your pipe dreams...
the wrecking ball unfolds u see
its more than just a stranglehold...
the beareau aint got time for thieves...or fools
on the ground you criminals
demolition women...
or any other terrorists...
three letters keep you straight
justice honor integrity...all great...
and the f.b.i.
8. you dont know me
you give your hand to me
and then you say hello
and i can hardly speak
my hearts been beating so
guess anyone can tell
you wanna know me well
but you dont know me
the days pass thru you when
you help me get them right
through your beautifullish firey eyes
and nights come and go
you never need to fight
always opening like time
you give your hand to me
and then you walk away
when i can barely think
about another day
when everyone can tell
you really know me well
but you dont know me...
i dont believe in some meaning
or true love...
yeah just go wink your pretty eyes
ill see thru the things
you think you've covered up
now all we have left is time
you give your hand to me
and then you say goodbye
then you can hardly speak
your eyes begin to cry
and anyone can tell
you think you know me well
but you don't know me...
**distance
distant like days of wisdom clouded with scotch whiskey
the television sets see everything you can be
heat seeking missiles launch remotely near all the pirates
aircraft carrier currents with inventions and flying pilots
slowing the surface
and sinking
distant like gazing through a blue moon by the tv
tectonic plates happen revolving all around me
they sit at home and watch the days move on a distance
sometimes i pray for opportunity in this existance
flowing on trails
slowly we sail
past every good thing that we fitted for the country
warm greetings welcome me as i approach a family
horizons fade into the brightest stars around me
the freeway lines rewind around and sorta grasp me
homeward and thinking
how long ive been weaving
past distant memories just plowing down with whiskey
inside of fears and words just blown up right beside me
outdoors inside of my unconscious thoughts
im breathing with worries of forgotten pieces of a world
theyre overflowing...
holding the wheel
steering homeward
slowly and thinking...
**fire dancing
volcanic rocks
crumble on shores
where fire trees bloom
everywhere you walk
see bikinis and running women
tiger sharks cross
dolphins that jump and
speak higher with god
running free
trigger fish fun
rain that is warm
the tidepools are hot
helicopter watch rumbles up
speak higher with god
each place has a soul
how long will i know
dont wanna go home
running free
**sgt. mackenzie
lay me down
in the cold cold grim
waterfall
many just fall in
when they come i will stand my ground
stand my ground only be afraid
thoughts of god
take away my fear
sweats of blood
take the veiling tears
thoughts of home
say the prayers for me
close my eyes
and remember things...
nevermore will i see the sun
for i fell to a madmans gun
lay me down in the cold cold ground
where before many there have gone
waterfall
many then are gone
lay me down
in the cold cold grim
waterfall
many more have gone
**sunglasses
mydriatic eye drops masking
polarized reflective mirrors
arc lamps hinge like bridges burning
corresponding lens correction
sunglasses
watery glares and super magnets
radiation scares and fragrance
loosen sight like ultraviolets
corresponding lens correction
sunglasses
cant tell when they stare
brighten life in ambered lenses
driving everywhere
everybody wears sunglasses
insomnia like dreams
lights that make darkest questions
driving everywhere
everybody wears sunglasses
mydriatic eye drops masking
polarized reflective mirrors
arc lamps hinge like bridges burning
corresponding lens correction
sunglasses
**hearted
in old savannah - i said savannah
the weather there is nice and warm
the climates of a southern brand
and lately i dont understand
they've gotta girl there a pretty girl there
she's colder than an arctic storm
she's gotta heart just like a freezer
even the mice just leave her alone
a hard hearted vampire
alone in savannah to stare...
9. journey
cream black and mild burns down
one more gone...ill take you down and show you 'round...
til daylight's over just like some burning gasoline...
when we get some routes to follow
see where they click cause no one goes where
no one knows...
it might curve around like a rainstorm
washing us till i rip them down
and feel the sugars from the ground...
and take you around
til daylight's over, baby...
we'll look around
and journey to the desserts...
just like some burning fuel
except the pistons wont burn like you...
until the full moon...comes round and round...
then we'll turn our coronas and drive it home
and get some food to follow
curves like shrimp pinked out like you know...
cook it like the tobacco that's gone up to the moon...
then its time to refuel...
we've got some routes to follow...
gospel [carter family]
when we walk thru the streets of the city
where our hearts speak from long before
and we stand on the banks of the river
and just speak til we part no more
wandering from the ways of some strangers
dreaming loud like rapids roar
as we sit on the banks of the river
where we see how to flow from before
we will walk past the valley in shadows
with our hearts moving like sea shores
til we stand on the banks of the river
where our souls will flow to guide us home
when we walked thru the streets of the city
where our hearts spoke from long before
til we stand on the banks of the river
and just speak til we part no more
illuminati .
motorboat .
smooth .
rescue squad .
oil barrels .
scattered .
yosemite .
puppy .
on the delta .
blueprints faded .
fbi .
ydkm . [eddy arnold]
distance .
hawaiian .
sgt. mackenzie .
hearted . [tin pan alley]
sunglasses .
journey .
gospel.
the moon shines .
1. illuminati
broken wheels mend and turn...
up in the window...
all the ones that think
and rings of rhodium
platinum metals...
illuminating...
all the ones spent...
and cell phones that ring...
pyramids with eyes...
illuminati...
broken wheels mend and turn...
opening windows...
when they're broken...
like hands...
and oars...
or best...
and worst...
its some path that curves...
illuminating...
when the first is the last...
it wraps around your head like some woven blanket...
illuminati...
broken wheels mend and turn for the sovergnty of time...
2. motorboat
bald eagles swoop around the smoke
and out the chimney of the cabin...
got my holster ready
got the pills inside its barrell
the days revolve around the clocks
down by the river there's a bat sound
and a bug lite's shimmer in close distance
drowning all mosquitoes flying around...
my baby and i on vacation...
got my holster ready
got my pills inside its barrell
the bears are right around the corner
near streams so purified like air and...
ticking up and talking out to
the grizzly bears running around...
you grab the axe...
ill guide my chainsaw
gonna build us up a frame now...
near the moose on autopilot
as the grass shivers so violent
candlelights become a sign as
the logs inside the metal convect
the heat beside the pillows rises
salmon lay their eggs and mound them
a grizzly bear runs down the hillside
my thermal night vision scopes
"ill spare your life"
as splashes fountain...
and tomorrow ill pick up eggs and light my baitline
and flashlight to the roaring rapids
stars are falling like the fish now
the bbq is ready to pound out
got my shotgun
got my shovel
gonna bury bones in rubble
wear my camoflague from ultraviolet
as camoflagued as every pilot
its holier than holy light though
its just another sign that
somethings watching on this planet
the fireflies just buzz around us
we'll take the motorboat out again tomorrow
gotta hookup my sonar infrared fish finder...
go up the waves and calm them shortly after...
my baby and i on vacation leave the log cabin...
3. smooth as a whistle
smooth as a whistle
watch the trains roll by
over the hillside
replenishing my mind
sweet sacred oil
riding alongside
all of the buffallo
whos spirits helped us find
and follow the railroad
running over that golden spike
smooth as a whistle
cross the other side
steamboats and gambling
these patriotic dreams...
smooth as a whistle
the cards are dealing these
horsepowered pistins
freeways in the night
all smooth as a whistle
they never wanna fight...
**rescue squad
saw the sunset wrap you up in heaven
then i remembered
you've been stuck in circles
saw this candle that was melting down
wont admit i thought of the night you
didnt back up at all
sometimes i wish we were in heaven
but that aint a thing like real life
when the sunrise wrapped us up together
we breathed in sighs of what we remembered
or didn't do
oh yeah...
then i felt this rescue squad of smiles
mix beside the tears on our pillow
sometimes thats the closest thing to heaven
but it aint a thing like fantasy
you saw the sun inside a better
sky than the one i remembered
and if rings wrap us inside circles
shining stars might start to fall
and try to bring you down like moonlight
inside an innocent new world...
**scattered
all the baggage stops
there's no signs of lost
on the ticket stub
the drops whistle silently
and say
which way down home
road blocks the way
reigning fire
which way home
busy nights like windmills
always stop like then
utopian world slithers
away like warped fences bend
better know
which way down
home
parachute opens the clouds
hugging pieces in signs
rollercoaster inside
a mighty wind pushin' life
which way down home
road blocks the way
reigning fire
which way home
4. yosemite
yosemite
watched the firefalls
watch the waterfalls
halfdome touring
trails always cross
bring pest repellent
to yosemite
where bears are active and
the bears are active in yosemite
on 128 take the highway
to yosemite
if u cant afford the lodge
sleep well in your car or tent or truck in yosemite
yosemite
watched the firefalls
watch the waterfalls
campfires burning and
leaves are cushioning
and the air is freshest in yosemite...
5. puppy
see u sittin by the pool
thinkin
what am i to do
keep swimmin
daylight goes my way
puppy girl
she dont need some fool
who just loves to dictate
wants to jump inside the pool
enjoy some swimmin
the daylight looks her way
puppy girl
the golden rays of the sun
got no time to frustrate
go and sit over by the pool
you got that need to sun bake
with daylight flown your way
puppy girl
puppy girl
and her baby world...
6. on the delta
on the delta
gonna try some fly fishing
stop by the tackle shop
pick up my live bait
from the local store
sorry but we're closed
gone fishing...
on the delta
gonna catch some sturgeon
pack up some food in the pickup truck
dig up fresh earthworms
going fishin
as the shines on the rapids
of the delta...
gonna cruise on my bayliner
it swims like a labradore retriever
on the delta
with my woman
gonna drink some pinot grigio
watch the sun in its rowboat
as we settle down
on the delta...
7. justice
won't ruin my good days...
the wrecking ball awaits...
demolition, man...
keep your face down in the sand...
and it all started way back when...
teddy's rough riders dismounted...
a good ol guy named bonaparte...
near the 1900s started the fbi..
in vegas smoke all your pipe dreams...
the wrecking ball unfolds u see
its more than just a stranglehold...
the beareau aint got time for thieves...or fools
on the ground you criminals
demolition women...
or any other terrorists...
three letters keep you straight
justice honor integrity...all great...
and the f.b.i.
