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HALFALIVE
40
GATEWAYS
SECONDS IN2 HOURS
HIPPIE WITH A SATCHEL
BALLPOINT PENS
CONTEMPLATION
MACHINE
ISIS FIRE
MINERAL
RIPTIDES
OVERPOPULATION
GOD RITUALS
SIGHT
TALKBOX
CINDER BLOCK
SLEEP WALKING
VISCOSITY
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with hydraullic pumps as a foundation
bipolar humps in need of shaving
you tell the truth...
it hovers over you just like a flying saucer
a halo encircled in time
floating above and beside all the spirits of time
puffed and passed like sounds above a smoking barrell
next to airlplanes where people look out the windows with shut down minds
AND ALL THEse HIPPIES with THEIR SATCHELS
are becoming the YUPPIES that are fearful
rolling around oxygentanks and floating with walks on the sides
notinhaling gas 2get high
but about the nitrous oxide
there needs to be more sideshow activity
DRIFTING perfecting donuts AND TWIRALLEL PARKING
with chicks and bitches howling like an asphault portion of the
concrete key's screetch baby booming
we seek to believe in the half life as the streets fill our minds
mother natures running out of time
since the1970s a debt crisis of nectar
a rubber tire tornoff its spinning rim
melted-down and our path to god is tangled up in
webs and fly-traps and batteries inside
a remote control 2 wander your mind below
FLASHING HEAT SENSORed SCREENS ON THE CEILING OF A CANOPY
CONNECTED BY PITSTOPS AND CLUBS
WITH FOG MACHINES SIFTING THE FLOOR and strangling greed for love
but you tell the truth
you dont need to see reality and
theres no such thing as a forest inside
such a televisionic light
where the hollywood falls off your face
as your head just all of the sudden rolls away like that wife of henry the 8th
who had her head chopped off at holyrood castle
and the division severed a section of the holy king's empire
you tell the truth, like the
spiderweb floating round, bringing all these saucers to ground
2enchant the masses with shit like hungry-hungry hippos...
wheres that keyhole to light
when youre straight up staring at life?
...from an outsiders perspective
who tells the truth
and then flips around and decieves everything alive
and spits on both the day and the night
wrapping life like swaddling feet
trying to grasp and grip and grab everything...
you fuckin shopping cart
you tell the truth
theres no such thing as soul in your metal-caged-world
and if you dont need to breathe life
stay on the holes from the floor...
yeah go study yourself on tv
and laugh at the way you live vicariously
like a fuckin bitch on a leash
passing by a motherfuckin alpha king
called nature exploding into sky
theres never been any need to complain or cry
when your halo egos been hurt...just remember,
bitch, youre blind and hallucinating the entire fuckin world
YOU TELL THE TRUTH...
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it lusters like black gold that shines through the purple and yellow cars
with the irridescent blues...
you can kinda see str8 thru it as the floors move your feet in the shadows
where the flames doused the fires with no passion
when in passing the glow of this aura kinda captures whats been catching
an aluminum sculpted framed up world on a wallbed with neon lights
bolted to the floor with comfort and sunburned into your skin as the toes curl
and the bottles drop...when you see yourself thru your own eyes
like a forty into 3/16ths
and measured lifespan full of cravings
that've all been dried up yet the flow is
like a concrete key's
dream turned and awakened
when dreams will awaken
rising out of the fog and flowing out from the sky with the phoenix
the birds form a sheet of glass and flow like kites in a synchronized wind
rock doves swooped up and down near the fire escapes
these flights of stairs...
spiraling down with welded ferrous metal beams layering the air
when emotions sway rich in organic oils with no patina or coatings...
the lava is gold and coated with teaspoons of rhodium
mirroring the artificial lake over the juices of some landfill...
surrounded by the concrete keys
crumbling to lock forever
looking at the chains and links broken from when the dream is awakened
or the forty guzzled into 3/16ths
glazed like glass in a shower door
descending the monochromatic bitch
named i love lucy into technicolor architectural plates
for the butterfly paint that sharpens the walls and the floor
adjust the joints allign the joists
with an impact screwdriver
next to slices of orange in a russian snowstorm
just bathe in the moonlight
with a genie ghost riding
in the lands of the midnight suns
across the world with spirits and vengence
that spearhead the trenches
all caved in
with charcoalled deer drawn
like lamps inside of caves
with all the bats
tunneling thru the venus fly traps
creeped the fuck out by vaccum domain lights
that tornado old shit into fake as fuck
worms around some real dimensional holographical stuff
that lusters like an irridescent blue street
guzzling a 40 into 3/16ths
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consciously catch the dreams that fit you
hardened like the metal catches and locks
intense like words that dont bend minds or even express
pent up barrelled frustrations with humanity
reshape them into restructured energy
like windmills of water dreaming through dammed up
gaseous influxes of auroboros in consciousness
like mirroring reefs swaying
streetlit overwater struggling dreamscapes
like chain nets kinesthetically reeled into basketball hoops
or soft like pillowed moments shining
when an overreactive mind goes inrelaxed into cushioning
ethereal lifestyles and spiritually connecting things like strobe light flashes
and the moon's coronas sewing the spindles of timework like a seamless fit
of dreamscapes empathetically encased into streetlit
holographic representations of the retinal direxnal optical correxnal views
of conciousness
gravitationally yielding pressures of light in enlightening waves
of serpents flying outside of allegorical caves
instead of staring at some oracle on a mountain
to make their days...
