Clearly going downhill and racism

the rhyminest prime minister
I'll administer
fine wine vinegar into your eye
rinse with brine am I convincing ya?
Try a new cinesphere
Gwenevere and Medea
take off in a jag-u-ar
While you drink your Agua in an acura
I'm an aqualung
of vernacular reenactment of the battle of Vatican sabre rattling with Ratigan in the days of Attica
raise a valid point of contention

poem me OP
 apocalyptic king of hiccupping
take eliptic trips through rifts and fix what's dripping in
playing miniputt with the liliputians

if you're scratching itches bitches I am right here wit chas
stretch us out on stretchers that'll fetch us
while these wretches watch us taking pictures
watching district 9 with Wikus Van De Merwe
wonder where i went when I'm under firmament then I run to Burma
michael chiklis evicted by old st nicholis
bald face tricking us all in a blink of his
winking its me who else would you think it is?
sink or swim think of him drinking his licorice. 
Single him out in second of recklessness
cashing all checks its me the most feckless
between the east and the west coast now the reckoning
deckard cain coxswain cock swinging swain of the lost claimed
prospero posturing imposter of the osprey
who lost what you spent on the phosphorescent offering
and a swallow of a grape flavoured drink
and a collar around her neck like a thing
I'll follow her around drinking mimosas for breakfast with her girlfriends always fingering their nose rings
I'll bleach my hair instead of drinking it
I'll ask which twist you thought was nitwitted
I'll bask in shadows too deep to countenance
la dolce vita fountain weeping opulence
I am xerxes whipping the bosporus
I am playing Age of Empires and managing my populous properly
from my Palace of princes disguised as pauper kids
Proverbs proverbially harbouring ships like our jewess in arduous arbours of farflung provinance
fat she was infatuated with fatuous hominids
ominous omnibus aum sayers our mayors the king of all of this
ring out the bells for holiday's cheer's weird spell
fear fell flat on its face ask the fake shakespeare seer in the wishing well
fish him out kiss em he'll turn to Prince Pepe Bishop of Hell
serve him on a plate scraped clean of bitter greens and bechamel
fetch him I'll enmesh him in webs charlotte wrote
in harliquin trim he used a marlinspike to write what you quote now 
  
 

ratiocinatio polysyllogistica



well we talked and i guess well it was romantic
I guess it was slower than tantric
pause panting and 4 tablets
asunder astrider a strider and a climate of climbers and briars and fire trucks
a scryer
my third eye was serving me fries
pour me a five alive
and let's get low like dives
let's grow like hives
let's explode what you have in crimes
a blogger and a crime novel and an augur and a scribe
pawgs turning all my lights on like right on
that's a long distance you're crafting between bastions of the last johan sebastian
gaugins the last hit
you're folding right past him
cobra lashes the backs of his heels
now that's rich
that's a merry christmas
that's the litmus test for being in the business,
watch your fingers
this side's the hinges
batton down the hatches
gash and lashes
bat her long eye lashes
and that's just the last six ways of dragging you down
or back to the last treacle sweet you took a graph to
look giraffes grew necks to look back at you
and that's the last turn of the screw
cash spurn of the jew
bad sermons for you




 barn owl cowl and her sour sad smile and the growl in the howl of an hour's wasted while and her voice leaps for happiness like late capitalist post-industrial malaise
 how'd you know I was overreaching
reading 50 shades of grey
the october group eyed the olympic hoops tied tightly round them, remind rightly I've found him inside a hollow mountain dancing in the mansion's fountain lancing all his boils circumcizing moils speaking oil wrapped in tin foil
 the sin of her cast of her the grin of her casts you further than you could outlast you murderer
so maybe I'll never get to be happy, so maybe I already am
and if you like being miserable what's left's just israel and after that's sand
Hope her open heart like hands
got rings around like bands and pictures like a brand in a memory I wanted you to see I wanted to see you I honestly just wanted to I want to see you but I lost you before I greeted you I'll host a party partly part of me part 3 coming soon




