Or Carry On Steppes?
Or fly away free
not gonna day trip ya, into the mountains of Ethopia.
But there I did.
So you seem
Rise. as the weather underground chopper did Tim Leary
Rise, nail Xerces faggots, I quit.
Madonna nailing Letterman, and the length of it, I'm aloof.
Poof: Justice, an' you saw them hear first countrymen
Fuck it then.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Or Carry On Steppes?
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
and the fortress
there is no new story, scene it all, dun did it all
until we are all entering the stars, leaving our earth, all of Us, as one race
'cause that would be new..
but, know art is no hashtag of what preceded
i know barely many can barely bear with me, but
too much paint
this of st. vincent
and there i would bear too much paint, i didn't, tho you willed me.
so bears, chew
our young know what fools we are
but don't know the rap of a hollow log, what a steep flogging earns a slave
or what it is to be both cold, and wet
such animals, i deepen, pour ca
because, animals, i pet,
and i vet,
set that in paint, and i'll see you on the other side of the great turtle that bears the world, i don't care
just see you there
oh ya.. i started that over there.
if a Chair or two was Missing? Pink Flags and such, shucks...
fucking pigs, i tentatively explore hate for you
now, porous, what are anal bacteria for?
the right is right, right? right.
and your's is mined not mine.
not cuckoo, for what they been talking 'bout, all the time.
find a gem like this, your timing would drop the dime on molecular decay
what we weight ratios with
would be pitch, and you'd have shit city.
now sit in it, lay.
ahem.. just channeling.. illuminati? slay, and plan on heat rising up.
so to them:
and when shucks gets to you?
you be sweaty with clammy hands, not a pearl, or even venus will be seeo
look at your friends.
sure it reflects greatly on the splashdown on saturn, pencildicks.
good looks don't get rubbed out, not buy Google, not buy anyone.
well, maybe, buy Google.
but forecastic npo strategies, ain't cheesy wizards.
buy credit, not hot lunch.
cause a crunch is coming.
saturn, well it's pretty heavy.
so sit up big six
and punch Senor Morgan, The Gorgon, Ali Kundra, Sanat Etc,
(we've seen enough airdropped, airbrushed, fresh-cut leaflets)
a Chevy, or leave the e-cat out of the trucking business.
and paint. enough of that.
if i'm mind controled them i'm feeling it,
free everyone indicted under drug legislation, everyone.
Free Weezy from Cash Money
and well, free energy.
'cause that's it.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
it's more that, tho i tried to deal with my demons; they just went away
with crosshairs centered, i can see how shakespeare did it
and i pray that you're religious.
now go away.
not hate, not republican, not fake
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Edith Pilaf Piaf Load Loaf Pilaf Pilar Polar Lilac
Lilac's Lylic Lila
Load Loaf Life
And a little exercise in auto-correct
Love Live Life
Without the fifth element, you get:
Shouts ?uesto "Shazam"
And Says "Bars"
No, Slams 'Em
Emails Me Emailed A mailed Remailed Mailed
Hey Ya Atticus (That's what it says every time I open a sentence.)
I'm a brute. So cut me loose.
Shit.. Was Lilu.
Watch, Shit's melting.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Like, did you know, if it's spinning fast enough, you can lift any weight?
And, if it's powered by its own mag-lev momentum it's light enough to drive free energy further.
And every time you click back a turnstile, the weight of world gets lifted.
E=Velocity^2 x Weight(My uzi weighs a ton.)
The new college kid anthem, from New York to Amsterdam.
Physically too fat for the standard model.
Coppers: The slaughter of the innocent is getting tired in all our eyes, liable to call a mack on your truckstop run-in, shame shit different day straight up murder
Not Clickbait Cliques a Moby Dick line, no, that'd be cliche, and in The Atlantic.
So no, not everything is, but it is.
Not terse, not frantic verse, no, not callous, no. Rehearsed
Just api+e+6 enough to hack #DONDA up
Or channel Ché and link up Gorillaz
any peeler jokes
About a man's wife or nothing.
Because of the respect..
All out, all over the place, fuck it,
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Lay the hammer down,
Sound, doesn't put any chinks in a bank, under a mountain.
My god, my eyes, they came welling up
I guess my happiness is not important to you, he said.
When i tried to tie a chain around waste, like a sub-continental savior,
And when my behavior was solely centered upon love for others, a resounding o brother.
So why waste, why be stupid, because you told me to.
So i won't.