conciousness breaks thru skies and waves away...
inside of spirits and laser sights set on tequilla
are magic carpet rides with waves of hops inside
dark brewed racer 5s and sonically winding
laughters reaching the sky
waves of hops inside maui's finest fire rocks
or ocean surrounded nights...
cleansing like a cat's cradle
or city stabilizing focus so electric you hear
shrieking copper wires condensing like microphones
inside buildings and mirrors of stairways in nearer
dimensional shifts like conciousness...
from retinal directional optical correctional views
reaching your fuckin heart chakra
set like a monthly full moon or spring and summer solstice
detecting feelings thru karma... reflective of real light
and breaths of dharma - fuck invisible friction from the frankensteins of martians
make it pass right thru you
rejecting the subjective thoughts directly linked to incentives
projecting harmonies
with all the physical talks happening
they're all just waves and light
or observations of microscopic molecules
reflective of telescopic clusters eaten up
like breakfast cereals in terms of meanings
and feelings about conciousness
like a set of pacific coast piers
all frozen on a harbored starboard wooden frame
which the stratospheric sky mirrors
synthesized to the kundalini clutching twitches
in dry breezes to cool off insects sticking on concrete
or walls...in worlds
like time layers and time lapses surrendering
ocean breezes falling and filtering the future
like hadookins.. or a glass of something wise
with waves of hops inside jetstreams thrust
all the way to a holy mount zion's gateway
to see force magnetically thrust into years that go by...
and recycle like trains abandoned trax and coronas from a brilliant moon
if you're drunk you feel it pushing and pulling you
side2side like calendar pages locked up inside
some metaphorical platinum cages on a see saw of dust vanishing in light
what we see breaks down
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shrieking faces of fading wrinkled cells that weaken the source daily
watch the light unveil into what had been written inside of wrists
like weakened placental nights placed inside of scapegoatish blames
beams pulsing into a sifted mental overcast sky spitting venom like a cobra
so powerful it takes your motherfuckin soul and your aura
rising up from graves with turned seconds into hours
burned into urns playing xbox like gears of a clock
craving more time cyclically aware and awakened
into thoughts
turning more seconds into hours
with circles globes and cradles
inside the holy grail
eyeing your skeleton
it works with the time
all of your blame
everytime
in circled psychotic cradles
a biorhythmic sensual kind of holy tribal beat
synchronizes skin into the senses of walking deep sleep
hitting up those spots with telepathically shrunk shrines
spectroscopically mirroring
all of your blame outside the holy grail
inside your skeleton
as it clouds into a time capsule
swallowed like fights and more lights
that shine on domestically abused types
of multiple wives found on the harmonically bound to discord
fumes that rise up out of the grave that used to encompass you
with your circles globes and cradles
inside some skeleton
with your circles globes and cradles
the fuckin holy grail
lies in your skeleton
there's no one to blame
all of your time
in circled psychotic cradles
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x plus xy
xyz, do you see
s e e?
everything is dictated by me from a sexist point of distorted historical views
that blows up some bigass picture of me in black and white that kills all the colors alive...
and what i know is my egocentrism is bigger than your ethnocentrism...
in a cultural collision that changes our time into my time to dictate...
as hypocritical as my projector seems, i'm really just a lost hippie with a satchel
full of degrees..i cant see past me
its all about unity yet i can't see past me...
and though i live in the past, one day i purchased a navajo basket
like a present from the sun god beating the shit out of a young spiritual
hippie with a satchel...
when the reaction dissipated, i restructured my defenses...
like a davy jones autograph...
breathing in some fresh air...
then i walked back to berkeley...
with my hippie in my satchel...
in a himalayan town called darjeeling
i wandered up to a buddhist temple
after i smoked a bunch of hashish
with my sister martha
when im without food or money
i like to meditate and stay hungry
it clears my fuckin thoughts
i stood outside of the gate
with some notion of living in a cave
for 10 years thrown away
and the buddhist gatekeeper walked up to me
i said "hey! i'm a hippie with a satchel...
i don't need food, just enlightenment
don't need a healthy schema or things,
i just need to communicate unclearly...