8. you dont know me
you give your hand to me
and then you say hello
and i can hardly speak
my hearts been beating so
guess anyone can tell
you wanna know me well
but you dont know me
the days pass thru you when
you help me get them right
through your beautifullish firey eyes
and nights come and go
you never need to fight
always opening like time
you give your hand to me
and then you walk away
when i can barely think
about another day
when everyone can tell
you really know me well
but you dont know me...
i dont believe in some meaning
or true love...
yeah just go wink your pretty eyes
ill see thru the things
you think you've covered up
now all we have left is time
you give your hand to me
and then you say goodbye
then you can hardly speak
your eyes begin to cry
and anyone can tell
you think you know me well
but you don't know me...
**distance
distant like days of wisdom clouded with scotch whiskey
the television sets see everything you can be
heat seeking missiles launch remotely near all the pirates
aircraft carrier currents with inventions and flying pilots
slowing the surface
and sinking
distant like gazing through a blue moon by the tv
tectonic plates happen revolving all around me
they sit at home and watch the days move on a distance
sometimes i pray for opportunity in this existance
flowing on trails
slowly we sail
past every good thing that we fitted for the country
warm greetings welcome me as i approach a family
horizons fade into the brightest stars around me
the freeway lines rewind around and sorta grasp me
homeward and thinking
how long ive been weaving
past distant memories just plowing down with whiskey
inside of fears and words just blown up right beside me
outdoors inside of my unconscious thoughts
im breathing with worries of forgotten pieces of a world
theyre overflowing...
holding the wheel
steering homeward
slowly and thinking...
**fire dancing
volcanic rocks
crumble on shores
where fire trees bloom
everywhere you walk
see bikinis and running women
tiger sharks cross
dolphins that jump and
speak higher with god
running free
trigger fish fun
rain that is warm
the tidepools are hot
helicopter watch rumbles up
speak higher with god
each place has a soul
how long will i know
dont wanna go home
running free
**sgt. mackenzie
lay me down
in the cold cold grim
waterfall
many just fall in
when they come i will stand my ground
stand my ground only be afraid
thoughts of god
take away my fear
sweats of blood
take the veiling tears
thoughts of home
say the prayers for me
close my eyes
and remember things...
nevermore will i see the sun
for i fell to a madmans gun
lay me down in the cold cold ground
where before many there have gone
waterfall
many then are gone
lay me down
in the cold cold grim
waterfall
many more have gone
**sunglasses
mydriatic eye drops masking
polarized reflective mirrors
arc lamps hinge like bridges burning
corresponding lens correction
sunglasses
watery glares and super magnets
radiation scares and fragrance
loosen sight like ultraviolets
corresponding lens correction
sunglasses
cant tell when they stare
brighten life in ambered lenses
driving everywhere
everybody wears sunglasses
insomnia like dreams
lights that make darkest questions
driving everywhere
everybody wears sunglasses
mydriatic eye drops masking
polarized reflective mirrors
arc lamps hinge like bridges burning
corresponding lens correction
sunglasses
**hearted
in old savannah - i said savannah
the weather there is nice and warm
the climates of a southern brand
and lately i dont understand
they've gotta girl there a pretty girl there
she's colder than an arctic storm
she's gotta heart just like a freezer
even the mice just leave her alone
a hard hearted vampire
alone in savannah to stare...
9. journey
cream black and mild burns down
one more gone...ill take you down and show you 'round...
til daylight's over just like some burning gasoline...
when we get some routes to follow
see where they click cause no one goes where
no one knows...
it might curve around like a rainstorm
washing us till i rip them down
and feel the sugars from the ground...
and take you around
til daylight's over, baby...
we'll look around
and journey to the desserts...
just like some burning fuel
except the pistons wont burn like you...
until the full moon...comes round and round...
then we'll turn our coronas and drive it home
and get some food to follow
curves like shrimp pinked out like you know...
cook it like the tobacco that's gone up to the moon...
then its time to refuel...
we've got some routes to follow...
gospel [carter family]
when we walk thru the streets of the city
where our hearts speak from long before
and we stand on the banks of the river
and just speak til we part no more
wandering from the ways of some strangers
dreaming loud like rapids roar
as we sit on the banks of the river
where we see how to flow from before
we will walk past the valley in shadows
with our hearts moving like sea shores
til we stand on the banks of the river
where our souls will flow to guide us home
when we walked thru the streets of the city
where our hearts spoke from long before
til we stand on the banks of the river
and just speak til we part no more
pneumatology [finished revision - 4/19]
spirit divination
plastic
towels
observatory
te muero [segue]
death sense--barking [segue]
dimensional eternities
pentamechanical
period
story
headache
esoterrestrial
angelic
phlebotomy
firings
precipitation
shadows
our best work ever
mathematics
the street sleeps
===========
whether or not you believe it there are all these ghosts
socketed inside of this tunnel; plug in your earphones
the dark light rises
whether or not you need it, you're biting pillows
ensouled with ovulating elations
somatic genotoxicities
sequestering like delusions turning real
semi-detached like hermitage wines
paul masson sherry
flash heated
stuck in seclusiveness
know when you're moving
thru your dreamscapes
know what you're fearing
all these wing shaped hearts
close like folding flashes
whether or not you see them there are all these ghosts
dont wanna believe them cause theyll tear a fuckin hole
thru your worldview
heliospherically blinding
like combustable dust
craving spiritual lust
turn you into a pyrophobic
cryogenically hypnotizing
close your eyelids
with viscous retroactivity in blood
corrosive pyrophorics
dig up the past into mutagenicity
call it electrical
thrusts tangenting transits of
geomagnetic satelitte based hurricanes
out of this world inside of this box
your eyes are burning
know what you're doin
in your dreamscapes
know what you're feeling
watch the spirits divination
whether or not you believe it
there are all these ghosts
spirits calling
socketed inside of this tunnel
indwelling incantations
isolating into involuntary
crinkled paradises paradoxing
plug in your earphones
the dark light rises
know what your feeling
in your dreamscapes
know when you're moving
watch the spirit divination
the dark light rises
=============
substance based separations
castling greed
recharging in foamy vital signs
bubbling the chest capusles
synonomous with snake angels
amused like contaminated legends
in masks of plastic
when the sunlight was abundant
there was a circular lagoon
chess board physics
puffer fish poke
remember when you spoke
and smoked like
desire in a craving world
axis cross covers like a cat's cradle
blankets submerged
sinking volcanic
trainspotting@high noon
established to meditate
blind exclusivity
mediatating assertion
calculated by arithmitic into
dangerous worriment
and tournaments joust
puffer fish poke
repetitions of
radiations of energy are
just flesh food navigations
boiling like drinking water
bottling
clarity punched on an upswing
the abundancy of imaginative nightmares
will keep the dirt of your feet
in masks of plastic
shiny swordfish
are resurfacing
sarcastically like
professionalism in a satanic
attractivity...bodily functions
that cease empirically
hypocritically
reflectivity in
your masks mildewed
future the past
shapefully sturdy
with no tranquility
intercontinental missiles
downwind flags on the moon
hibiscus fishing poles stiffen
the romanitic nightlifes within
your spoonfed masks of plastic
cut low like socks2
make you spit at the flaws
within a candle cuddling
burning acidic
fertilize and inhibit
keeping the dirt of you feet
and crumbling like the abundancy
of nightmares symbiotic
with the laws of attractivity
the black cats structurally
electrocute and climb
the fear out of the anonymous eyes...
in masks of plastic
===================
matrilinear
matrilocal
matrix localized
motherfuckers
all throwing in the towels again
bicentenial ignorance
and learners
looks like we've got outselves a reader
oven burners on
lineage
vocals...
[you keep fooling yourself]
the earth cries with vocals
you keep fooling yourself
what the fuck did you do to yourselves
pneumatological...
[keep fooling yourself]
the art cries with vocals
you're set
odd like divisions
trigonometrical
secants and cosecants
of a circle
pounding and pouting
all coked out...
"uh huh :("
what did you do to yourselves
bunch of circles overdosed like eyes closed
[the fuck did you do to yourselves?]
the fuck did you do to your friends?
tangents and decimals
decimating fractionals
the fuck did you do to yourself?
the fuckin root 3... non practical
what did you do to yourselves?
motherfuckers...
oxidized weakness lubricated like triflow
just keep fooling yourselves
wd40 and wonderful
"drinking the draino"
just keep blaming yourself
[just keep blaming yourselves]
you keep blaming yourselves
offshore teratogenical
youre losing your genitals
testicles and test tubes
pterodactly
"i can't get it up"
you keep blaming your friends
4the irresponisbility
point that gun at yourself
brontasaurus on a cross
the camel hump
carburized like detrementation
"like a dead bird"
dumb
repititions..
and who's gonna go to your grave?
[whos gonna go to your grave]
you're decaying
yeah go point that gun at yourself
[point that gun at yourself]
fighting electrodes
safe
grind them diagonal
knots stealthily bumping
[what the fuck did you do to your friends?]
holy skin
matrilogical
[the fuck did you do to your souls?]
chains and cycles
manifest as archaeological
stranded gems leaving you like
labelled surgeon generals
[the fuck did you do to yourselves?]
toxicological
[what the fuck did you do to yourselves?]
