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hypothalamus now! can't see can't speak exfoliate vertebrae sitting on my america papered the floor walking on the coal bed getting cut off at the knees got a siphon for the big three stuck in my neck won't tell what they take out it's just a test 9 back: the trilateral tree metriculates wrested underlings razing the moor dr. gull exhumed got a stage ride head spasm catheter pulls back from the meadow strapped like the calf is the lamb Ireland no running, got "the talking" going on in my head Mary Nichols is the pro choice rally hypothalamus now! hypothalamus now! hypothalamus now! kicking at the sight of us, must be time now i got it on the clock i buckled at 17 checked on the stem thought it was done had to wait until four, saw your scribe and thought it was mine. no knots in the rope "all of you watching me", in the constant postulating from the fence phoemes turning sideways got it factored all wrong seizured on the time end coming back to it, here in the colony never thought they'd make it, here in the colony tell of the relative gone out comes the skull saw spit-clean, the bitemarks ATF picnic, can i get a witness? here in the colony tell of the relative gone. hypothalamus now! hypothalamus now! hypothalamus now! kicking at the sight of us, must be time. |
falling down the stairs rolled up in our diaper weeping falling down this reason's not the reason for this caught the screw thorazine smoked scotch soaked alley-weighted gutter snail i'm falling down i'm falling down signed for by the guardian falling down look, it's raining petrol! falling down sat near the rambler bell rings all the rodents fell them all down again clocks feel the erosion climbed it in the morning walked in through the wrong door walked in on Ra's eye shedding the communion climbed it in the morning walked in through the wrong door walked in on Ra's eye shedding the communion now we're drinking like mexico falling down this reason's not the reaon for this caught the screw capsized in transition buckshot through the corridor castor oil at noon pinafores at midnight now we're running from the army falling down hiding out unhooked falling down climbed it in the morning walked in through the wrong door walked in on Ra's eye shedding the communion climbed it in the morning walked in through the wrong door walked in on Ra's eye shedding the communion |
don't let them forget to tag your symptom led to the foaming dogs i'm sealed in cast iron knotted in turncoats and entrails barking at the tropic of cancer fasting on saltines and ether when you get out, they see the right to tag it in the lobe or the big toe in the lobe or the big toe re-arranged to some shining path spire and the ruler measured by advisement blinding the revered sow don't want to hear what they told me twice, i heard it all over again "Guess what I did must not have worked, err'd in the insemin." don't let them forget to tag your symptom let them forget to tag your symptom let them forget to tag your symptom UNDONE: THE NUMBERS STAND IN THE LINEUP don't let them forget to tag your symptom let them forget to tag your symptom let them forget to tag your symptom BARCODE THE HEAD UN-SHOED AT THE DOOR the symptom stalls the symptom stalls catarac'd lock it's a standing lie the symptom stalls the symptom stalls catarac'd lock it's a standing lie unfurled on my clinical bench scattering all over the cultered gnats oh no, i can't hold it down branches of the faculty trapped on the way to the pulpit over in it's mill shoveling behind the compromise, entrapment arrives don't let them forget to tag your symptom let them forget to tag your symptom let them forget to tag your symptom UNDONE: THE NUMBERS STAND IN THE LINEUP ... BARCODE THE HEAD UN-SHOED AT THE DOOR ... LOOK OUT ON THEIR WISDOM COLIC ON OUR IDIOMS ... THE SYMPTOM STALLS THE SYMPTOM STALLS