and use sign language...amongst other things like
hitchiking and striving
for some fuckin center of enlightened
i spend my whole life believing in reincarnation
and breathing through an hourglass like
xerox machines to structure my defenses...
and cataclysms dont haunt me..."
dude ran the fuck away from me to ring a bell
i thought about weaving some peace sign blanket
xeroxed dead dreams bring me sexy hippie angels
that i set aside after a walk back from berkeley
grasshopping with my oracle inside of me, the hippie with the satchel....
with x-ray visions that melt your brains, bones, meat, and marrow
and there's no discussion about anything except
my egocentrism thats bigger than your ethnocentrism
unless you respect my distorted historical set of paleolithical views
that stamp out some bigass picture of me in black and white
like bows and arrows in egocentric kinds of phrases that switch
that switch to alternating current in electromagnetic waves with low amperage like
all the colors alive and my egocentrism is bigger than your ethnocentrism;
twirling around a dry erase board like a DNA helix in sequence..
with weak genetics except i'd rather see my life like its...
its some kind of hopi sequence
with red, blue, white, yellow, and more corn to structure my defenses...
xeroxed dead dreams
xerox machines
and xeroxed dead trees
should be bindered up like protests when
there's no discussion because we're sliding thru a sky like a star full of snow
a hippie with a satchel...
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dont even know if ill see you again but i want you to know
i wish you were more intelligent and balanced like those...
ballpoint pens that click and write...and there's at least two kinds that work right
and songs are kind of becoming like dolphins washing ashore
scattered around like the ways before and i keep trying to place
the meaning of that inside of what i want you to know
sometimes i wish i would never see you again...
just want you to know..
you weigh like minutes and i need to take those back
and i wish that words were as simple as that..
or like dolphins again in general, swimming with different pods...
and cool as fuck as they are..like eyes are kind of similar, but they're all different
like genetic flaws & stuff... or packs of vixens that non-millionaires
always end up writing music about-always hustling unconciously and bitching
but i guess that's ignored... and you've grown
used to some form of ground caving in with such a changing world...
so you gotta rush your communicative skills and fuck shit up...
i don't regret sending the message that
you're str8 up stupid as fuck to try and keep a crazy bitch front up
its like someone who's running inside themselves in circles with scissors
and only some people like me
seem to realize it but at the same time
im sorry i couldn't buy you something like a nourishing meal to eat...before playtime
i just saw through your fuckin front and vomitting eyes and maybe you need to keep it up
although its smaller than my wallet size but it could be worse.
you always come first...anyways, everything is happening so quickly,
and if i wont ever see you again, i want you to know
just keep on acting intelligent and balance that world
because you need to try and fuckin forget about me, im bored of the same old
fake ass rounds of wobbling friends with the same amounts of selfcontrol
therein found in some snake's body without its fuckin head...
so lets change focus back to you instead...
i bet youre tryin to have fun and
not to make you sound the slightest bit obsessed
but i heard you were trying to fuck up my rep...again
based on your delusions and i cant help but feel sick
i know what you've been doing since the last time we spoke
dont know what you did last summer and dont care either
and i guess you would rather stalk so i'm glad it stayed and sunk as a friendship..
its been a while since youve seen me and yeah, just want you to know
sometimes i want you to speak to me
imbalanced like those
violent and ego trippin fools,
and its almost inspiring me to see past the conflicts
and bullshit that lasted way back when...
you got fucked up staring at my picture then created a bunch of them
and tried to bust out wiccan witchcraft like the immature
litte fuckin bitch you've been...your whole fuckin lifetime
wait a minute though, you don't like being told...
and you still wanna throw down the world outside
instead of reconstructing your real self inside
but, you're not mental tho, just
like a fuckin ballpoint pen gutted out
in essence
and its tough to say this but about this world
you should get the fuck out
so if i never see you again
i need you to know
people like you wanna control everything
and fucked up the world...
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burn...fly
bouncy bouncies
she's got those high beams on
my hydraullic shocks
watch that emotion drop
whatevers piercing through
its got my eye on you
go put your make up on
i see you say boo yah
fly...
fill you with gasoline
gonna keep your engine clean
give you an oil change
take all your aches and pains
burn
feel you with gasoline
gonna keep your engine clean
give you an oil change
burn...fly
i hear you thinkin' just like the tides
and the waves the sun moves away
as your body glistens with the water
and the tides twist and turn...
turn...fly...
its heavier than lead and swinging whips like a torpedo
hear thru the dollar bills, you know how it feels
sometimes this whole world seems so bitter...
watch the contrails in the sky they say that shorty looks fly
past the wind that's hypnotizing me, this shorty looks fly...
where what you know gets lost
theres no such thing as love
in all the days of all those prophecies...