=========================================
recollections are cleansing
structures massed in symmetry
quivering philosophy observing
atlas separations
bunched in memories
potential energies
meteorite from procured shivering
observing and breathing
shock repositories in
diffused fluidity
consequences splinter in
obtrusive concentration
subsequential luminaries
program rotational
philosophy observing
alchemically reeling
exhibitionism in planetariums
lacks of common sense whistling
rendering enigmatic flaws genetically
in blood and bonds
ageless forms
subdued stimulation
wannabees and spirits
hidden like pine trees
individualism in forests
observing
the trees stand alone
mystifying asteroids signalling
spirits like sands
sweating
from distant memories passed
initiating grips
the cold intrusive hands
gun tote bags of glasses broken
sufficiently boxed and striped
with stains like a fragmented
pandora's box
open into awakenings
melting light
formulas surrounding
missing secrets
observing and hardening
wax sculpture this
mysteries in urns like beds
scythes and notes bleed
graphing wonder
procuring the dead
observing and breathing
=======================
stare at the graveyard
eagle eye into some wheels flattening
the skeleton house is around the curve
ancestors take the shapes of strangers
there to watch you rising in the distance
the moon glows
stalk thru tides and oceans freezing like
a transformation
clouds speaking with clarity
jagged like the pointalized hair
on a jimi hendrix poster
squaring circles hypothetically comparable
to cosines on empty canvases in idiocracy
resonating like the sprayed paint
or powdered lines around corpses so aware
shrinking out of life [wrap]
in some death sense lingering
smell formaldehyde & drink
sadness shuts u off like
violin strings tie you up
quilt bodies and rub them together
with the surreal murders tearing up
people crying about who gets killed
its oscar grant autonomous with
thousands of police officers we took for granted
lay them down in hollowed ground massacred
the blood stains the axis of the sword tilting the world
wielded by kettlecorn blooming where babies pop out like some
faces of revolutions tripped off and tipped out from
the stars in the sky
raining down clogging sidewalk ditches
called sewer caps mathematically wrapped
and warped into karmic dust
solidifying medicine clusters
caution lets hover over you and grunt
ugh with pythonic staples
tablecloth flatlining stripes scaling to
reawaken a magickal grim reaper
doing the dinner table trick
when time keeps running away
blame the cigarettes and beer
constricting fear concentrate seeking god
pour and rise like smoke from above
theres a death sense lingering
smell formaldehyde and drink
clouds just speak with clarity
===============================
i have been dreaming
one whole eternity
the ambient transfers
disadvantage into reflectance
of fears membraned like lightning
strikes
inside a matrix of materialization
adequately thorough
time lapsed convulsions
semiconductively curl
like heat strokes
lifting heavy loads
loosen the airflow knob
word
and the lifeforces
rumble substantially
paralleled to the threshold of death
diodes emit light
then burn out again
the fuses dilude
and use this
alliteration
allegorically
ascending
to agitate
time lines
disappearing
like flashes
rehydrate
that cessation
designating
triplication of
respiration
reflexes in
exfoliating sweats
and a flashback
the threshold of death
capturing
sprinkling water
like missiling
consciousness
to wake up again
the enzymes climb
and proteins rebond
like whole wheat breads
and peanut butter
telepathically
strung together
and breathing
with no front...
i have been dreaming
one whole eternity
the shock resistors
surge and climb
harsh like little pumpkins
with tea lights
designating shades
for the surrounding heat
dissipating...
selfconsistencies
filter with rest
test the limits
of the best out of body
experience forever
tolerating the brain powers
that lift up realities
i have been dreaming
one whole eternity
capabilities reform
and strength returns
sprinking water like
missiling
the accidental
near death fuzzy
bandage sticks
like a reminder
and apparitions
appear like timers
synchronized
with traffic lights
electrical wires
give the power up
esoterrestrial
and astral projecting
shift like a delusion
of grandeur enlightening
and forefront
figments of deja vu
or time travel moving thru you
i have been dreaming
one whole eternity
spirits in armies
cross over
like spasming
countries
from way before
the senses
scratch themselves
away and restructure
superparamagnetism
surfaces into
jogging slumbers
and space high
thundering foresights
glisten like dreams
twisting the parallel
dimensions deceased...and...
i have been dreaming
one whole eternity...
=====================
"higher...
wind divination"
"how have i been?"
endless existence throughout eternity
goddess of earth move
pentamechanical
stringing snake tails
rattle like magick wands
time space equations
endless eternities
temporal offerings
long ago like a mudslide
were all falling
wandering reality
she threw out eternity
thunder roar
earthquakes see heaven floored
up on a mountain top
higher wind divination
fire burn in my hands when im rowing
soul invocations
fire burn thru my hands when im rowing
death in disease free
dreams downsize like eagles
swallows dropping out of nests
there's no ego
tears like fertility
from the
moon's shadow up in eternity
pentamechanical
hexagram drawings
endless eternities
higher wind divinations
fire burns
godddes of earth
thunder roar
higher soul invocations
=======================
STORY [segue]
when the separated conjoined twins
were photographed
a cool metal breeze swam past
the otters whispering in abalaone shells
superreflectivity
the spells of history
shaped like good and evil
love and hate
link and chain
the waste from the disjunction
poured alongside the gulf
turtles swam and turned
past underwater ghosts
thickening the birds alone
resting like free trips
to pounding suffocations
mileage premium benefits
it was finally time to live
on their own...
the soap bars bubbled on each life
just like the sun moon and earth
the separated conjoined twins
realized...
they were not fully functioning
alive and one of them passed...
the remains punctured the other
and at last, when the small plot
was finished shovelling itself
a connection was lost...
blame the dolphins and fish
mercury floats like this...
fearful anger brewing
bottlecap the psychological trauma
it unfolds and the sole twin
is still alone...
spirits surrounded the survivor
death was survived by the perfection
of surgical disasters...
photographed like superreflectivity
glasses cracked and the walls shook
when the surviving child approached
nurturing loss with consequential anger
confusion in youthful skulls disjoins into
fusive fragrances martyred in slumber
the child was staring at a picture
of a sea otter when the oceans broke
and the psychologist was shaking
before the stroke...
the child left alone and there was
a vacant orphanage unknown
hundreds dead
thousands imprinted into the mind
of one powerful child...
people say he can make things explode
with some kind of accipitral power...
and no one can see where he is...
cloaked in the clarity of lost
and mutated by the flaws
desiring perfection...
======================
the pounding clues
cushioning thru
anamatronic robotic wolves
beckoning some pyschic numbing training
course like burning candlelights as one
damage cold feet happily while distractions
decipher like ends meet
elvis dollar bills sticker the faces
the fireflies flicker
glacier blue drops of golf ball sized hail
puncture the wounds
punctuate in horrible accidents
like another dimensional set of tornadoing earthquakes
just wick on a candlewax thats melting like the satelittes
greasy in burns and paper cuts
looking back from the sun
at the pounding clues
karma comes back to you
substance becomes alternated
pushing currents
dark and glued
fall has moved
power lingering
wannabes listening
to somebody innocent
theyre watching you
the mistletoe hangs
everyday now
the raining cripples in floods
dont know if it remembers
how to leave things alone
hung upside down
and cursed by figments in love
rising pharamones
the mistletoe reminding you
breaks with evergreens
sage wont set you free
aurora borealis
conjunctions slide
slippery sidewalks
streets glide around
a round table winding up like
ashes falling into the deepest desert of
bluest oceans flowering to float on top
exchanges so spiritually social
and lost
blister up inside a cup of coffee
or cardboard box compassing
the pounding clues
knocking on attics
and falling off counters
burning in nightmares
scratching off apple spheres
separating you from your world
windows all sealed up
statically embraced like sandpapering
traced blood on a doorstep
the pounding clues
theyre watching you
the mistletoe
the pounding clues
==================
esoterrestrial venom
her titties wiggle like theyre leaving consciousness
orgasm in sarcasm
with your fuckin lips look like
lipsticked red picture frames
suction cupped
sheets are wrinkling
and you talk about the white tree lights
surrounding your paranoid eyes
and you dont wanna do laundry
but you've been doing mine
the jet black hair takes off
whips around and seeps thru scents
lingering like
the hole in your bra looking better on the ground
candles burn
the way the strap slips
makes me want to
know more...
esoterrestrial venom...
titty 'machine gun
tearing my' head up
with your parts
and they're so fuckin soft
baths
pillow fighting
against the bunched up freeway lights
the cars outside near the palm trees keep on
honking because theyre horny
keep flaunting your pharamones toward me
your wrists cushion back muscles
like chiropractical therapy
bath salts dissolving witchcraft
we'd be burned at a stake against a metal wall
if it was around for yelling like stampedes
in the ocean of pleasure
fuck trojans...
cause you're falling asleep
but still want more
esoterrestrial venom
====================
she turned into a ghost
floated and flew
sick with the flu
placid gazing
remembering the heffers grazing
testimony under oath
ressurection crazing
channeling flashes
splashing and past this
intermingling with skeptical
mirrors shredding like
watergates opening folders
the papers are all written
in enochian vocabularies
poetic verses in biblical hebrew
she was so funny she made the liberty bell crack
stylistic and unknowingly
allknowing in that magical function
called sexiness
she was all that...
"its an angel"
hidden from humans locked in the tower
of babel..without clothing
the fear is so hypocritical
mystical tables delivering doctrines
unstable and unstapled
you threw your life away they said
humans turned into dogs
resevoir pissers and urination fronts
contests of scratching legs
for dollars of love
mojo dipping like ice cream cones
mojo dying and frightening worlds
on the outskirts of punk bitch bands
angelic upstarts
liddle towers was murdered
nueromuscular feminine anesthesia
sexual primer and angelic upskirts
you threw your life away
they say she was like a transformer
not the power line kind
but robots in disguise
sex machine
optimus prime kind of woman
ribeye steak
you threw your life away...
trendy and water soluable
compromised by impulses
and detractable emotions
past tense was when she preyed
on the animals surrounding
such a social way of talking
logical spasms and illogical tantrums
alkaline batteries got low
dissectional disorder recharged them
you threw your life away
and got burned by acid...
"its an angel"
blind to visible light
induce the ultraviolets
the nights were three dimensional
reverse transformation
its the fangs that bit thru her eyes
they turned the night to day
sign of the snake
power like heartburn
lasering in pictures of archangels
female and halfalive
hide and seek with the bumpy ride
manipulating time like
health disturbances..
had a daydream she was pushing a wheelchair
and the dude in it didn't even know it
she was dying like pungent sour odors
didnt bother to tell everyone
less time consuming is more like a coded
cosmic dil-lusion monocarbonic
unsaturing like a good fat
or p h a t kind of attachment
synchronized heart rate
putting itself on a moratorium
theres a comic book about that
putting images beforehand
spinning around like a tool in a playground
or a mortuary...