  its up to me now


this is me, not caring what you're hearing
this is me, not caring what you're hearing
I'm asking Karen O if she's looking to the ceiling
ask me why I can't even get my fucking dreams
I'll get some fucking ice cream
and demons in my mind stream
if you buy me
a new drink
I might get a nice ice tea
I might be kinda sheisty
and lice bison and your name over IM beeps
rip rip rip
on the side of the ice rink
I think you even know that you'll die
stinkin in the sky
everyone got nothing to do
winking your eye
now I'mma ask you if the truth was uncouth
would you tell it
would you fucking sell it
would you fucking shred it
or would you scrunch it all up here wth dead ferrits
everybody asking
with their finger in the derrick
if I'd think
you'd ask me if my friend Eric
would spell his name A-I-R-I-C
if you think I ain't cool well check my ice cream
if you think I'm cool while watching the screen
if you think you get down now everybody scream
everybody scream if you know who is you
who is you who is me who is we
now everybody get together like a GM G
now I g2g
everybody chillin like brb
now I'm coming through like this my new shit
if you think its tiny its called minutiae
aw shit all the future coming over here like a luchadore loser
now who is me and who's her
everybody telling me these few words
if you wanna tell me I am the new Caesar, Julius
lean in orange julius like Piza
everybody chillin like these are
the ingredients that I'm needing from my fridge with expedience
if you wanna tell me
please do it
now I'm coming with more hubris
than you can understand with
this bandwidth
if you can't canonize it
maybe try to find the place between the eyes
quick before it dies
you can hear the little people if you try
I'm waking in the morning and I'm hanging out like drying
If you think you made it up or are making me
try, I ain't
If you think you are cool, drink paint
If you think are fooling me, you ain't
If you think you're cool, drink paint
Now I'm walking over here with the mad taint in my fucking face
if you think you spray
everybody call me the new Saint
Ving Rhames
if you think you ain't cool, well who changed
loose change with the fool Lu Kang
everybody coming with some mad loose slang
if you wanna tell me who got hoops mane
now I'm shootin em
now there ain't no quoting him
I'm writing em as I'm reading em
















books are like fruit,
one must wait for them to ripen
books have their right time



why would those hands grab more than they could hold on the way home as they walked through the woods
and along came a wolf sniffing the scent of blood
miss moffat with a parcel and aye that's the rub

butcher's paper and cooking twine and two loops make a knot you surmise would hook inside eachother like take what's left and divide


hotstuff bought hotsauce in her purse enough for everyone at her rally in Cali and shall we  or shall we not? knots tough to untie
bought a bot net enclave of what I already grabbed and got like goro
six arms and
I would not to have lent what I gave up for it
Have a vegan donut or a torus

High summer sun
roll across me
Disc of sweetest cherry
Lie under the earth now sweetly
erring sparrow
owl and measure
dragonflight and gone

the rage just means you care

I
am
raw
with
horse
haired
godless
children
manichean
temptation
omnipresent
entertaining
incredulously
interchangably
incrementalized
instrumentalized
omphaloskepticism


without my hands or bandstands or ambling like grand pianos there and back the wild Pizano eyes like Princess Diana's


take a trip to prague or rip the bottom of the log cabin and taxi cab back to the hadron collider now I'm drinking five alive and I'm out a fiver can I glide from here to there?

i love you too
you don't love me but
I'd love you too


you say you're happier now you get up early well
tell me if I'm tired or surly
my arms aren't burly enough to carry you there so you'll just have to marry me here
my eyes are blinking from the morning light the way they don't when I'm pouring over pages by candlelight so when the power goes out and the roof of your house sags down below the eaves that's the time you'll leave me again
in the future when you see me again I'll be older but not wiser or more truthful
well they'll ask you how you manage to look so youthful you'll say it's some type of moisturizing cream well if that's true then isn't that tip useful?
and if it's a lie don't turn over on your side when we're in bed it makes me sad it makes me like a little lad crying out for his mommy in the dark
now how'd you get to be so many people at once like the sequel just wasn't enough now who are you baby when the winds that took you carry me on the wafts of endless summer to the bunkbed in my childhood's childhood's childhood
now if it's a worthwhile good or mild enough to be something I could eat
ain't it a treat
ain't it a nice thing for me to see on my way walking home from the doldrums in my need and lack for hand holding this modem bodem told em soda fountains counts as soundscan radio's #1 hit song