go look up and down and the city streets
when one day, she contemplates
every night wasn't right
"notice these",
those don't diss me
everyday, contemplate
how2 find a way thru the week
till' one day curves around
when everything hits the ground
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experience the
power of green lanterns with the awestruck
spectacular women
sorcerers supreme stranger than the sulfur from a stream
of molten, burrowed prefelsic rocks
next to metamorfic mafic flocks of bird shaped stones
baked not fried... torn out of the godwork from the sky
tracing out the body shapes
shading out the nights
dreaming like the sun
in heavens every night
while the moonlight
dims the blazing
souls of awkward
trends like fading
clearscapes from the moon
in astral flooding lights
eyes like lasers
scanning energy
some underwater
propulsion machine
vocalize like electric tangents
drinking inside a potion tavern
fall asleep like peaceful
starfish
past the dreams from
empires fading
some kind of shipwreck
a modern day pythagorean
lunges across the way
opening the door
a backdraft tazes me
electrocute my nerves
find a way to leap up
flip out to the floor
the scotch whiskey implores me
to switch to rum and coke...
and cradle who you were
cater to what could be
cradling the timework
lost inside of these
traces of your body shape
shading into night
flowing like a stream
and astral flooding lights
while the moonlight
stalks and preys in
pick up my old self and crush it into stars
modern day pythagorean...
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the graphite table making melting metals rides along lines of jewelry...
go wear out those useless thoughts
and her eyes burn like hot
the flames that atmosphere the sun darken into her corneas
shes got that isis fire on her upper wings and upper legs
as hot as the morning sun on an innocent day that flies
around and across the mesosphere to wear out those useless thoughts
embracing fire she stands above the orphaned hands
without a dove and the bag she holds is stronger than a mythical
folklore about love...
you know, while ascending thru the tombs of shattered seeds
sprouted up past papyrus into modern greens of cotton linen
she speaks with the softest tongue
sometimes the star trek bun on her hair looks like the world
has won a human heiress to the moonlit lands that sparked the sun...
the isis fire brings the hopeless back from the glassy emeralds and sapphire
encased in rhodium plates like earrings in place across from her eyes
there would be a hemispherical conflict if cleopatra was still alive
the silky breast coverings stablize and bounce and bounce in flames
wear out those useless thoughts
hair as dark as the absorbing light with starful spectacles
and follicles of hair that shine bright like keepers of mysteries
shutting the door to all the evil by staying chilled out spiritually
stealthily and moving away strengthfully like powers of connecting
self lining up chakral eyes filled with wealth
moving her breasts in unison
according to the ancient ties of language,
primitively firey is what we'd call them
and bras are useless thoughts
when friction forms, she curses with thorns in the forms of shifting holy lands
that taunt...and if you fuck with her in any shape at all, youll feel a fuckin
scorpion sting from a goddess...up thru the spinal columns realligning into
mentally unstable fantastical opposites of the thoughts clicking in her head
reflective of the fortress of wildlife moving across some street
instead of wearing out some youthless flaws
huh...
isis fire is hotter than hot and people aspire to kiss the hand of
the molten table making jewelry out of gold on graphite
wear whatever you want
spread those youthful wings
the pharamones glisten like boots
from a perfect ten photoshoot
or the freshest tree
dealing cards daily turning into shuffling
things filling voids to upswing frowns
everyday...those useless thoughts
linger up or down and around
wear whatever you want...
oooh...
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minerals bust up air like a wrecking ball
asleep and dreaming through the wicked tears and tears of reality
with strectched out muscles like some pale wheel-barrel machete-wielding pop villian
with a crook and smile torturing the mixing board
of mice fed to the metaphorical cobra
and allegorical phobia found in the pharmaceutical industry
where kumadin is rat poison...health clogs up lives
labelled with warnings and warmings like use of this product may cause nausea...
loss of conciousness, yellowed eyes, green luminescent moths flying like a
subconcious depressive loss of hearing... which in turn dries out your mouth
and your muscles start fearing unrelaxed moments and simultaneously adhering
curses to a natural body that in turn causes...loss of earing...
traumatical confrontations resultive in loss of eyesight or
hallucinations of talking elephants that wanna sit on you until
you clear out your breathing capacities and
tragic consequences yielding pharmaceutical pay checks...
to graze on more commercials that show braindead peaceful people...
strutting along the sides of beaches...talking to the golden eagles
near the ravenous crows that don't even normally prey or live there...
where the respiratory system might collapse
as your nervous system twitches like everyone else
thats latched on to this abstract form of self-interned termed
"natural mineral water"
as the minerals bust up air...
the other side of the spectrum is relentlessly
hopeful for natural remedies of protagonistic
chokehold on society's flaws as they enter
human atmosphere...its that one there
the peppermint tea or echianecka (its echianeesha!!)