"its an angel"
medicine cap growth
on the bottle shows up
wealth in wrath torn up
afternoon staring
archaelogy of the soul
bearing transmutating kinds of weights
infinite time vibrates
slice it in two
cultivate games
operation shake
proactive living mind
she threw her life the way
the angels shape
mechanistically blind
phantasmagoria kinds of
relative points and views
finite confidence
impermeance pursues
some half truth
no matter what you do
instinctually standing apart
senses impede like physicality
embarked on a journey
in need of a reality
universal vibe
creative was an art
now its an angel...
====================
the tongues of flame crossover to the higher plane
like tiger spirits disappearing into brushing blades
sharpened like bloodletting tools for nauseating withdrawls
gasoline igniters and a brightened full moon
mask your sorrows
manifest as chills spasm the rest of a crowded
hardened circuitboard watching melting increasing in
screams and shadows of shallow signs and scours
"she's on fire..."
"he's just burning..."
"she's on fire..."
its as mythical as the wings of the feathered serpent bird
to a free kind of world spectacled to
carnivore rest and carnival like a skirmish between
technology spiked innovative inventions and citizens questioned
questioning aftermathematical dissention descending
paths from meteor showers expending neighboring countries
expanding plans
and spending defeated thoughts distressing a social tidal wave
thats locked
its like touching the back of a tiger shark the wrong way
thats lost and close to humanity
feel the invisible claws
cut off your hands lock up your heads
creamate the weak while theyve lived like brutality tweeked
trade booming sonic sounds of wonderful reliefs
in sulfurs, ufo's, and frostbitten feet
the holy spirit intervenes an erupts like a moonbeam
burned into skin of a lion and the steadiness of a fox
smoke terrestrial socio-economical dust storms lead
breathing forms of successions in comprehensive
solstice energies winding down past blurring ethnocentricities
"she's on fire..."
"watch them burning..."
"she's on fire"
"watch them burning"
the bloodshed and skin melted away ripples
beep like submarines
popping sinking with depressive torpedos like the SS Montebello
resting at the bottom of a currentless sea
poke a hole in your gut
let disease breathe nuerological phlebotomy
"she's on fire"
"watch them burning"
'he's just burning'
'she's on fire'
'watch them burning away'
the likes of sharpened gasoline
mask and manifest into hardened screams
burned terrestrial solstice breaths
creamate thoughts within quotes that speak
poke a hole in your gut
and the blood will freeze
let disease breathe nuerological phlebotomy
'she's on fire'
'watch them burning'
'he's just dying'
'she's just burning'
====================
menthols mineral the barking dogs
all the fences slide like a squeaky
lost hinge capturing
propulsions of smoke and lawns with gnomes
checking out stubs on the wet power lines
slithering trees move in sounds
barking dogs talk to more ghosts
sinking like
pomeranian howls
shrieking
baseball bats metal swinging beatings
swords pinging and sparking around the
burning files fume on the grassy side
of the tropic of cancer
tropically convergent to zoned out
golf clubs disappearing and stacks of model trains
and tracks detracting attention from the comic books
stacked over the ceiling from the floor bunker
bullets and guns crush the termites on the floor
wastewater parks with slimy toads and turtles
swim in algae with rabid packs of dogs
all blown up like a container exposed
to rust and mildew with gunpowder
igniting from the electrical malfunctioning
of the closed and locked door
watch the babies
sea of monumental breaths choking
you go into a front room
and see an oxygen tank
and fish confused
near remote control
helicopters used
to distract
mistakes in tact
like a collection
of dead snakes
soaked in rubbing alcohol
and leaky ceiling holes
that attracted psychotic waterfalls
and warfares of special forces
amidst the pornos and hustlers
stolen the dive equiptment
and there's a smell
that lingers
like vomit
and a coughing sound
that triggers
chakral shocks
like thethered
hardness strung to death
harness stung neglect
on the sunken couches
smell more vomit
like angry taunts
captured in black and white film
clean it up and theres dog urine
all over
newspapers
out of hosts
disposed and corroded
in cars and wastes
and barrels of dried nests
ornithological bones still stink
the dogs bite everything
in a galaxy of monumental breaths choking
watch the babies
sea of monumental breaths choking
=================================
storms have been gathering
near your mid-region that's been showing
shadows are warping through the steam around
the purple lights where you pour water
your body's wiggling and giggling
i watch you crawl into the sauna
and all the showers moving over her penisula...
start trickling its sizzling
just like the sweat from every moment
steams been downpouring vertically
and our sore muscles start 2know it...
with cuddling and mumbling
just like the showers moving over the peninsula...
ooo...
your visual kinesthetics
are bouncing like some rubber floating
in temperature's been curling and whirling
you try and tell me that youre moody
your head collapses and you throw me down
collapses and you throw me down
in between breaks of gentle calming
snap and whip and scatter this
i see your tears in bed youre flowin
all the showers moving over the peninsula...
start raining down
youre stuck inside
all of your senses overflowing
theyre just some showers moving over her peninsula
ooo...
storms have been gathering
near your mid-region thats been showing
start raining down youre stuck inside
the purple lights where you pour water
your body's wiggling and giggling
i watch you crawl into the sauna
all of your senses overflowing
they're showers moving her penisula
===================================
burning on balconies
fluid energies nurturing
all these aching shadows
humpback whales deafening
thuds and high pitched sounds
swim around
there's wolf beside the fire
pyrokinetically
surfacing ground
shed the winter's hair
grey and ashy
contradict the passions
staring at these
aching shadows
burning on balconies
nightgowns disappearing
exothermically
wolf beside the fire
whirlwinding away...
chant with wicked penchants
and forms of trickery
smelling toxicities
lingering
nightgowns disappearing
choke on them then fall down
wolf beside the fire
whirlwinding away
all the aching shadows
smoke your eyes out
burn yourself down
photosynthetically
energize and carcinogize
empathetically
electromagnetically
ghostbusters stomp
wolves beside the fire
contradict the passions staring@
all these aching shadows
just like fire trees
fluid energies nurturing
pyrokinesis reignite
burning on balconies
alchemically
esoterically
moving thru grounds
all these aching shadows
moving on grounds
fluid energies nurturing
smooth like pressuring
wolf beside the fire
wipe them all out
these aching shadows
whirlwinding away
=================
everybody never beat you up
dont believe in anything at all
people just dont care enough at all
the dice roll like glass that breaks
keep it flowing
"images are made to be dug up"
our best work ever
"everyone and everything just stopped
every moment enjoying"
every living memory in life
"everybody knows a different world"
"dont even remember them because"
blocking out is better for that stuff
"wrapping up in everything else"
images are made to be dug up
our best work ever...
hanging from a laundry wire alone
eyes were crossed and tongue was sticking out
everyone and everything went numb
our best work ever
hanging from a laundry wire alone
eyes were crossed and tongue was sticking out
everyone and everything wakes up
images are made to be dug up...
===============================
keep on staring at me with
you and your fuckin predatory chest
mathematical breasts
flashing your tits
passing out pharamones as tips
defenseless to the pressures
in looks that are remembered
strangling like mummified
dollar bills around tripped out echoes
laughter pours into subtle screaming out
gushing laws of relativity
gouge dude's eyes' out
sprinkling like some frosted donuts
those windshield doubts
lounging in decisions
about what just went down
tired optimism wears you out
from that solar super magnetism
spittin around mass coronal ejections
and spreading out injections of vagina alkalines
swim around to pass the time
in looks that are remembered
they haunt you like fate
you come back outside and sit on a lawn chair all alone
sit and captivate the audience
that fuckin predatory chest
prays for the circumference to bathrobe...
bipolarized apologies unfold
like ruin in more lives
just being a death to the night
or night to the day
awake at midnight
mistake the left from the right
signalling directions
nipples extended
shingled in directives
currents full of mercury
soda not speaking
just bubbling home
in arcade game lushy soup
in the technicolor digitally looped
test of feeling important like
a californian supermodel stigma
find the look that theyll remember
powering physiological reproductive traits
in poses with alkalines leaking straight out
the vagina sweat into my drooling lower lip
smoking a benson and hedges menthol king
there's nothing but a wildhorse
stray dog help me breathe
straight up natural
retractable basketball hoop on the sidewalk
changes directions...
like bleeding persuasions
like your eyes on the prize
manipulating lives...
in your percussion
fuckin predatory chest
mathematical breasts
decaying into lonely mistakes
with some looks that youll remember
holographic thoughts words...
rough transcriptions from earlier versions...
gonna record this one real soon...
dried up
========
dried up and centered without any water
plotting out death like some linear hunger
who done it, houdini?
who tied up and dried up jetsreams harborning rain?
whats the point of a death valley
when a desert is swallowing
decandance oscilating arrogance thru ignorance
invading...arsenic like draughts
cracked tiles without grout
breaking the ground
reminiscent of the tigris and euphraties
curving back around
there's free coffee and doughnuts in the broke lounge
and more threats to read about
like rabies found by touching flying bats
called vampires masquerading
as tribes or cities and towns
or people gangraped
in countries that people claim they found...
dried up and centered without any water
plotting out death like a linear hunger
environmentalists and trancendentalists are falling
over
like ski accidents from an upper mountain's ridge
agriculture is cutting itself out like
some freestyle polar shift
resultive
weather patterns unpredictable
feel the urge that this might be the last time to
go to the beach and check out bikinis
combinations of high heat, insanity, and severe results
leading to disease... pattern out to feeding frenzies
paralleling civil wars in humanity
watch the great white sharks jump out
greenhouses gases and greenless pastures
55% waterless like areas in the u.s. geographically
pressured Texas, Georgia...South Carolina
reflective to geologists
global warming psychologists of la nina...