ikr death was a fan held by a japanese woman in the window of a china shop like the mask of a diver pressed against eyes of the space between the lines between the grill of the car and the furnace downstairs in the basement too far away to reach with hands held back behind themselves like how'd you know you were equal to the challenge when it met you at the door dressed in black and sombre black and sombre black

highlight the undertones in my speech or is it wrong to want to know who you're singing songs to? or to whom? your ears all ringing my sing song harm in the tone on my tongue and my face looks angry on the surface of the lake


truth looks at it brooks this river of blood lake of graphic violence that you're too tragic to last hit too tragic to last in this world with gashes on your arms from your trips to the attic and grabbing hands at the string to the stairs to the ladder up which lashes against my back and watch the ladder turn to a net that catches step back from bad decisions you can't take back with backlit gadgets in showcases in windows in case your staircase spiraled fake into my eyeholes like pinholes or riddles that situate me in places adjacent to spaces I've replaced in my memory with memory foam or lawn gnomes or geodesic domes or roads to rome or paul simon's kodachrome ringing in your ears like a phone so phone home 


behind your back behind yourself is a knot of fingers made gordian by praying at playing at making steeples making cases braying at the moon and star ladles guitar wails and dead door nails now smiles from reason flow as miles yes miles there are to go before the trance state leaves you before the trance state takes you where your fingers on the keyboard dance to a tune they whistle to themselves on the way to the... say my age is a... up

There's no I for You to encounter there.


the stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone

and our eyebeams twisted
there the sense of belonging I've been longing I've been longing
there's no object there to see
just a subject looking from a place that's not within the world
now what am I looking at? Not there but looking back at them
now catch my gaze in double mirrors
that's what I said
and are of love the food my flushing face blushes hush john hughes

actually, actually I should explain

ask me all these things
maybe we should change

 Atoms join together and form molecules for they are more stable that way.

Stranger: It is the same with life.

Stranger: Therefore I do not see animals, plants, as "Life", but only this phenomenon, which is what I call "life".

You: so a crystal is life?

Stranger: A manifestation of it, yes.

Stranger: Life is not its forms. Life is the phenomenon that makes us exist.

well I nearly died, I swear I did but I woke up on the other side I said would you mind sliding the door back the otherway that way so when I go back I can take my time yeah I'll just take my time back I'll just lean and recline back and put my feet to rest upon the porch of the house of heaven

of course like a mouse in his dwelling just a hole in our house but yet the hole in one house is another house to mouse and who's selling the real estate umbrella conglomerant bought up an awful lot of it and that's what gotham hallways between the underground footcourts and parking complex that marks the bought and bartered marx critique of capital and liberal values

well I'll crib what you stole by playing roles,
stay emulsified,
I'd slip staying in vogue
with the major lapses in phase out pages back to
grinning acolytes
of grim sprites
in black tights
and dim gas lights
and the smell of citrus on her lips was actually hibiscus
this blood red tide was a hymnbook in disguise
grinning with his two black eyes lined in kohl
ground to powder in a bowl
allowed to get louder to get more malleable
than bowing to boulevards
and what is fame really but broadside salvo of shrapnel
I'm trying to be helpful
I'll get some aloe for that hole
cause that plant was a gift wasted on people playing basketball
face the long hallway crawl to the base of the tower
whole bass in the basement makes the walls shake in my home
I guess I'll make it a poem instead of wading into the lake with some stones



 the  the tricked herds of vampires; hands passed the drugs and the look that I think was from those couple years you smoked crack to block out memories of the past lost boys in a ring of predators, parents selling their spawn to a radius of evil


trip gutteral sorrees with mores of a more eel in amore feel his fucking forehead his burning up with chakras and electric bacchinals, hacksaw in one hand and that's the time for backing off



nostalgia and anonymous algernon and in earnest I'm allergic to the algee on jd salanger's knowledge of politics and analogous false alarms