to strengthen these white blood cells
and red blood cells with vitamin c
to keep every blood blue
as paradoxically as that may sound to you
or the grey streets
where people streak on football fields
or behind a secretary of state in hawaii
the natural mineral water
bubbles up like stress tying knots
over a bag full of mamba snakes
colored green the kings and queens
of the trees
the diamond shaped heads
stay still....
as the natural mineral water
bubbles up into a hot spring
bouncing like the wind
gone with the tides
past prehistoric times
into tropical breezes
as the the troposphere freezes
like liquid nitrogen
to burn off boils
or healthy coverage
in the memory of moles
bandaging up a broken bone
with calcium
so deficiency is dethroned
and a crown of hair fills the head
instead of some baseball cap
twisting up your roots
like wormwood or bud light
with alkaseltzer the next day
to kill off parasitic tapeworms
affecting you
cutting off the holy nutrients
that planet earth brings to use
you like a cross over
from allen iverson's
entire career
much like balsamic vinegar
to nuetralize fear
of medicines from the ground
like tobacco and that sound
that rick james makes famous
or ron paul advocated to save us
the natural mineral water
with chickens eggs and protein
regulating blood streams
when eyes light up like bug lights
radioactively enticed
to eat more carrots,
you know you care... when
you're healthier than wrath or stress
and not afraid to take a bath
every once in a while with some dead sea salts
or jasmine oils to keep down boils
or spit out pollution,
from the wings of osirian solutions...
or imhotep who drinks the natural mineral water
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foundaries of forged riptides
chilled out spiritually
with the chakras open and under attack as
a parallel dimension climb'd up your back
your racks vibrate with something to learn from
moving the stars above your teary eyes
and i sigh and snicker like a candy bar burned from far away
with nuts and chakras flickering like cross dimensional
pivoting...wind with blends of smooth feeling compatibilities
giving my chakras eyes and opening yours
out of the pyschic that inspired yourself physically
inputs a vision of purity
cleansing a still and self-redemptive peacefulness
much like enlightenment
that happens when one gives one's chakras eyes
because they all fly when alligned with things
and light up into swiveling swooshes of everything
in sight and light
and hymns and timber
all chopped up and strewn out inside
some hazy clouds fogging up eyes
like a fuckin' rainforest
and gibbon's monkeys climb
fences like foundaries of forged riptides
when its given that proofs calculate time
therefore its logical that one should communicate
give your chakras eyes
know that youre alive
give your chakras eyes
the foundaries of forged riptides
everlasting like some ocean
with sights and smells of interest
embedded in ingredients not listed
and brands and bags consisting
of 20% unconnected fibers of strands
reconnective like tissue
with drives and gains that
frequent what people can do
amongst riptides forged like iron
sewer caps and peanut galleries
all rolling back and forth
just to fall down
and get sucked out
by the whirlpools
that exclude you
unless you give your chakras eyes...
gateways and locked doors
fake strength or truth that doesn't hurt
but grows like wisdom
and recovers like something true after a fuckin schism
wisdom and awareness...something strong
even though people try and tear this
transparent cloak hit by words from a fuckin clock
with exclamation points instead of asteriks
naturally find it
and periods instead of colonics
inside foundaries of forged riptides
so fucking hard...
pass on through the skies
give your chakras eyes
nothing natural needs to be neutralized
and something spiritual starts to materialize
the riptides capped up by old fears
steering the starboard side
down to sunken ships
of your entire human atmosphere...
until you see the shadow of your souls...
wrapped up in silence and peaceful
with obliterating results
against some foundary of ignorance
bent like a gravitationally skewed
hammerhead spine...then turned into
the holiest light...
filtered through the chakras that....
know that youre alive
give your chakras eyes...
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stumble in and stumbling around
stare up into the zenith until it falls
watch the mineral baths gravitate toward you
as you climb up your walls
your vertical maze
where atmospheric tail beams dreaming in spot
shapeshift in thru the trances of delusional thoughts
stumbling and stumbling across
around the hill until the tanks been lost
fueled into deformities abnormalties and the hints of influenza
as nuerologically anonymous snakes are slithering through
100 ounces of silved melted down to mirror every day
where shapes and senses of infrared creations are all placed on display
slithering and slithering and slithering around
coasting down the hills until the power goes out
and the power lines fall down...
as we stare up into the zenith until it falls
swirling like a cannibal galaxy-absorb the rush
into a cynaide portal where there is overfishing
on overmedicated overpopulations
burning up and igniting the pictures we see
above and in the fireplace...
absorb the rush into a cyanide portal of darkness
to grab your interest and pull you somewhere
where punishment is enlightening
and all these clouds aren't shading light
or chasing me...all up in these shapes around me
astronomically, anatomically in tuned with the planetary
alignments we look up to--its like medicine, but when
theres nothing up in the sky, there's always overpopulation
to throw dirt in your eyes...