Just, Funny, Money, Dear, Honey,
You need to see this, hush.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Any steeple of my choosing
they gon' put me in jail
they can't now
but fuck, he's writing it on his phone.
this ain't zeke cantrail
this is dynamite explosive.
slow your exposure down a minute son,
i been judging on God
Like jimmy hoffa in the river son
and soggy soggy son, espinizo.
ain't it's expozzzito? any way you son choose.
i been cruising for a bruising an' any minute now,
the dirty south is gonna choos
i guess i gotta be better than that.
so no nine's on you.
shit, gotta loose it, so no free virginia tech.
collegiate, trying to be the best
go running in with a sword.
Not immortal, i'll come getcha with something you never dished.
Like Elvira #Bloodsuckers on some rock you hoped would skip.
No one so sick as to teach you, so go down plumbing depths.
The length of my lines, with a love so strong i can afford it love.
Bus, back of the. I'm so strong i can't afford it, love.
But my May hat's on. Sitting strong i can afford it, love now Just.
Sit back and let it sip, into your running cup, inta your busting cup now J, let it used to.
Slay, K9, dj, igoseeing :O
I got it uzed to, running over cup,
And a Cutlass Supreme, i get spoiled in over democracy, now aint you seen one seen.
Meghann... Allah them riches.
Switches and Zap Straps.
An'A Pax on deligion whodat?
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
A man of
C'mon man, I thought you knew
The best, I thought you ever knew
A tune, can you sing me something?
Over the moon.
And a tune.
Truant, fornicator, abuser of authority.
A cost that could not be afforded justice, a cause.
I'm over it.
That's for #Django, and The Chi.
Whatever, I am forgettable.
A moment of mercy or laughter.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Just because you have no proof of nothing, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Re: Bill Nye
It's like saying I've never taken a picture of my dick, but my children assure me it's there.
Maybe, a picture of Venus, but have you set foot on it?
Maybe, your wife, or your om pere, but did they tell anyone, in acute detail, and did their acerbic refresh, and hold the same object, or was it smaller.. Because diminutive, hand held accounts can't hold justice no?
Here: #BillNye #STS75, account for that, say hi to Rick, and while you're at it tell him plagiarism can't afford it hun,
Sure it'll mean something to him.
Teetotalers, up in the sky, it's Nietzsche, in the Corsica Durante.
And fonts, you cannot afford.
Bill Nye feels me, and Dick, it's Dick.
Sure it means something to him.
A team that cannot spell Pi without looking humble.
And the Corsica Durante, got in a little fender bender.
Elephantism, maybe Juno, Maybe #Kwest hit it hunh
You, Wifey, Om Pere, crumpled under sheets.
Still, shaking, you believe in your kids, right?
Have I a fight in me.
And such, The Strad, in midi.
If you were to condense Mercury, you'd have me these weeks.
So Help Me God.
We toppling buildings, us.
Not 1,2 or 5.
Millions of us.
Trust us diamonds, climate shines, and you cut my chvch knee ugh Dr
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
I can't help it if #LawrenceWelk is what you choosing to abuse your listening audience to.
I Brutus, I Judas,, just to see what the listening audience believes in,
You got spit for mouth?
I been doing this sin,ce the word "Duck" came out.
Since tractors were sprouts.
Since the bear left and the bitch come out.
Sand niggers, speak up shit, or damn, not another journalist could move.
Here's a toothpick for The Ad-admin
I'm betting oil is obliterated.
Until we figure out how to use it.
My word, to the Caliphate.
This sand-nigger, i been reading a bunch about, why'd he flip the temple tables?
And when does the next Holiest come?
I have a few bars, beyond reverence, so now Caliphate, let's pray, in alliance with Malala, and nothing different, or do not pray.
And be gone, publishing.
Monday, October 13, 2014
You cannot state, that the will of god is to be even momentarily, policed by the uneducated.
The Girl, that extremists shot in the face,
Got the Nobel peace prize two days ago,
The man who invented dynamite, dynamite, awarded her this prize, as the Caliphate.
This, you cannot go wrong on, so i state.
Our regime, is more dedicated, more thoughtful, more powerful, and we are beginning, beginning, to Appeciate girls.
Who Marced The Martyr?
Who gave Halima her chosen dress?
I address you, all #IC, to know beyond Caliphate, and teach me of Chr1st's legacy.
Or pull your skirts back down, and be a lesson in our math, redaction.
Have you heard of it? Has it happened, well, i choose not to have it happen to you.
But to shoot a ten year old in the face, because her parent's disgraced her with a dream of leaving erdun, pashtun, afghanisten.
Well fuck that.
We'll watch your children die from space.
And then you'll all be martyrs,
No nobler than that
I'll never take nothing from you, you deserve it all.