watching spain joins a harvestless part of the
oceans in humanity...like africa noted in 2011
with an apparently skewed equator burning land
like a laser pointer in the i's of irrigation
agriculture
overinvasive manmade contaminations
because nature loves us so very much...
dried up like centers without any water
cycles of death like some linear hunger
who done it houdini?
who witnessed places like ethiopia and somalia
going crazy?
just focus on aids suffering
while refugees make journeys like moses and mohammad
from the sudan and kenya
synchronized with an increase in crime
and international terrorism
refuge in anger and flock to yemen
where global unification is killed like a pre-atlantean
continent bigger than china, who suffered dust storms
so severe, there were united nations warning
draughts follow and burn like pepper spray
occupy the vacant fishless dried up lakes...
there's free coffee and doughnuts in the broke lounge
who done it houdini?
possibly a cyclone of operations once funding our species
priceless.
there's free coffee and doughnuts in the broke lounge.
so stay hydrated.
gasoline
========
44 billion gallons of gasoline
68 million cars that need to feed
toxic emissions like bullions of snake venom
combust like an invisible blooming flowers
watered down into organic compounds
called liquid explosives
everyday misinformed knowledges
in powerful situations
of nature just like urine, but combined with
fractional distillation
prohibition brings pedals deteroirating
like guning a falling accelerator
necessary for transportation
jet black chimney like soot
corpse flowers cant touch this
dominant essential oil that smells
so good and the fumes are comparable to
moroccan blue chamomile
frankensense and myrrh
musky scents at the pumps
all the while people stare parked on the curb
watching clocks run out of batteries
the prices are bouncing like economies
dont bring someone giving birth
itll spark pistins in a carcinogenic
twisted form of a blunt
volatility in unison with heat
20 million more barells for gasoline
925 million mouths to feed
horse race crawl
stock markets rise and fall like
pedals on the gasoline flower
crises of continental energy consumption
based on contents valued at lower or hotter
energies. descend like flattening tires
get higher in temperatures like a lit cigarette
dont throw it...raise your bloodpressure til
the gas prices go down
fiberglass insulation
scratch off more meals and persuation
from newspapers leaving holes
in the pieces connecting
long lines at cheap gas stations
overflowed and
exploding with all kinds of energy
itll take you back to the times when
.35 cents was high
compression ratios
dont make sense because
everything is so
dense like humidity
teratogenitically
regardless of terminology
maximum overdrive is a great metaphor
when cars and fuel become more valuable that people...
7 billion breaths alive that hardly speak
311 million mouths dividing these
20 million crude barrels for gasoline
the pumps wind like snakes
that hump loose and capless gas tanks
they all just wanna be closed
tight not flappy wappy
fixed with a certain price to budget
for economically living
wash away the money
divorced like banks from finances
bloody laundry
authors of savages
shallow trajectories like all the droplets
of originality unveiling energy solutions
into wildfires and tragedies
victims of sanity and mustered
up reactions to confusion
with
44 billion gallons of gasoline
68 million cars that need to feed
20 million more barells for gasoline
925 million mouths that need to eat
7 billion breaths alive that hardly speak
20 million crude barrels for gasoline
44 billion gallons of gasoline
iris normal [explicit]
===========
i remember the first time i saw you baby
through myself; i was just fuckin looking at you
with my iris normal..
and iris normal's one who looks out from talkboxes
glowing with glee and subconciously just flowing...
iris normal with her pupils dialectically and contradictionally
just speaking... i don't know me...
her staring shifts gears from nuetramagina
deus ex machina... eyes flicker down like buddhist-latin chants
appreciative of morally whacked and clouded hands
as iris normal looks up to see a television screen through a mirror
and a drug addict actress until she feels like go time is coming nearer
theres a skeletal kind of atmosphere
then she feels some devillish gouging claws scratching her soul away
slowly and can't breathe because...
she thinks the
flowing water
is slowly thawing and absorbing oxygen she's been breathing
as well as her mask of confidence thats been being unveiled as flawed and clawed up coattails...
she recollects while realizing
that when she was younger
she might've wanted to grow up too fast and be on t.v.
she can't get her mind out of the past...
but she does begin to fantasize in vast amounts
of traumatized and paranoid bouts inside thoughts
that affect her brain to open her tear ducts
in an attempt to let some out...
feels like a semblance of hollywood-
like mountains
pushing fresh air through all the pollution that's become
like a monetary forgery of good fucking morals flawed emotionally
spend them. life is linguistically there to touch the edges of worn out heels
and cursing pumps from iris normal, who feels sickned when she relives
the words coming out of her best friend's mouth who says
iris normal's finally overdosing
center self with fit, put on something
that shines and sparkles with this optimism of artful...like the woman she wanted to be
and is...
iris normal and her embryonic fibrovascular break down like a
fuckin glass of water...
flashbacks hit again and she saW the most strikingly similar hallucination
to a lifetime...victimized because of victims likened to cocaine
and apparent other normal hollywood stuff...
she sees herself getting knocked up and taking a plan b to cover up
the scent of a misspent life by flooding the box with other groceries...
like pimped out channeled nuerosis she hits up the crackhead on the corner
and coasts... "go time" is close...
iris normal wakes up crying and screaming
the irresponsibility and delusion
of the flashing t.v. just intruded through her poisoned privacy...
she realizes her eyes are bloodshot,
she's overdosing on cocaine,
and she hears a thud...
when the mirror lights up and turns into a television set...
she sees herself on the other side and cries...
i remember the first time i saw you baby
thru myself i was just fuckin lookin at you
with my iris normal
pointalism
==========
stray bullets shift jeeps
caught like a fishnets ceasing nature
ceasefire
ancient stories fall
asleep
we watch some wandering in wonder
the cannons, canyons and more machine gun fire
river euphyrates fly like a flock of cranes
with some radix fractionally devised representation in
rocks with momentum in bars and bullets and dots
fogging fear into a lack of resources like clothing strip'd bare
scattered like the wings and feathers of an dead wise old owl
and crushed craniums that never thought this would happen
social realism
flouresces like nile red
reverse polarized flow stains the hillsides out east
target the omnipresence of the golden calves instead of
the hierogylphs shish kabob'd like practical linear unrest
souls radiate then levitate
with lands turned to dust
ceasewater
then castigate with
some gigantic holocaust museum
of fire like irrigation turned fuel
and napalming...
inspire
bubbling up stonehengically to hegemonitize hypnotically
sideswiped lives in an electronic vortex tornadoing
broken ladders partial ropes and twitching wings
fumigate and draw the symbol of death in the form of a dove
blame the dead for "taking this world from eyes wide shut"
nervously flooding languages prodigal to armenian-kurdish genocides
relocating into the handiwork of leaders carved into living rocks
unmagical bars and dots and bullets thrust into the wicked eyes
of a sorcery building some brick wall on the front of a symbol
foreseeing annihilations of
innocence in numbers irrational like
fluids glued to sticky traces
of currencies and murderous riptides
with resources lacking
focus scatters
shadows moved like figures swarming through divine tragedies
with beautiful mythical women
jumping out of a window for freedom
its treason from the sidereal sky
conjure up this melting pot and pour it
molten ladel burn this world to storage
memories solidify like stories
punctured holes all pointalized and stormy
forecast
========
we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycling
hurling rain...
2 the beach down below
rippling out the tidal forces
from ixchel the mayan moon goddess...
aptly renamed georgia...
y el mundo esta lo mejor de todos las tiempos
nosotros ganamos para que gritamos
like blood types hissed and languages mixed
or forecasts...
none of which we can predict...
but the forecast says
television is a screen to phase out
and space out to mesospheric
dualistic preconcieved mental constructs
theres nothing to learn from
its based on clouds in the sky
which darken as it implies
botox your face to prevent disgracing
some made up idea about beauty
visible on the commercials following
this beast called the earth
we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycled
hurling rain...
that whirls uncontrollable pattern that swims
in fences and nets we should curl up like fetal
positioned babies
and avoid any endorphins
because plans are for casting
abortions like stones...
skip the stream on the computer screen
to look at some ghosts
filled with spinal cords
twisting around as more lightning bolts
spark the sounds of trees falling...
that keep sprawling all over the place
when stocks are falling
yet sterling with silvery prices
like automobiles thawing and screetching
through the slippery streets
where people are freezing
and rolling their windows down
to smell millionare vagrances
reaching every town across every continent
and the forecast says its gonna be a hot one
we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
and journalists are dying trying to profit
on pictures and dismembered human beings
cut up by sacrificial leaves organized
like a fall filled with things always rotting
the earth feels frozen yet the sun keeps burning
invasive eyes are numbing
and the solstices of a black hole have been mourning
the loss of control thats been sucked up and regurgitated
like intelligence based on mechanical yet
invisible animated
switches and characters that cause landslides down
near the melting glaciers
drink the water
or filter it and send it to some draught-ridden countries...
unless you can't think straight
we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycled
hurling rain...
beach down below mirrors the
the human conciousness
which gears all over the place
and a mine caves in
go seek some shelter...
called the world...
quicksanding and unpredictable
unpredictable like the wave of the warlock...
we fly through clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
of stormy hydrologically cycled
hurling rain...