stumbling and stumbling and stumbling around
every corner where there's a home thats filled with
the artificial lights and the sounds of blue pit bulls
purely raised on barked and filled without nurtured freedoms
the artificial lights from the sun
for our mechanical horses...
for our mechanical horses....
rumbling and rumbling and tumbling around
speeding down some freeways til they lose their ground
and then spin out
with no regard to other beings on the road
like some cannibal galaxy forming
absorb the rush
like an oxygen capturing sensor
until the engine light turns on
breaking mechanical horses...
go watch the mosquitoes that fly
for our mechanical horses
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i turn my ride this way
i look into her face...
talking about posting like geckos girl
in the broad daylight...
feeling up all of these solar rays
til the moon shines bright
[howl]
god rituals from the pussy
get down around and ready to mount it
climbing the mountain...
stomp my foot down on top of this forest
straight feeling; no pain according to the truth
some goodlooking lucky werewolf fool
here to pleasure you (howl)
its super-fuckin-wet
i'll put the mouths on end
into such a delicious taste
of finger licking marinated arousing juices
that've got you whispering
and yes i know it feels so good
talking about wandering the water park
yeah your lights are shiny
as i'm feeling up on your body parts until
the sky falls in...
smoke and mirrors dissolving motion
smoke and mirrors absorbing emotion
with the midnight sun we watched like
pulsating ghosts...
talking about swimming with the dolphins
past the great barrier reefs...
burning off the aromatic fumes
of sweet sweet gasoline
gonna be wandering thru your waterpark
girl your lights are shiny
feeling on your body parts until the sky
falls in god rituals from the pussy
stomp my foot down on top of this desert
its super-fuckin-wet
ill put the mouths on end
such a delicious taste
fluids of finger licking marinated arousing juices
keep on whispering
yes i know it feels so good...
all about posting like geckos in the broadday light
and moving all of your pharamones until the moon shines bright
like polishing a shiny set of clocks
god rituals from the pussy
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with break downs like fluids
youre strong as stainless steel
cerrated like knives and sharks teeth
just pulsing to be burned
by daylight thats endless
in avalanches of the dead minds and souls
where spirits get passed into concrete posts
you stop caring and drown in waterfalls
of hazy emotional ink poisoned walls
deforming under impressions of
functionless substances unaffecting you
boundaries and times meet sites for sore eyes
its just that daylight thats endless..
the avalanches of the dead minds and souls
and spirits pass on just like concrete posts
torn away from ageless like sands and dusts in wind
yeah corrosions too corrosive to conduct
remodelling again since youve stopped caring
youre drowning in waterfalls
of hazy emotions and ink poisoned walls
glow like l.a. lights in darkness free of sin
surrounded by all these impressioned eyes
just like some daylight thats endless
those avalanches of the dead minds and souls
watch spirits rise up just like concrete posts
its some sunday sunday sunday monster truck rally
and all the daylight thats endless
your breakdowns are like fluids
but strong as stainless steel...
cerrated like knives and sharks teeth
pulsing thru the words
encasing your perfections in glassy waterfalls
just like the daylight thats endless...
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the serpents coil around the medicine staff straightened out
like wrinkled holy pages of some books disintegrating into
memories of what disciplined things into structured fates...and
in the beginning, god was prepared fashioned and form'd
and created the heavens and the earths...and the earth
and another testament says
"yeah, i make a record in the language of my fathers
which consists of learning" languages from the tombs of the egyptians
in the name of all eyes, most gracious and merciful...let praise be to all...
the cherishers and sustainers of the world...
and when the earth was without shape or form and an empty waste,
there was darkness upon the face of the very great deep...
as the spirit of god was moving...mastering the days with no judgments
and the book of the dead from the egyptians misread is strictly for cursing
when in reality it spoonfeeds how to stay blessed with the changing days
and floods over agriculture on plates like those magnetic on earth when people
were left behind in the whirlwind of the world...
and the earth became goodly parents there for teaching all that it knows
somewhat as a being like the spirit of god thats constantly moving and annointing
like christ...
who has inspired millions of concrete cultures with withered shakurian roses to
live life to its fullest educational potential which is illmatic, rising
up past the feuds into shores of magicians walking on water, or
jesus christ, the lord, who was born of the seed without racialism
ethnically blind
just like you or me but his life got worse and in death rose up to save everything being
and it doesn't stop there because the spirit of god keeps hovering moving and brooding
like in genesis, where it says that the spirit of god or yahweh, was moving over the faces
and the waters...