thee unbearable lightness ov. i heard tell of a man who fell off the earth he went hiding to the scratches that were cut in his name, well, he caved in the ground device: broken i wouldn't have believed it were it not for the proof it was whittled in bone attached to the cord and in the front of the cranium the magick it felt and there were calls and accusations curdled up in the speaker; he couldn't fight back, he was bubbles in the beaker thee unbearable lightness ov feeling thee unbearable lightness ov seeing thee unexorable needles that we're needing well, they can't be medicated they won't be erased i heard a story of a man who jumped from a window just like Socrates before him they'd hauled him off to prison well, he rose up from the ground aided by the brethren he was enraged with suspicion carbombs on the street and he prophesized of cells and their alienation; INCANTED BEFORE FLAMES ON HIS HOT ROD LINCOLN stripped before hostages and blamed for their treason he couldn't get out from under the pendulum they'd left him thee unbearable lightness ov feeling thee unbearable lightness ov seeing thee unexorable needles that we're needing well, they can't be medicated they won't be erased thee un bear able thee un exor able |
hazing (the underlings with your broken stickpin) wax earplug 6am night morning grog grogged in rear and side both looking into it; watering sponge, water scratch clots 3 weeks prior some have already kissed them goodbye. goodbye until 6am (you know what 2*3 means...) updates scroll in dithered and cracked roman hues from behind the retina, large cavity upper right critical do_not_remain_calm. line up for the confirmation hazing the underlings with your broken stickpin hazing the underlings with your broken stickpin remain calm don't let on work work work work remain calm don't let on work work work work niagara sharp mall green can't fight history, only people blue-iced the welts and stitches held under da nang with kitchen sink anger watching the bubbles rise above the broken stickpin was passed d o w n. hazing the underlings with your broken stickpin hazing the underlings with your broken stickpin remain calm don't let on work work work work remain calm don't let on work work work work
unfinished business
gavel hits the stone
another day in the cell
I got stripped of my car
I'm in prisoner's orange
should have got possession
eighty times over
I should have been dead
like the Poe or the Buk
no crime was committed
just a victim of commerce, and
O.C. POVERTY
it's no fallacy
seems like I've been in and out
more times than I can count
sitting in O.C.J.
get out tomorrow on own recog
I got no one to blame but me
chasing the dragon
will get you all dead or in here
been 2 X 3 years
since the road to ruin
understand I hid
just to get my dome movin'
swam against a tide of origami
smoking men
boilermakers
The scientist said
things would be different now;
still
I'm convulsing in ER
with my head
and my chin strapped down
contemplating my...
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
"why'd you walk away?"
who could ever believe this
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
dealing with the lie
straight rose to the surface
figured it all lies
the biggest human tragedy
disorientation = creation
NEVER!
IT'S THE HIPPIE'S LIFESTYLE!
COURTESY OF
THE CIA
THE FBI
THE FDA
want to suck
on the seed of the man
go right ahead
I've done my time
no interest in that thread
we all want what we don't have
never seem to like what we do
a thread
no different
than a super bowl commercial
IT MADE ME GO AWAY
it's what made me
hurt
rob
steal
betray
I'm done being that tumor
I'm done being that tumor
no way
no way
"take this pill
and the voices will go away,
it might make you a robot
but isn't everybody else?"
fighting to get to my
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
addressing all the disses
with the voice of a Beckmann
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
adrenalized by nature
time has come to rescind this
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
"why'd you walk away?"