beach down below
rips out the sides of the cliffs
near home owners association
dissing the world of plastic
salinizing like a deep sea fish
struggling to make it as
turkey in reef
get caught
wrapped up in the news and stuff
til we fly thru the clouds in the skies
darkened like a forecast
registration
============
tides and trees and blowing winds
glad to see the witnesses
anxious leaves just burst to fall
off the trees beside the walls
planted in sidewalks
decimals of drainage rocks
dug in a hole next to concrete
silhouettes from the quarter moons turning them into sounds
trees grow up and branches surround
registration lights of sound
from the unveiled source in the sky
lighten up around a christmas tree
cubicle units of numbers notched in buildings
beside the oxygenating photosynthesized trees on the outside
all powered by lights in the mathematically multiplied
shiny coats of leaves
stronger than the summer winds blowing the breeze
within neighborhoods and neighbors and friends
individuals and families individualized indivisible
speaking below the trees again
tied up in power lines
where life is registered by the universal seething power of
invincibility inconcievably skewed
and thru the doppler shifts are sonically captured truths
enlightening pieces and peace is relaxing in clues
alongside hundreds of children and elderly beings
hunched with people walking slowly flying out from what used to be a seed
its just the way life could be all grown up
gunning for success
dont trip on no guns
shrinking like unrest
tensions pinch into wisdom
hidden in trees from dying leaves
below the tree of life
and beside of the trees outside
are the homeless
marking scents like some dogs
bababark
falling from winter back into spring
bellowing back
comfort leaves from a preluminescent fall
or a winter breeze
systemic negativeness
coronal and sliding down like maturity
unfolding into dampened thoughts
across the wall from spectroscopically
resynchronized into orbit like
a satelitte periscope
lookin up from the world encased in water
and loosened by bipartisan shops
from the heavenly sights
that are fresh like watering thoughts
seeking truth
speaking like lights and trees
that grow cleansed by the lands
north and south
east and west
winding around
underneath a tree in oakland
a fibonaccian swirl
or the bronx from groundcovered freezing hibernative laws
of roots growing ready to register into sun
seasonally and annually naked and lost
or infrastructured simply without being crushed
like red pepper pieces falling outta secrets
for getting women naked with a breath of some thesis
in absorbing light
intentionally with the best wishes
passing thru the trembling thoughts and wavy streets
hand holding
hands holding hands holding
surrounding agriculture
from multicultural fountains
full of pennies forged from copper
and trees swaying in the wind
trees grow old
with everything
registration
lights to sound
tides and trees
and blowing winds
glad to see the witnesses
anxious leaves that burn to fall
off the trees inside the wall
triangular pinball
==================
blades communicate better than integrities
forged with metal...wielded like a spiral
a barbaric axe and canes hooked on the wall
beside a dilapidated frame of a former lawyer
turned dictator and human abuser all come crashing down
with the tons of gold and more lives that he stole
and never found...as he runs like diarreah alive
dehydrating into some iconic fishing town
after prohibiting free speech, liberties
and freedoms of thought, he asks a wounded
ex-soldier to bring him meat on a daily basis
so he wont get caught...
nato forces out cause...
mr. roughed up stalagmite
mr. tough like a parasite
slooping down on his empty world
disconnects disconnected and out of touch with the ghosts
dude gets all emotional when he looks at a photo
of his former self, swiping metals and more gold
while in kuwait where theres a scent of fear lingering
and screaming like subtle strong earthquakes
catching him uptight in a paradox
he looks back on his thrown away life
of mistrust...the lack of pride
grows into a stinky kind of rustic
dirt smell which might just metaphorize into karma...
afterall rumors say he killed the last persian lion
and stuffed it...
like a barell filled with toxic waste
he set oil wells on fire and stole more from kuwait
which affects global trade
before blaming it on the wrong countries
claiming them responsible for turmoil engulfed
problems on his own territory...
mr. roughed up stalagmite
mr. tough like a parasite
and his empire encased in atmospheric logical fallacies
based on populations existing naturally
when the clouds darken with water-hunting sunlight
the memories accumulate and he loses his concious
mind to insanity before he's found and tried
before his peers...
mr. melting carcass gets hung and stuck in limbo
suspending for millions of years he took away
in casualties that he seemed to oversee clearly
and the stories are so violent
more plots to dig up for cable yet
the internet sites flicker
like a triangular pinball machine
everybody gathers
who wants to see and possibly absorb
some sicko's screaming scours
and watch him hang...
trenches
========
imagine bones and birds in some holes
and torn down buildings
near imperialistic control centers
but spatters of blood like slime
are right beneath...
the rubble of chemical clouds touching the feet
creating some dark wormhole
to freeze then into now
and theres nowhere to go but down
in the trenches
where theres a huge war for power
preventing global consenus
trust becomes familiarly peculiar
and defenseless
across the atlantic
media telegraphs mimic
distant memoirs about
a larger than life scale slithering around
the whirlwind of mustard gas
tearing holes like a whaling ship from capt. ahab aground
on steroids and fear engulfs every world territory
while simultaneously producing the drago doctrine
to tense with the hardened muscles over a spectroscopic pond
watch mistakes in eco-politcal polices come around like espionage
mistrust triplicates from alleged accusations and dissipated
safe havens winding around blown out streets in a precursor
to the loss of lives and trees
mortar shells that morph bloodstreams into numerous types of disease
bear witness to the stoic world wars unleashed
that grabs the hemispheres by the neck
and wipes humanity off its feet
trenches with clouds of the chemical overtake the streets
casualties off the richtor scale and bloodsoaked soils
encompass battlefields distressed and needing an end to cracked helmets
from hard hearded imperial dictators and empires
hacking into innocent lives torn away from locked up ideas
of civil disobedience and resistance to supression
like the plethora of gas masks westward bound from the soviet union
crowned with edges of warfare laced and etched in blind following
immature ideas of mind controlling for the masses to die
choking in...
the trenches irrigated with blown out eardrums
its looks like lead and dead people are on the menu
as life through teargassed eyes synthesizes with
toxic compounds emitting before they flatline into cardiac arrest
26MM grenades liquify explosives and lethal fumes like turpinite
parasite like the ruthless whack job false idols
melting their egos down with mustard gas and skewed ideas of truth and honor
cause lachrymatory igniters cased in shells of fire to burn
worse than napalm before asphixiating the lungs of chlorinated human beings
engineer and massacre blood like the machining blister that irritates and consumes...
the ways of a backwards empire pours down like acid rain amongst so many
trenches with clouds of chemicals overrun the news
acute brochitis and gradual suffocation results in troops hesitation
and the calling for
epicenters ethnomasochistically flawed by lives unwound into death
keep gas masks near your crosses and hold your breaths
in hopes that god wont kill you yet because the utmost solemnity
and firmness of the world believes that flaws are all they can be
the waterfalls of armstice
watch fire decay...leaving teared up residue
ruining the riches of lands near the magnetic knees
of every battlefield networked and spiderwebed with pollutants chiseled into history
millions of ghosts revolve into static
weaponry in militaries becoming unpredictable
the claws of a chupacabra beast...living inside of
trenches with clouds of chemicals...
overtaking the streets
arrowhead
=========
beaming light so naturally
spin those roulette wheels
the grapes fall off the trelis
barrelling to ferment
treasure chests of ancient
rusting hands touch curses
pyramids are fluid
roaring irrigation
arrowheads of fortune
downed trees dig like shovels
infusion strikes like midnight
diffuse in sharpened foresight
the grapes fall off the trelis
barrelling to ferment
glow like starlight
arrowheads of fortune
rubber drugs & vietnam
======================
all those fists fury wielded by bruce lee
and kung fu cinematic movies
about some wars getting misconstructed
and misconstrewed from helping
a foreign country called allied
into another thing about power and resources
break like a coffin of glass near
the great wall of china
from a distancing past
with rubber drugs and vietnam
[drug addicts seeping up like shit smells vs fists of fury]
open the door to communication and parallel like sight inside of
therapeutic night vision to darkened shocks about globalization
past nixon whos not a crook like you think
grab the crook and flail and dig up artifacts like mummies
theres a selfdeafening hum of arguments coming from
all these different homes turning into debates
shouting out about invasion in wars like vietnam
to psyche out the prostitutes on
streets of socially uproaring boulevards reliving incantation
when lets get it on sails on radio winds from l.a. to new jersey
and west of houston like a flying saucer
iis comparable to illegal immigrants
misnamed as patrons of lawless thoughts in the battle of the lost
or the battle of los angeles, opposite of woodstock
where whirlwinds of wild muscles from the cycles of the sun
flow like jimi hendrix with a cherokee beat rhythmatically rhyming in
fears temporarily stratosphered into the sky
and horizontally shifted into ears and eyes and thoughts
but subconciously it lingers like the scapegoated magic rugs...
the hippies call them rubber drugs from vietnam
torn up by mental disease with numerous types of causes
non-psychoactively induced brainwashing spits out concious
laxatives or a street drug called l.s.d.
we wonder what happened to timothy leary
and ufos and panama reds and aculpolco golds stick
like thai pieces of purple sashes that are racially stereotyped
and rationed amongst the hills of oakland all the way out to
the lobster catchers in frozen parts of maine and the main mindset
freezing in the midwest is2 stay closed cuz open mindedness is
considered a gateway to get into all the hardcore drugs
that hook you up with thoughts like santa claus...until you're
breathing out like elvis beside of the golden toilet
the california dreams synchronize with class
while mortar stains layer layers of graves of unmarked soldiers look4
freedom with paranoia glazing the loss of sons and daughters all over
strayed away by venerial disease, and pcp, and no self control
drowning in currents and flowers dying bloomed into the world
on hippies stinky shoulders
opposite of vietnam where nearby simple scientists gather
and send over heroin to help people get to the here after
it crosses the seas in beams and waves and amounts never before seen
ingredients pulse thru and poison bodies until the bones
are almost straight up seen through skin and everything
like rubber bounces back into some coffin from a distancing past...
like all the rubber drugs and vietnam...
watch the fists of fury wielded by bruce lee
and kung fu cinema movies til a nuclear missile launching
permanently dehabilitates you
paranoia like strategy would ensue
aftershocking with outrage
brinksmanship
focuses subdue and shifted
into a bunch of useless baby boomer fools
astrological flattened like natal wheels
electroharmonically stomped sniffing peppermint patties
forget the veterans missing in action
theyre all skeletons that the beatles never heard of
colored apples become patents
with no one left to look up to
just all those rubber drugs and vietnam...
bouncing back thru a distancing past...
the rubber drugs and vietnam
komodo replica
==============
the saliva leaves its mark
after the first bites hit
fish and a road scaled with cars
the serpents with feet
filmed on a digital kiln farmed with solar electricity
A SAMURAI SWORD SLICING SECANTS out OF SEMISPHERICAL SPINAL CORDS
gets TANGLEd UP WITH A PIZZA BOX PLACEDON THEWALL
RIGHT BESIDE A POWER CORD WITH PRIMERCOATDPAINT
THE LITES GO OUT ON THE PLANE
THE BUILDINGS-R-SHAKIN BELOW
YAKUZA SHIFT THEIR YACHTS TOWARD TOKYO TREMBLING WITH THEWAVES
YA CRUSIN ABOVE THE SHIFTING DIVERGENT PLATES
ASH SPEWING INSIDE OF THIS TELEVISIONIC FAMILY
WITH WHALE WARS CROSSING CONTINENTAL BOUNDARY LINES
ITS BRILLIANT...