can it with yout can lit you amateur nostradamuses and you pouting doubting thomases comas in sentences enters with question marks to ask you sharks to bask in shoals to crack like the cask you
stole from Basque merchants ask if the sea urchin on the plate at La Gravroshe was cooked by a street urchin Be observant of your circumstances lurking cancer in your neck was what you took a chance for asnwer to the questions question not only answers but the questions themselves question what sells question fan service when it panders question when han resurfaces pan on his flutes playing pranks tucks your shirt into his transformative horn on his head born of cornocopia I hope you listened real deep to what I said no weep over what you didn't reap but now suspend disbelief like a bridge sent tense sentence tenses questions answer canter back like panzer division tanks into berlin now urban warfare concrete curbs sit and stomp ya like reactionary politicking over dinner isn't the winning move grin and keep on stewing in your fresh squeeze organic juices if you think its true or if its rude or unsaid uncouth, misandry on the internet hurts dudes now  which tribe are you why are there these different tribes I'm quitting twittering while you're hurt deep inside that one nerd doesn't want to watch a shitty remake instead of hate-watching it and I hate watching it--take the fake malarchy and shove it up the great Richard Starkey where you lost your car keys to your harley davidson tshirt appolstered interior complex inferior Chevrolet Corvette--blasting death metal out the cup holder arm rests horse hair tassels hanging from the seat cushions and I'm pushing a cd into a multi-disk cd donut 

maybe these words like babies im cradling woke up crying would you hug them ?...who would hug them... who will help them when they're strung out on drugs and who would smuggle them through customs... would you ask me if I'm cain or abel then? osama bin? say to them you're faded like the ladies you thought were maidens now laid up in 8 of 10 fate of frail fatal friends sadomasochistic sophisticated maid marian and harry made the ferrying seraphim carry them there on his back like al buraq. there is a film over my vision like soap my living with bad decisions I spoke plaid jacket fashions catching on latching on like ropes now you're looking into future glasses asking if the future passes itself off as a suture over the past now will the future last ...well I hope...
who laughed who remembers if mustard gas was really a jazz number he crashed the cymbol like brash in the face of reality television reality now I'm drunk and I'm lying in an alley trying to con a man out of his watch like I watched on televsion Whether or not its relevent to my electrician I hooped the loop around the victim I hitched him to my roof and I became aloof

Poof! gone magic metatarsal and the cartillidge I've martialled around my arteries pardon me if I'm tardy and soon to be gone like impending doom on the horizon the freezing rhine or hearing all those pops and crackles and shit on vinyl I'm first responding to the scene of a slip and fall like lionel hutz with crutches much ado about this fool watching his own funeral Kumail Nanjiani is making ignorant tweets about mysogyny in geek culture well maybe if there weren't these vultures hovering like of course if women loved them they wouldn't make up virtual snugglies my curtain behind the ugly reality found cheeze-it terrorists and cowboys on the wild frontier asking if mild mannered easterners taking trains to places with no maps yet putting down tracks like chinamen in hats filling their pockets like the San Fransisco Grove elite roving for mesquite to smoke a pig head-to-hoof like proof to a sufi or a loofa to the two of you

now who's across the way from me
sailing through the air away from me
pace yourself running back to me


stop working for me
everybody in here
stop stop repurposing
when you shop I'm reimbursing things
talk I'm the nursery rhyme
don't be misquoting em
I'm taking people back cause you ain't folding em like chairs
now I'm a wwe wrestler and I'm entering stage left of her
everybody got nothing to do with
everybody's rubric
I am
the new Anubis







Seven speckled severed heads are lying in the lap of a runaway convict from the south of France and the people that were whispering him messages are approaching in the dark and feeding me things to write in this notebook I'm either making it up or having a borrowed trip in a suv that was taken from another person for an afternoon's use and left in the parking lot of a arby's beside the highway now if you're telling the truth to a false witness in the moonlight in delaware on a friday night in the middle of august and which organ do you think it comes from inside you I swear Trouble is rudderless ship and lashed to the mast the mumbling muse amusing enough but you seem confused and who's that exactly do I think I know well I heard it running through my family and my dead mom and my memories of belonging and longing for belonging now who is that kid on the yellow linolium floor of the kitchen and don't you remember what you did? the fountains made of lead going exploring in the dark now what do you see?
tell me what do you see? it ain't really up to you or me
the word's fickle and unknown to me
so you can either stare into the dark and focus on the on little children running round and saying things and whispering to you like the sweet nothings of a lover or try to recover
 now your hotel pillow is cold on the underside So who was the nurse that helped you learn to walk again and who was that person that you built up interest in like a bank account in the imagination of a fool but praise the wisdom in an adage as old as the face of the gardener at your estate in the country with a butler and a maid and you go hunting for deer You shot a doe in the head and now its becoming a meal for your family and it's a recent pursuit it's a recent pursuit