and god said let there be light and there was
and in the qu'ran, the spirit says in the way of those whom you have bestowed that light
are the places wherein there is not wrath, and we should not go astray into such
blasphemous paths.... and back to the mirrors of the talkbox are the
writings of keenan...braving obstacles from the outside in forests, fires, rains and
heaving stones like stories when angels told some bodies of the blessings and
cursings that fall upon each day
which parallels some genesis again, like the beginning of recorded history
which explains that in the days of monarchies and kings
war led humans astray...and sumeria has ancient texts like the mayans
which all say a similar thing about some lost continent called atlantis
which always only gets covered very briefly
and another old testament says a continent was divided and two parts joined
in an area that is now the dead sea... as we see parallels written in the qu'ran
passage saying "remember, we made the house a place of assembly and safety"
and covenate and sanctifers encompass around these places...
and in a newer testament's chapter 5, acts...it talks about situations
like these...when a man with the letter a which is greek for alpha
and his wife whos name looks strikingly similar to the word sapphire sold a possession
and i might be misunderstanding when i say that that's somewhat like capitalism
which helps some places grow strong and without greed while other times
stuff happens (often) where someone keeps all the proceeds...
which is against the ten commandments listed as a wrathful sin of pride
while the television set looks like a jack-in-the-box jester sometimes
scratching off my money like santa claus and the channels who are too preachy...
or comforting commercials like snuggles who is animated and able to spread
joy with the pillsbury dough being ...in lines of static-y longitudes and latitudes
of charcoally grey monochromes have grown up past black and white into three
dimensional plasma eyes like the feeling you get from an eminem cd or adam jones guitar riff
using the coolest tone that it ever could be like waterfalls
brewing electricity with franklin stoves and radio waves
satelittes refracting reflective sights..like a failure album or dmx preaching alongside mase
and samurai teachings depicting disciplines of a self controlling sword and the minds
like those in the fbi...coming from every linear direction on earth like a breath from god through
characters of asia written 2depict trifecta of ancient life...growing up despite
millions and trillions of fights with places uptight loosened like a clinton scandal
or a gandhi inspired revolution despite all the gods from the hindu scramble
that was pushed out of a windpipe when bush focussed on security
and inspired obama to continously and poetically speak to american society
the spirit of god keeps moving like a talkbox or an occultist rhytmatic danny carey
set of drum rudiments that seem to talk to us
its like one of those metal fences where something strong just bonds us...
and ground off welding beads are like revisions of sythesized comedies
with peanuts and butters and laptops with cookies in galleries of art
from something inside of the spirit named technology...
and theres an axis which keeps us warm through friction or nonfiction
written about every form of life alive in the globe...
which can't be stapled down because it moves like the world...
and numerous people have tried to put it into one story
that just keeps getting longer as we watch it unfold...
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guided by soul, we flow toward a bigger sun
with our starship of enterprise
guiding our soul
guided through harmony
guided by more than we know...
as the sirens wail through the walls
beside the freeway...
just watch me unfreeze the planets
my escape pod fueled atlantis
into this stormy sea post 21st century
sense of sleep walking in transient
steaming brocolli...
where trees and steam rise up and surround us
spewing ash from the rings of saturn
back to atlantis...the texts and pictographs
that wake me up for a second...
look up to the sky
never build it again
gotta find a better life for my own content
gotta find myself a wife
bet ill settle down then...
with my blueprints to the sky
and texts and pictographs....
wherein lies the theory of mars and atlantis
which said that our planet earth used to be more conscious
until a competition fueled an overreaction to haunt us
see who builds up the fastest
filthy thieves and gold diggers didnt exist
and rules ran around the semantics when earth was called atlantis...
two empty shells running alongside the trax of the trains
called the solar system's reeds glowed
before the pictures we see were burned up in a fireplace
leaving holes in our dna and brains millions and billions of years later
the empty lot where the drivein cinema used to be is projecting
a vacant rattlesnake territory to me
i wanna see black mambas climb
above forests in mountains around us
and descend from the trees below us
near the hottest valleys of death
im a satelitte out of breath
shaping warlocks of nature
with respects for every species of neighbors
like texts and pictographs
running alongside the tracks of the trains
sleepwalking in trances of deep sleep
the dreams that reoccur just watch unfreeze the planets
the life on the moon births up to enchant us
through the stormy sea
post 21st century which collapses
and theres a little being irridescently mind talking to me
after going around hunting, disappointment struck
trying to support his whole family
he decided to work on a sculpture
then he tells me he's an immigrant named zino
originally a doctor of the sciences
and founder of irrigation in humanity
and the sculpture of his name was in progress
made of stone; he'd almost finished when he got
hit by an arrow that stabbed thru his back
things get clearer then he tells me his name in enki
"just watch me unfreeze the planets
my escape pod survived atlantis..."
