New Star Chest

Defused into combustable dioxide split ends singed with sparrows on the fucking run!
'Man that ain't cool', goggles and ass tank, the stars are out of the sky!
Hold on lip imposter comfortable on your parrot rod
Your leaders are on the move! So check me out! And dig my new ass!
Pecker pumpernickel pleasing hipster of holiday I'm saying you Push
Fuck plow brings a purplish idea about fleeting costs of humanity
'You don't need a God", mobile solar boots and peacock shades
Demand my prismatic spray when strange things fly by
In super profound technology that is beautiful
And everything else we destroy! Except what I like!
Command those ugly apples with insects tearing vermillion over an hour
I stop to scratch my ass again, 'Is that it?', I say to Anubis
Dreams are a collage that is being controlled by "items" I say,
Screeching Big Horn Owl, its praying time with these talons
Then I smile my teeth got sharp and my righteous eyes glow!
Whispering Cacophonous Spring
To action! Laughing at my self terrible laugh
I look like a crazed king tattered by a camp fire in a cave.

How to Dance

Don't get mad or throw a fit about your stomach wreath, 'be like flying pigs?' fuck that! You can't whip the baddest goddamn foe on the planet can you? Well learn how to sting or pluck a star lash weapon sparkles or split! Ugly religion and give it a weapon strategy to end the unicorns migration from clouds to sky, ballistic walks on water, power to sharpen sword on stone of hearts and knowing that? Hired ! With an interesting zeal and normal compliments?! When you need them is butter up or? I can turn it on while I eat it up and easily do it without sleep forever. I've accept only terrible facts that are released in the current tumbling of nonsense, to just stand and it doesn't bother me, cause I've been doing it every fucking eternity. And I know what Ends IT which I think is the smartest move yet, for the World, as we should have freed it before Rolling Stones, 'Bono Knows', opened the box off flying dragons last week, we could have been shagging the Psyonic Vibrator forever right now! Unfortunely the conditioned fatheads in office sport ties are terrible coachs calling the lousy shots with plays from 19 shit, that We are a excessive read, the Art of War by Marcel Duchamp. I could see the World on Aquarius celestial summits before a hot ash bath in a sweat lodge digging the ground for cool air, throwing the ice age off for a little while, footprints in the sky thats goes all the way to galaxy X and Tesla's space car stations a trillions times highway thats been there forever, shit fuck Edison, solar and wind, wireless, chemistry and genes, jeans and naked with nothing but invisible.

WoRK

I'm sick of it! I want to call it off do something I want like drive to a new statr like Oregon coast. Waiting is a therapy if you've never tried the dope its good, tasty, should be penalized for using it in the game maybe but??? Who Really Knows?? I just want to drive! I cry on my bed wishing it was sonic wave beach screamimg fans that want to rip your heart out! At least I can see the stars in my moonlight mint strokes and message therapy my weapon pistol flower sepal design relic that I like conjuring storms takes aim and alot of ? but guess what? Little Golden Helix wish upon a transformation and follow through with falls leafs blowing away into a thousand pieces and then a flock of black birds exploring canyons I love H2O too. I never seem to have it all quit together in the complete cosmic condition senses stubbling over stairs laughing at myself and this to serious Heaven should I quit and follow a wild release of stripper perturbation or I think I"ll just be a broken shell washed upon a shore of smelly beach. Intrepid Traveler that always gets the new Info shift and excercise thing, which supposedly everyone has, along with the absolute new factions of future age discourse, how about they really "love me" when I'm Scott Free above it, that I do absolutely nothing, The Whole Design, of this, rules of the trade?

And they don't get it! I start to wrestle, at my slave position.

Fighter Tiger

'I'm here to save Brittle Star', her leather clad strippers ass, that bounces to the beat and from ALL the motherfuckers! in show buisness that think they are smart enough to make skid marks on the dirty judgement days of ridiculous professionals, against Nature? is Me born and this new jive and my car is electric along with (a few personnels) to do away with popular reasons? "it" beliefs in Hunh! Little Sweet Candy Stars in a bowl of special K lash and mascare a disastrous look, without a shirt on and barefoot like Posey, with the wilderness at a sorcerers heed just like the old days, ' Hey! People its ? Pidgeons move over cause I want to suffocate your authority to rule me, thats for you transparent tee top of atmosphere peeking on the violet and tangibles along with your robes of pompous shit, 'let us live it wrecklessly for a fucks sake' after forever its done or this electrode goes up my penis and attaches to this reactor from Venus 'let's die a horrible butterfly crashy death sweets', the way the cabal rebel ballistic bloomingdales fur slits gives 'waiting for a pomp' wreckless ruler and my own Rose 'I didn't just start dancing to these laser plum words for a reason you know' I did it "cause" I had to about with stupid sinister wit that Thinks "its" in control of the Universe isn't prepared for ? but "think" and retard news celebrity worsehip slang and pulverized prized picks pocket Who's kids? Bombay?! O yea and Poverty takes children left and right! Blow away all your little goodies and the cost of half of War, best things in life, snap the rubber stamp takes, its done , "play hard on" this rarefied field then ! Dreams take over! Where the tanks are and my toys turn zombie crazed for top brass flower eaters. And this cowardly instinct to cry about everything else 'what's out there' that doesn't stinger something good Right!? My own conscious destroyed efforts to topple the big toppies Us the true democracy is Eagle charged from a beautiful timeless air of shredded ribbons, lousy relic itch, timed last bath born and generated moon cast speed, at sunrise a taste of dirt with blood in it for no reason at all and I'm on your side gorgeous fighter cause the other one is a Fuck Zoo and a Waste of ! Stripes
And Im walking with the old gray buckskin cheifs pisst 'you don't know shit' pretty easyly, so think about what you ........,