If it made sense to trade the estimate I took of tylenol bottles and beer and scheppes with guava juice there's vernors and arizona ice tea canada dry and v8 cocacola and more beer cans like amsterdam and the beer with the strong man and bounty bar wrappers and lights and garbage from nature valley bars and caps from juices there's a bottle of water that was 99 cents for 1.5 litres and books everywhere covered in dust and ashes. Perhaps 100 roaches in total? Not the insect. No sign of insects, nor mice. This mess is carefully orchestrated obviously with careful indexing and planning of the vortex method. Laundry at least was done. I'm thinking the Mage Sorcerers Crusade pizza box and xbox controller had to be moved soon, the pizza box downstairs and the controller and book off the bed.  The book had crumbs of Super Silver Haze There were pins on the floor as well, spilled from a basked filled with sewing equipment, best to be avoided. Obviously a trap for the uninitiated. 



blinking in semaphore your eye twitches like the legs of a new cadaver I wouldn't understate the importance of the dialectic slave master


personally nursey bursary cursing the honest earnest terminus of land paul barman back to sermon us grandly permanent perm and then determine the examining you do to yourself maybe some maybe none maybe get all self-conscious with it now I'm gonna vomit kiddie I got too troubled about what anonymous did to me now you can consider me fiddling trying to find middle c now hillary vs trump has become an inevitability when men try to mend well maybe pain makes mistakes seem better then smoke pot to forget her then
or retire like letterman why'd you pretend you were so dead set to win well met my friend said top deck what you lent to lost friends bot net audience loving everything now you've got sense to spend
suspend twitter accounts

TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE?

 Orgone collect me the pictures that drew me lecterns that spoke the lectures to me like spectres or inspector detectives with sweaty complexions in the office of the chief I want your gun and your badge on my desk son don't even talk to me I don't want your excuses if you want to serve and send herds of animals running for office Glaciers melted globally warm with my flushed face and hushed shhhhh, matter is jealous of form and so greed moves the world by an Invisible Hand Avarice had a triste with The Irrisible Man Malice makes grist of the individual's plan like wolves and you're lambs in herds he'll emerge in to murder your plans
collective identity said crowd around my corporate body and form my head like gza wu tang resurrected as the ghost of my pleasure
Ghostfaced like Jason
walking a precipice like epaulets obstreperous tepid water after 1,000 foot drop sweaty palms covered in chalk and I'm setting up a slackline gonna take a single step and if I drop I better catch myself because there's no safety net, I gotta long stretch to the other side or if I take a dive there will be a sharp decline in my health cause I'm gonna flatline


endless mind
it might end this time
like your friend bill nye

progressive ideology can decry my biology as cultural imperialism
but the vultures of the imperium are tearing up my bleary eyed dearly beloved nihilism that I'm not even part of
my hearts up to my sleeves with the eyes and the ears of the man bun big beard riding bikes to get ipa that tastes like squirrels died to make it time to break out of your cardboard box personality your friends up the alleyway are in a cult of personality with each other virtue signalling mingling ringing each others eyephones with photos of themselves alone at home

fuck the they now everyone's an individual just like you
looked like a pike out your forehead grew
more dead fools to reheat in the stew
deleting the new rhymes you wrote by mistake
now the worst taste in your mouth's playing chess with dave
wrestle the slouch of the couch and maybe go out
instead of whining to yourself with your own damn pout


