Kryptonite

Hey, she has hair under her twirlies

GOOJC

Get Out Of Jail Card? $ % & Uncle Dave says he's going to talk to the Wizard, 'put in a good word for me'. "Yea" right if that even helps. My goal for meditation between concrete slabs, 'I want to rip the fabric of matter with my eye lash'. Doug Snow, Utah's biggest badest most famous painter buys my book. 'Every word with tripled thoughts on it', prepared specifically for multidimensional travel, in the minds light. Polytheism, were going to rock the world and dance the hoola with half naked natives. The soul of imagination can never be shackled, remember that. Walk like a God, supermodel! She can't sing though thats for sure. High in the tropics of mystery and superb sensations. Limitations I see in every single human that I can laugh at because what else can you do. I pledge allegiance judge fuck head, send me to some punishment please, you prick. They think they got the power and I say I got the power because I can. I can. I can. What does that mean? O it means everything. Walk like a god, super model. That means everyhting too. Uncle Dave was suppose to get me stoned before I go to jail, man.

battered, burned and eaten

Even my car is a shambles running on toxic, rummaging through the spheres of highway dimensional ching and the tao. Transforming your biological "it", the white light power switch or transcending nerve endings of prism crystal spray on aura tan. Opposites that sit right across just waiting to be opened, the dark illuminations or delicious lips of summer with a sting. The wrong is always right, 'i didn't know' is the worst excuse, follow your elders is even worse, I want to be like you? Afraid of your test scores. Talkers talking about their virtues and how blessed they are, that always gets a swirl of vomit in the back my throat, maybe drugs aren't the problem You are! Anarchy of Africa, machines of war all with a destiny that leads to armageddon for strappers. Crop circles by Stonehedge during the cultivation of weed, corn and feed. All the bogus answers thrown away cause theres so much undisclosed space in qauntum physics, that suggest a big square off with all the lousy prissys.

Cinematic Outlaws

by the generosity of my fling, every night I'm catapulted into other worlds, erectile, drawing the Python into a trance with a catchy tune. Being inspected by the dragonfly standing on a day lily. I remember remnants of archaic pieces left over from the scourage. I try to memorize the poems that i find because thier composition is absolute stunning, even for a contemporary mind, 'blasted, ecstasy, knowledge', everything is accessed with this tiny holographic handheld cube, 'see! thats my blog' I show the heiress, 'authority is such a big, revolting, joke' this is transformed into an abstract painting along with spanking new fashions that seem to just want to attire me, my naked, wild, beautiful, space. They don't merit much here, with these mythological types and with these endangered species listed, not defined but reinforced into powerful beasts and the Archaic Rivals, the punk rock that rocks here, thats going to lay it all out!!! You see I'm not the flower power love child that I've been indoctrinated with. Anarchy! Anchronism!! Sizzle, ashen hues, snakey feathers, tryptich portraits and this goddess has been here for eternity!! I have so much for so little and the golden river appears unfathomable because it was created for violet fish.