who could ever believe this
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
dealing with the lie
straight rose to the surface
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
addressing all the disses
with the voice of a Beckmann
unfinished business
unfinished business
unfinished business
adrenalized by nature
time has come to rescind this
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scion stumbling familiar came the have-not; juiced and pathetic with cratered log books and the lining the destics of his attachments no more aging living like the farm, used to live in the now perched atop the front door crashed the party brought to the phony monarchy brought in with the guardian note have-not brought in the step man banging pots and pans pulling at my children's hands stole my holy ghost when the scion comes around turning pyramids upside down feeding the rag and the ray tube waits a little longer staled the air scion scion scion scion spouting waste at third world poverty chewing steak and snorting taxes representative of our mania our panic OUR HANGOVER fuel for the stations of the cross WELCOME TO THE END OF AMERICA scion scion scion scion when the scion comes around turning pyramids upside down feeding the rag and the ray tube waits a little longer |
in between 5 and 14 time passed is time contempt and sore time sat still while remains reset the months wrested in angles clear back to atlantis sorries to believers, tried to let it happen a never-ending blackout catscan sees nothing. we lived in between 5 and 14 under napalm and propane statements with no centainty. gestures lumbered and graceless and in between 5 and 14 engine and knock, still they work to fix it. here comes the locust sweating last night's gin here comes eris riding side-hack; plasma drips poolside from the roach motel spores multiplying in and above the fountain hang from anger: transferred snuck in through the window. we lived in between 5 and 14 under napalm and propane statements with no centainty. gestures lumbered and graceless and in between 5 and 14 engine and knock, still they work to fix it. |
the hand of John Kemble followed it down to the reliquary, the last few of pocked knee had a vision: delerium tremens in the throes of summerland there were rings on every finger courted pagans there on easter swallowed it down, the boiled hare lazy-eyed men say they've seen it; wrest the gim crack from so many trinkets sermons tangled in chicken wire waterproofed with hot tar and time folded over, stood in, front, ensconced; no one to set off the defensives by the hand of John Kemble we wished our wishes chants that went sideways drank our super-ego by the hand of John Kemble and temptations before us fell under John's famine laid to waste like Faust frankenscense traded for the hand gold fever wished upon it sworn to nature and the elements somnabulism nausea came from my scrap metal followed it to the terminal dressed walk window's coin operated inferno sent back by telekinesis to the center of Egypt grift as the last train wreck from the carny's possession. pendulums whistle the bomb song by the hand of John Kemble we wished our wishes chants that went sideways drank our super-ego by the hand of John Kemble and temptations before us fell under John's famine laid to waste like Faust dripped from a sky falling shone the hand's ring like a shiner; eyes turned to marble there, we marched with the triad in the riot boot borrowed catholics sent the missionaries easter rites behind them his hand, there it went from Göslar to The Keys whole tribes came back from the dead dressed in chicken blood waiting for Nöel black pine for the hanging by the hand of John Kemble we wished our wishes chants that went sideways drank our super-ego by the hand of John Kemble and temptations before us fell under John's famine laid to waste like Faust |
host meets the cell palace stands on the shrill man overboard, the kissinger orifice cancer raids on the front shape-shifting into antediluvian poultry sloughing off the tendon marrow invaded by dentrific I tell myself to pray now fission can't live on the follicle and glucose doesn't want to drive bushings conflagrate the sore capitalists run from the dorm riot squad comes to the rescue! precious is the pushcart on the dreg; massive laughter from the Yeti queried a few to find the trader and whether he ever found his array I don't want to give it away but I heresy scurvy of the finger-three and you don't want that noise at all, not as bad as the gangerine sucking out the sugar venom spitting into the Louvre pressured the heart of darkness just like a brain in the nude licking the wings of a fly ripping the virgin film forgive me for the last 12 lies I've got 13 to kill host meets the cell under this skin host meets the cell speak to the din host meets the cell notify my kin host meets the cell came walking in palace stands on the shrill man overboard, the kissinger orifice cancer raids on the front shape-shifting into antediluvian poultry sloughing off the tendon marrow invaded by dentrific I tell myself to pray now fission can't live on the follicle meters turn into inches and celcius to farenheidt found myself speaking hindu Gita collects at the door I only tried to fix the problem I was only trying to make things right ignore my weakness leave me to my retribution |
21 robot man his era pays a pensive exclamation one envious shriek likes a kind of erroneous shriek a reminder of cosmologic sands and countless courtesans sons are like the phony sexes it's a combination: ability fear your prizes like her ferocious nothingness would you pay to look at the ammunition? we give our own variation; he runs to his crill and he finds his own perfection legs over tracks it's a seamless amputation amputation all vacant his eye? all vacant his eye? one more outgrowth resembles one besotted privacy: they both codify but his nothingness calms spontaneously more than one sun is similar to every epitaph, some thrilling dangers suffer from heaven but your Saint hears slowly! a single tooth, at least one community plays into the barbarity... his cancellation afterward and disgustingly, feasibly and strangely, insanely a few bodices do favors for the finished operation why are little circuitries overwrought rocks? calculations displease he aches awhile he twists - a fire - it's academic that little finality would you pay to feel the ammunition? I give one variation 21 robot man. |