honkeys man get beyond reason


All these people trying to ban it
and these trumpet fucks trying to go back to the land
its all the same to me to be abandoning
these tumblrite neo con brietbart mary sues making america great again
these gamergate twitterati
these hashtag all lives hashtag black lives hashtag smoking hash at an [8] posting g8 b8 in your comments section
is the record corrected?
is the pepe dejected
is the pee pee poo poo man a rascist or a base head
is the ghostbusters sequel a vehicle for positive change or an MRA activist's rage
a slacktivist's gay bisexual demikin neopet bronnie malcontent sucking a tailpipe of regret
a deathspiral I haven't 360 kickflipped yet
on DIGRA on lycra on Bikeriders on kike deriders on stormfags on men's mags on kale chips on sales pitch on some save the whales tip on Brexiters on redditors on sexual predators posing as enlightened beta males on Kratos on NATO on Ayn Randians on Hurricane Sandy and ban happy mods on sandy vaginas and dicks out for a dead God
This year was the year that everyone died
drinking lead for Flint
and dank memes resurrected an Egyptian frog maybe elected a president
and Hank Williams was still releasing new tracks
This year was the year the wind blew back
the overwatch pornography reminded you of
your vapourware girlfriend
living in europe
making chicken tendies
in your ruined imagination

these navy seals like schlemiels
with the schpiel of the holy seal for real rock galils


the last catch
was the baby in the bassinet
what the rasta head

was what the last one did



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tell me bout your aimless kids
and I'll eat it up like fibs
rhymes that look your lips and made them crisply hiss
whispering vespers of the queen's english like I've just seen the green lantern of the anglerfish
asks the angels if traditions writ in stone were hit and miss
reminisce before you remind me to remember this
summon seven events from beyond ephemeral sense
simmer all day on the stove then disrobe with barely a wince
spurned you with a look you took a glance at a glimpse
now you're scared of the words you mince
ramps to the blimps in the sky floating like shrimp
look of the tramp hook of the lamp look at his hands took her in hand booked in a truck to see brooklyn bands look at the landscape while escaping to france
don't wake up your parents
just a sequence of treacle we're taking to cannes what's in the can what's in a plan? tell me what's in your hand? tell me do have a plan b? A whirlwind of souls going in a circle now TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE?

dont get uppity
I'll abruptly take you back to custody
don't test me trust me if you rustle my jimmies their ain't no remedy
REMIND ME TO REMEMBER THESE
words while disassembling semblances of avalanches
tell me if happenstance is a phantom's anthem
drive me back to grantham from toronto yeah I swallowed my gravol and I smell Hamilton through the open back window
Golden horseshoe needing more screws

to secure to this stallion of industry
I'm eating scallions with the sauce I've been simmering
talents that are going to waste or ruin in ruminating in gin or vacationing in sin maintaining my virtues by being more resourceful I'm forcing my way through the open back window cause there's no opening a portal in the real world seal fur means real food for little girls my mind whirls while the sounds of your brain boils now I'm foiling your plans before you can find the oil for the magic lamp now your own green lantern tragic phantom anthem for the ransom game going on in grantham








this lovely image of you
pictures that drugs drew
typical hypocritical oedipal liberal
double indemnity visual novels
living in literally hovels
isnt it marvellous the squabbles we sound like turkey gobbles
and I've got hair like Fabio
and she's oggling before I vamanos and she rendezvous with the holy ghost

















everybody going
if you can catch me, I'm running faster if you can get me
where are you going
yes I'm rowing faster than boats go
merrily upstream


a bullet in your head
what was it you said?
put your problems to bed
well im trying my best
but is my best good enough
when your mind is in a rut
or is it someone's way of making
you feel better
or better themselves?
I wonder to myself
If they really see
you as an inconvenience to them
so just go away
then they will say
what a good boy
that boy really was
yeah things didn't get better
until he took things into his own hands
the advice from the old woman
ringing in his head
what was it you said?



what you costing me
i am the awesome beat
when you wander in off the street


pretend your dying like bowie and make a gift to      
say goodbye or look horse in the mouth it doesnt make sense to my precognition that rhymes would evade you like the reasons for superstittion like these times are just the beginning like religion
my mind is an organ with bad decisions

at first it was wrong
or so you thought
but now you see
on your colour tv
that things were all blue
but now they're green
if you know what i mean
what does it mean
i dont know what it means
now my mind's all confused
and I feel abused
like I'm black and blue
now you're turning mean
and I'm turning too
and now its curtains for me
but how certain are you
that what is seen
is whats really true
maybe truth is a screen
like clip on YouTube at 240p



oh uh oh
that's what I said
now everybody dead


THIS RAP IS NOT MINE IT IS FROM YOUTUBE COMMENTS::