JUST LIKE THE SHATTERING NEON LIGHTS
and the respirators that are breathing in heavy rhythmic
gusts of electricity...
must channel the spiritual cleansing teachings of jeet kune do...
pushing up our muscles with every force we know
"we never thought we'd taste defeat..."
then a megamouth consumes the fishing fleet
alternating in currents of ac and dc or dragon
sticks and yin sticks pulsating chi electrocution
with rounded chinese or octagonical japanese nunchuka
that the blue sharks are honing in zones on
and swooping in on the packs of bloody tuna
viewable on the sony store's plasma screens
til the clocks on the wall stop ticking
the kitanas are falling off shelves
as the nintendo store bay area chapter focusses
on digitally enchanted
enhanced ways to induce mass amounts of finger strengths
and the robots start running away
like long liners of overfishers
amidst the characters depicted under the subtitled star wars cat
wondering where the chunk is my tuna treat
and the fear of getting hit with a heart attack by a hair drier
keeps lifting him back to the
limelights of exploited miniature lions
exploding like astrally projected halogen
laterns across the seas...
its brilliant its brilliant,
just like the shattering nuclear sirens...
from respirators that've breathed in heavy
rhythmatic overconcentrated gusts of technological electricity
honing in on the strange magnetic pulls of
the closed down toy store
where the plastics washing away...
like the falling drops of hydrologically induced acid rain
from overindustrialized planes of selfish egocentrism
blocking out chi
swinging around bows and bow-s before a tsunamical earthquake
and feeding frenzy from the media acolytes of monopolies
and drama-queen-crowned-conflicts mummified in toilet paper
glows with bright pink and gets comicalized on t.v....
slicing out secants of semi-spherical spinal cords...
getting tangled up like rotary phones placed on the wall
where weaponry used to exist as self-controlling farming tools
like sai-s of a triple pointed spade to filter roots and things
and now volcanoes are brewing out west...
the clothing store gets consumed by a set of school fish
wooshing around the plus size section with the fat lady that couldn't get outta the
dressing room
in time and her her vocals are screaming with weight
the clock on the wall has stopped ticking...
as radioactive sands and soils bargain for parts of a spotlight
slicing cosecants out of semiglobular parameciumated power cords
getting tangled up like a pizza crust shaped screens on drywall
glazed with primer coated paint...
the lights are out on the plane....
the currents of riptides were strong
as the radioactivity bonded with a doomsday clock
thawed into the soils surrounding dead plants and giant geese...
near the sea planes docking on shore...
after the samurai sword slicing secants out of semispherical spinal cords...
ennumerates profits into the media by airing a tsunami on the tv...
instead of spending a few million trying to prevent the spread of disease...
the lights went out on the plane...
tainted fresh
=============
cash registers scratch broken records
as they enter the demon
objectify the spirits lost
and necromance them romantically
into thoughtless disrespect for women
bake venerial disease into
lives lived ruined gone
tainted fresh
over nothing
in almost every country
the lives twirl through impossible feats
faster than one of rachmaninoff's hand's heart beats
as abspestos farmers oil their armors
and dress up like knights in shining armor
in europe...across to russia
down to brazil and back to estonia
and latvia...in colombia...
the seaside cities are plagued with more than
indica and sativa
the ground up concrete clouds
sniff and put violence back into clout
but "only in certain places"
like the prison-like complex
shut down by the fbi in texas
and up north in vancouver
i was walking one morning in amazement
at the freezing cold woman in her bikini
taking a picture to advertise herself for craigslist
seeking a false rep and later at night seeking a false rap
i walked down the street where i saw some half-crying woman
flaunting her watermelons like some diseased horny redeye
train...catching things faster than the words that came out of her teary eyes
i guess she found out that she got h i v; and she was yelling
who wants some? i know you want some disease
so i went back to my hotel room and checkd my email
only to get some fuckin spam 2support some sex slavery website ring
tainted fresh and brand new
in oakland on e14th
or international blvd
theres a wolfpack of tricksters
known as prostitutes
and the pimps lift them up
like fuckin no colored redi-whip cans
spray around fizzish physics
police used to have to focus on
busting those kinds of grips
barbie hooker stings tie strings
promote marriage rings
and the worst part was
most of them weren't even 18
and already strung out on crack
or methamphetamine and
and its like some shining fools platinum
lure alluding to immediate
luring in of a fishing town
spin her
and shoot down life with
shiny glocks like holograms
barely alive with no fear in high heels
punishing feet like some ancient
japanese emperor corrupt and practicing
bondage on feet
kind of like what the tortured streets
are becoming in the bigger scheme of things
tainted fresh
some foresight leads a youthful mind to dialate
dissect and theorize emptiness inside
back in2 reality like an expansion of cold darkness
hell is like being frozen and incapable of movement
like the pimps who think theyre so fuckin tough
when they can keep up a sweet calm front
til they rape women in the back room of a strip club
purely entertainment
without regard 2the community
where the parasites fuel the ground below and cellophane up thru the waste
in worlds and wings and soon we'll fly no more...cesspools alive
with pesticides or human leeches that sit beside the trenches
labelled barbed wire fences poking holes in the dermal layer of
defenseless education barely alive and sputtering
screetching tires puncture in holes like mold
with genital warts all for a mocking bird
buisness industrially rabid and fuckin huge...
tainted fresh.
pieces and pieces
=================
theres no such thing as stereotypes or superstitious
from both sides, theyre just pieces of a piece
of a subconscious safety net
consuming fear...
there's a centered atmosphere nearby like
thunder and lightning...and the pieces and pieces
are slowly rendering photoshopping some clouds in the sky
with flying discs...
where sunlight touches the tips of a feather...
like some future time
that lives longer than your soul...
or shotgun shells falling
we bury peace with the pieces that roll off the back of ammunition trucks...
in the worst parts of town... beside the houses like tidepools where
video games spiral through the tears of a future...
where peace fits like a glove and the joystick draws a scope...
with nightvision....
the cross in the middle is older than the first archaeological dig
and its the precursor to every directional finder...
it sprays like a shotty
the seeds germinate with the wind
and bullets see a lifetime when they reach aging fibers
breathing like a life form frozen in formadehydic jekyll sand...
opaque minerals
tougher than a glass piece of ramboard
rolled up and layered out across the galactical floor
etched out of hard hands and high heels
gripping and pulling triggers and patterning trigger phrases
triggering uplifting or depressive phases like
we bury peace with the pieces that roll off the backs of ammunition trucks
in the worst parts of town...
the bridge of hollowed out shells keeps the burned gunpowder angularly
directed like horizontal rain on the night of a harvest moon..
sonic enhancements of pops in the middle of the night
help everyone around achieve deep sleep if theyre alive
the psychological effect remains
cambolted like IKEA frames screwed up until metals been
warped into frustrating sighs...
or some kid in second grade hones in
on a natural born talent for locksmithing...
and winds up with a submachine gun out of a gun
safe...a penny out of a dollar
with power trenches and power trenching...
digging down and hovering over our coated radio towers to wisdom
and somewhere else i could be popping off rounds of a .22 caliber
until it jam'd and then bust out the r.p.g. or dual m-16s...
on the sides of an underwater submerssible and be like a submarine
made for shooting at dying coral reefs...
to put the pieces and pieces of things together
despite the weather and withering tides of superstitions in stereotypes...
there's no such thing as a solar cycle... its just a part of evaporations
in scientifc equations yielding global warmning; and the thawing delicious
heat sinking like fire can be cleaned up and captured...
pannelling the pieces and pieces of thousands of years filled
with useless theories foreseeing this existing fact that
humans know how important understanding is when it floats
slowly and swiftly
to seek some peace unattainable ...like a mass wormhole of radiation
from a coronal mass ejection from a solar cycle.
trends tide like pools made for swimming
and the puffy cotton balls in the sky fall down
into miniature smurfs
until they render off some kind of cooling atmosphere
even in stories from the bible, there's never been a mention of a solar cycle,
its just god's wrath pouring down like a sacrifice from the movie apocalypto...
and hearts are cutting out hearts like games in a tribunal...
its all cholesterol, baby...and there's no bigger picture.
there's no such thing as a solar cycle, its just a piece of a subconcious safety net
called global warming consuming fear...and there's a stable atmosphere nearby
because the earth isn't even alive... its more like a cute little whale
bringing eternal joy and happiness to all species of life...
that are washing ashore, decomposing, and simultaneously being discovered...
the axis in the middle is older than any cross and it rotates like a whirlwind of dust...
sucking up fragments and figments of unimaginative fragrances called trust
regarding the almighty omnipresent human species plagued by what extremists call lust...
we bury climates like we change clothes and we put a logo on every crisis
so that the solar cycles pushing our world into rotation won't blush too much
there's no such thing as a solar cycle, its just a piece of stereotypes or superstition...
civil disintegration
====================
sets of lashes
the tough love whips you
use the softest force
and rot in hell
sadoethnists
masochistically bond you
the braveless fire
spreads thru the fields
run with power
jump into a well
to try and escape
run down the hill
with the calouses
bottoming your shaking legs
and hate feel callous
drinking fountain lashes
the devil has a matchless color
crossing cities like white light
what tribe is it you're from?