"look up to the sky gonna build it again
gotta find myself piece of mind for my own content
gotta find yourself a wife for your own content"
"now we flow with a bigger sun
our starship of enterprise
guided thru harmony
guided thru soul
guided by more than we'll know"
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LIQUIFIED INTO THE PICTURE TO CONTRAST
THE FOG ITS THICK AS A MUDBATH WITH GLACIAL MOVEMENTS
WE SWARM THRU THIS VISCOUS BRUSH
SYNTHETICALLY ENTRANCING US WITH OURSELVES IN SOME COOKIE DOH PICRUST
CRADLE 4A PIECE OF EXISTANCE
THAT CUSHIONS SUGARY CARBOHYDRATES INTO A HARDENED
OUTERCOATING QUARTERBACKING THE PIGSKIN OF REALITY
TO THROW AWAY ANY SEEDS REPRESENTATIVE OF ANYTHING
NON-STRESS RELATED LET ALONE A GAME OF OBSTRUCTIONS
THAT SPEND LIFE HEALING WHATS BEEN CUT OPEN
LIQUIFIED IN2 THE PICTURE WITH VIVID CANDY USING US ALL
LIGHT IS JUST 2BRIGHT
THE COFFEE TASTES 2STRONG
THE ROSES SMELL TOO BLOOMED
THE COV'RAGE BENEATH MY FORAGING FEET FALLS THRU A SQUARE EARTH
TO SQUARE OFF WITH A COBRA
DISSECTING THIS SIMPLE LIFE FORCE INTO WAVELENGTHS NOT SO TANGLED
THESE WORMHOLES OPEN TO HOLD MY BARRACADED FLESH CONGREGATIONS OF MUTATIONS
SO I CAN BREATHE AGAIN
LIKE A FUCKING CLOCK
SPACING UP INTO THE MISTY
SKY BESIDE A MEERKAT RECIEVING DIRECT TRANSMISSIONS FROM GOD
UNTIL YOU BREATHE WITH AURA
HANDS PUSHING ME AROUND AS THE GEARS SYNC N DWINDLNG CLIX
ENTICE HUMBLING THICK BREEZES OF EXPERIENCES THAT TASTE LIKE REDWOOD TREES
GROUPED UP IN A GHETTO PORTION OF EARTH BY THE FREEWAY
ON A FOGGY DAY - THE THICKNESS WRAPS AROUND YOUR RESPIRATOR UN
TIL U BREATHE WITH AURA
SIDESTEPPING THROUGH A SWAMPLAND INSIDE
THE VERY FABRIC OF TIME & SPACE
PILLARS AND PIERS SINK AND SOME DARK WIND
ENVELOPES AND SHADOWS EVERY LIGHT INSIDE OF THIS PLACE
AND AS YOURE BEARING WITNESS TO A SACRIFICE OF BLOOD
THROUGH THE WORKPLACE FLOODED WITH RECIPTS AND INKS
AND INVISIBLE CRYPTIC SPY TECHNOLOGIES HIT THE LIGHT OF THE DAY
WHERE THE DAYLIGHT SLOWLY CREEPS ABOVE US WRAPPING YOU UP
LIKE A CEREMONIAL SERVICE LASTING FOREVER TO
MUMMIFY THE KING
INTERSECTING THROUGH THE LAYERS OF EVERY PHASE OF EXISTANCE
FROM DETERIORATION TO SUPERIOR UNDERSTANDINGS OF HOW
TO KNOT OFF ASTRAL LIGHT IN SOME FORCEFIELD
THEN IT SLOWS DOWN INTO SOMETHING MORE UNDERSTANDABLE
A BREEZE FROM THE B A R T TRAIN
SWIRLING ROUND YOUR BRAIN TRAX IN MELODIC DIRXNS
EVERY1 IS SILENT EXCEPT THE EYES
ACCEPTING AN EXIT OUT OF THE TUNNEL
WHERE THE DAYLIGHT SLOWLY CREEPS
UPON US YET SOMEHOW ABOVE US
BREATHING RADIOACTIVE ACTIVITY
INTO A STRUGGLING SOUL
WHERE THE DAYLIGHT SLOWLY CREEPS
AS CARNIVORES SMILE & OPEN THE DOORS
PAST THE SPACE OF FREEDOM AND IMMORATLITY
WHERE THE CLOUDS CHANGE THROUGH THE DAYS
WHEN EVERY MOMENT IS 1STEP CLOSER TO THE LAPSE OF ONE WHOLE ETERNITY
EXTREMELY DISPOSING GARBARGE LIKE A NEWSPAPER BY PRINTING
A REFRESHING VISCOSITY drips THROUGH THE FABRIC OF TIME AND SPACE as
A LEAP YEAR ENCIRCLES THE WHISK QUADRILATERAL ENVIRONMENT
WITH THREE DIMENSIONAL lives that MERELY SIGNIFIES a LISCENCE TO KILL...
overweight clogged up fries...
the REFRESHING VISCOSITY...
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