QUOTE
sweet jok sweet hok i love book i love cook i want to stop i got eyes on the rap i need to hear my ears do lala lAA LA llaaa i got ice on my vine i got to take some ht rain i want to stock in pain i love rise feelings they love ice bain i have clouds fame i need to hack waves nedd ollala la i have a paper plain i need to travel all places oh that damm ppl want irplain i got only dolas in my poket jeans are cut i want to blzme go go away i have taxes on my dean 
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hi how are you
eating lunch at tartu
straight to the carpool lane and snacking on the bar food
don't get all existential like sartre do
maybe get a little introspective like marcuse
hark who goes there
is that you R-2?
gutting cigars to make a blunt like a harpoon
far from the harbour at corfu
my corporal court martial like this is for you
pour vous?
more to sort through
my sword'll sport a new blade by the fourth flu
don't be morbid orbit a new crew
my new zulu two piece on the evening news
now who can choose
between tuesday morning or wednesday by noon



how do i feel or rather why would I feel tides roll away still my eyes still roll inside me
lying up in laundry the hands took fast like merry christmas mary my dysentery my lack of singularity things were getting hairy we were talking about Sherry I was walking through walls like boo scary who are they this noose could hardly thin streets in italy will become a maze

so i asked her what was her name and then she said
damn man don't you know the refrain
look at the beginning of the song you sung
listen to the toll of the bell or the smell of the skunk
hasten to the place you went last time you got drunk now tell me why'd you walk so far out
why'd you walk out


No matter where I'm always there now who cares now who's looking into the eyes of the disguisess of my surmises is dumb in the face of cryptograms or a hip eye exam to the unhip looks like blurry letters like this fetter on my line ran from berlin to pound sterling my mind's my girlfriend now that time's the world's end my curling fingernails are falling off like toenails I tried to clip I read the freudian slip when I tried to avoid it rhymes embroidered with the foibles of the coded message

tell me where you are now that twitter took the messages you'd send me and broadcast them to ambiguity
now who is rueing these tomfooleries robbing jewelry stores from telephonebook seats






I am this
Iambics
written in sanskrit


The gradual hype is building now that elvis left the building and now we're all chilling with evils
my mind's got boll weevils and but I'm not enfeebled no I'm jumping like Knevils. My car is like an artist to an easel now I'm rollin in the dirt like a weasel Calgary Stampede type landcruiser vehicle





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Thisby and Pyramus
eating tiramisu and myriad of various dishes here at mamafukoo
now I'm going cuckoo with whose cool
protools beats like gza and the whole byzantine empire of mysterious metaphysical bonfire non-Being that non-exists outside of Reality.
But how's he connected to us then, and I guess that makes us need them.
The hierarchy of the church which the earthly manifestation of God
but now the idea of God is dead and we're all reading Nietzche and preaching to each other about what other people teach us
I think the idea of debate is a good one and if you you're rated X then you should tell them
and in relationships with other people you can find God in each other like a community of Jesus but then you're lying down with Jesus and that doesn't seem to please us personally but I'm sure other people like to to a certain degree and that's okay cause it's okay to be gay with me just straight/white/male/cis let me be me cause I'm not trying to oppress you and if I had it another way I would rob all the banks in switzerland and split what's in my hands with you Tramps in campers too trick the stranding strands of the tryptophane and dip into the crypt within don't trip it's the dead coming through with the many limbs red so bread through the limbs hemmed in with a springroll rag doll unforgiven Now I'm trippin on some mescaline cresting a wave coming up with the next tab setting in dressed as a indian I'm culturally appropriating my midlife crisis with the desert sand the desert sun setting hot by the world's rim overalls unfurled by the swirling whirls of wind curling the hair round the ears and X-Wings fly in a V overhead



into the lair of the people that don't care
he's that hebrew in mohair with the slicked back hairstyle
yeah it's gonna be awhile but you might as well wait
you might as well make other plans while you're making mistakes   

while you're waiting for next jam
while you're falling for phishing scams
while you're relaxing on the beach and a thousand marines start unloading from boats
like a million ants with extended magazines
which way is the way to the invasion of norway
 my mind is a sheep and I'm counting my dreams

pussy basket?