what continent are you on?
the melanin gunpowder
smells like violence
sparking memories
like when spears
sailed on winds
or shaka zulu
shocked with
face paint
and made it back home again
respected and skilled
like the original
african martial
artists
separated, segregated
migrate like a taser beam
"now back up or ill shoot you
in the knee" and read some parchment
written in blood
when they leave the congregation
linen's leave like tobacco plantations
or cotton fields where distractions
like carry the large tree around
and dig a grave for your uncle
absorb soils like sugar canes
dont cry when you get a mouthful
of dirt shoved into you...
cattle parallel
to the barbed wired fences
flies buzz like rumors
dissolving about a fall
or crawl across some vacant street
like coldest death from the bluest eye
now they know
and the eyes are looking down
like words set in stone
and stones thrown by jim crow laws
foundations of civil disintegrations...
use and sew
rape and row
knot you up like
gyroscope
hung on a tree
laugh at the way
your knees shake
violently
cloaked with
blood stained
sheets
cover you with heroin
just like the hands
engraving charcoals
that shock eyes
and trance ghosts
into an adrenaline rush
rewinding reflections
like starvations
see error alone
not just some one-legged athletes
join the military
they'll put you in the front
and play genocide
or build some river outta mud
and waddle
speaking snakes
talking about fields
rivers and angels
statuatory stains
infusing aparheid
down this bellowing windpipe
bred for crime
til it drowns
and the parts fly and shatter
such a prayerful sky into
education lacking from
all the powerful minds
just scour at the drinking gourd
you know the way flesh feels
squashed
its a big dipper...
secrets known like
sonatas in worlds of
civil disintegration
covering a moonlight
with war crimes
and conspiracists
threaten your family
jump into a well and
try to escape calloused
with the darkest feelings
shaking legs
when hate feels callous
jellyfishies
============
while doctors negotiate salaries with nanotechnology in mind
jade swords poke up from the syringes of the ocean floors
with venom as cryptographically enlightening as blood spilled
out of a mole, espionaged like a stinging jellyfishy... caught up
in a fishing net...
europe goes pop
the arrowhead made of quartz flops like the white shores
of the cliffs of dover that collapse eventually like those
geologically bound by corrosion and sirens wail
while doctors insert syringes of botox into the fatally flawed
lips of liposucked fronts that used to be living and breathing people
the jade swords sharply slice the corals...
moving like jellyfishies...
swimming all around me
childlike and bent on the idea of being old like mommy and daddy
all caught up in the fishnets of triple x pornography
which causes intestinal tracks to leave the body's sense of awareness
in reality... and the synchronicity gracefully floats and pushes
under the moon
whos been crazed into lunacy
and questions of supressions are stung into infections
on commercials where thin starving innocence
is fatally promoted to charitize figments of percentages
like the nanotechnology from god seen in a jellyfish's spurs
and the jade swords crumble into stinging pain
from the boxes of the doctor's tool chest
cleaned and washed like antiseptical profit
in plain sight, its such a gracefully revised vision
of capitalism meshed together with knowledge and wisdom
that children need more than just some signs on a beach
that they can't even read...
toward the toothbrush and brush your teeth
the ugly side of humanity rears its head and sinks its spurs
instead of sinking back toward the convergent earth
while the doctors grumble about a seven figure salary
being cut into a normal portion of money...
jellyfishies swimming all around me...
jellyfishes swimming all around greed...
jellyfishies swimming all around me...
jellyfishes swimming all around greed...
operation [black hawks]
=======================
like lightning striking down
there's something alive
blind just shelters these
mh-60 black hawks with their infrared senseless
whimsically wrapped around the senses
of grim scents of death lurking
theres belgian malinosis named cairo
after the city which comes from a shepard breed of dogs
sharper than most, and undeniably loyal
to governments of peaceful movements
spaced out from afghanistan in a straightshot
operation neptune spear to pakistan
under the direction of the best american president
who confidently watches troops land in a walled off
makeshift media complex with a war monger
full of fearful consequences
according the new yorker its a moonless night
and the moonlets satelitte and shine
with night vision and a secret service dog
thats also a friend with benefits
from its tapetum lucidium and 23 team six
navy seals from operations highly classifed
concealed only within metaphors of sharp eagle talons
over distant memories of two towers...
senses and black hawks
like lightning striking down
look up from the sky
the 11 oclock hour strikes as the month of may breaks free
with a devgru channeling some spectrum of tools
specifically labelled as a developmental set of gurus
created to connect spiritually with whats happening
as the fearless beads of an amulet watched over by
vice president joe biden bear witness
a 5.56 MM bullet says hello to a struggling chest
and then its squamosal suture which grows a new vein
out through the coronal suture until the six foot four
figure finds sanctuary in a body bag...again
while plastic bags gather evidence that wants
to materialize 5 hours after the prayers of sealed up
plastics contained and contaminating plans like human treason
and unnatural disasters...
find solutions inside intelligence and answers
as a cia agent steps on the tarmac far away
from actively illuminated human deemed no longer conscious
around 3AM...heading off to bagram for a burial at sea...
senses and black hawks
like lightning striking down
look into the sky
legends
=======
black legends
white legends
heavens and earth
stay tensed like a double edged sword
tusks of a warthog and fossilized native americans
triplicate in feelings of bloods sweat fears and burns
from be4 the judgements made after the spanish inquision
if thats what is genocide is termed
with judgment outside a dried pool
in a pyramid chichenitza
ancient astronomy is a figure of speech and
the days unfold like sound waves, but cyclical
north like the tomahawks out east
mitochondrial
cells scale
into diseased balding feathers
of a molten quetzalcoatl
the rounded triangles rotate and pixelate
into arrowheads of quartz or pyramids symbiotic with power
shot into the armors from the armadas of conquistadores
purified with bacterial flaws
burn shelter
drop bodies and codices are lost
without traces or sights of sacrifice
cut up a heart...
western shores key largo first
distort already imprinted minds
fuel is fear and native blood is sweat
considered a form of godgiven fate
watch the families moan
like influential pieces put on
an influenza
plate
theres nothing to understand
or know about invading a territory
just legends
cracked heavens
savagely...
like falling volcanos
watch them all crawl
swords and thrones
the molten lava flow
bring over horses with fleas
and canines diseased
as soon as they reach the shore
pyramid schemes and rounded triangles
in legends
put up a front
sweet sweet benevolent conquistadores
montezuma was so happy when you reached the shores
and took over mexico city
reflective like the shinest sword
stabbed by a white lie
its a pleasure to give up the gold
and el dorado is just north you know
genocidal whacked legends
faces masked like fraud
first hand accounts say
that of course,
when the spanish came
it was like a conglomerate bank account
with predefined symptoms
of unrelenting control
craniums wind up buried
diaries end up burned
women and children are raped
with burning riddles
and knocked out questions
black legends
white legends
heavens and earth
stay tensed like a double edged sword
bank$
=====
something else
goes bankrupt
you know you're
too big to fail
atm machines spit out cash
gotta keep the streets clean
whiplash effects
anuerysm ridden old folks homes
speaking with tongues
drooling like taser gun victims
dragonslayering
like firey ammunition
flaring red sparks in love
with overdraft fees
credit card companies recruit these
kids fresh outta grade school
and someone else
says nothing helps
everyone else is healthy
like the bbw aka big breasted woman
roll thumping in her
killer whale spirit
entrancement
occupy members
all dance around
it...
theyre fantasizing about
holding bricks of gold
like babies wearing silky white
bath robes...
walking down the street in unison
until they pass the walled off
wall street district and
end up in the quote unquote
bad parts of town
something else
goes bankrupt
you know you're
too big to fail
the suits and ties
overwhelming businesspeoples
of all types so sustainable
for life in living out
systematically important
financially institutionalized
pills of viagra
to capsize for
3 million dollar trips
to vegas
its a spiritual retreat
bam
gotta spice up things
like emeril lagassi
cayenne pepper the pasta
and fall inside these
wells of fargo
hit up the wood chipper
happy like a british
olive or twist
and shout
chaotic like spots
on a cow tipping over
while eyes from rupert murdoch
check out tipper gore
and think about spending
4 million more to try and get her into porno
its global warming
desert eagles and play time for the balding
suits and ties
buying and selling
red leathers and yellow leathers
of stalling bank accounts
stalking around
houses in mortgage
missing checks
and foreclosed in
holographic thoughts
the speculative costs
mimic high risk losses of cotton linens
and strains of gohnerrea for those
into bay area living
treble in megaphones
whistles and subdues
pigeons walking
pigeon toed
rock doves start molting
in joys and crumbs
superstrained
until their savior is born
millions for trillions
dollars are bored
from being spend
social security gets all bent outta shape
and republicans and democrats just blame
it on domestic terrorism or i r a's
revenueing and canoeing down
the great lakes like
before the stock markets fell
way back in the days
its like watching people getting bailed out from prison
contextualized in convecting wastes whos fumes lift
and spout and spit and gouge
out eyeballs with tears
tear gas stenches are near...
something else
goes bankrupt
you know you're
too big to fail
===============
the clocks are ticking
and unwinding
with pollants affecting foul truths
trowelled like shadows in masonry
masked in green emerald plates
shattering feelings and kinesthetic
reelings fishing in a dead ocean
growing and glowing like asteroid
tails to sharpen and mirror reefs
spawning plastic islands
from thinkers out to ink some
luminescent tattoos
into the world of gloomy
hollow graphic thoughts
the clocks unwinding
clocks are ticking
alcoholism resurfaces into no
tension drying out muscles
use a sponge from the oceans
hurricanes pour in like
restructured mindsets
in terrorism diminished
the scars catch fire
and light this
concious peaceful anything
but a heaven
with clouds dissolved
and curseless sticks
breaking like a bath salt
dissolving into some peace vault
rungs on a ladder
pummeling closed
the fogs hover over us and grow
like clocks unwinding
in volcanoscapes
the clock been ticking
and unwinding
in volcanoscapes...
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