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.