aluminium dust from the aluminuium plate I've been cutting on, the exacto takes a page from the signature to replace with a coloured picture of the churchill society taking purchase of the hot glue and circular blade
 the clamp secures the cover and the glue along the spine begins to set in place
guillotine the sides and along each edge.  sweet dickensian sleds and pudding of a severed head and avuncular mourning dress the handshake of a mensch the incredible lengths stormed the banks formed rank and file of files and papercuts

keep on leaping over puddles of water, sorta, the sun just brought up say tomato say tomato saint franscico say carrado opasada gotima and dasvidaniya ostolany and the foster mommies cost the commie professor trelawnenys the rastapasta platter you promised me cross the promised sea to the promised land with the sand and the palm trees cross the florida keys or crusade to indian and south china seas from japan all the way to madagascar beach keep on thinking like I'm your daughter my fairy tales and honour sailed like snails the long fair song sayer and egg layer in anglais er.. no failsafes long scared and now I'm beyond song credits no edits just straight to number one post on reddit from two seconds after I said it wait roll tape beep jeeps of vips docs all ripped strips lips with long hair stripped of his long hair dipped dipstick stick it all in there sibling gone his fair maiden its medium rare to say okay then let me demonstrate semi demi legislative bodies illegibly scrawling on the walls while eyes balling like spalding bitch was calling me all morning while I'm trying to get horny times you ignored me now why am I so important?


I'm calling in crimes binding books like orange rinds I'm sweeping off the linolIUM chilling with lost time and my man ryan who got a cyan sweater and a habit of teeth grinding, flaw with the jaw under pressure like some diamonds now I'm colliding with the bride of dracula and the wack tactics of immaculate conception transforming into beastmen like at least let the yeast live my vegan friend comprehend? wanna lend a hand or are you chopping off them going golfin with a hook and a look from your robber baron offspring got nothing but gluttony and a ticket to the ballgame now who's got the remains I've been praying over for days now the last icy rays of the sun begin to tfade away
shit I got got nothing on the phrases of ages of blazed the male gaze of fraiser craine and niles sipping sherry in denial of how much they make now I'm trying ot congregate in the city that congress made speaking englais the wrong way now do what the song say




i got elegy allergies
watcha telling me callicles
tel aviv mentalities in well to do localities



Things all changed now they're going back the same
and if that's cool with you I think you're lame
Now my eyes kept blinking in the overwhelming darkness I thought to myself I would appropriate a headdress from a culture that I killed out long long ago
you think you know but you're dying out in the cold while a hundred years ago they had a hundred names for snow
now we're making up a language and inventing some vowels don't scowl at me here's a witch's cowel and there's Simon Cowel looking like he's proud of how he treats other people with honesty
well maybe it's just me and no one voted me trustee
my eyes are getting krusty from blinking against the sun
winking at no one thinking I'm someone and not someone else
my voice is a magic spell now explain away the times I wished you well
Alterior motives and votive candles supported by shoulders I've avoided like audible orders my water bill soared the second she started to shower at my place
in line 5 hours to buy a mind eraser now I'm tired and debased
my higher place smiled down and said admire her waist buy her a place in front of your fireplace her smiling face


Sleeping is confusing for a mind that's amusingly cruising now trying to booze when replacing weed with other things for my health makes sense but like a million X factors I just can't take the changing events
like this city's just a cage of the age coming to an end
might have to listen in to the town crier in fighting trim
eyebrows out to the brim
flashing some kind of admiring grin
whatever luck was in his good luck black tooth is feathered out like a bob dylan hairdo
well I'm turning in the mirror and I'm wondering who
you think you know me but you haven't got a clue
Hey bulldog!
Don't you disappear on me like the lady on the train
now hitchcock is directing the detective as he's going out of frame
now If you make sense or make pretense
why wouldn't you know what these changing events meant
It's like I'm blue in the face in the winter in the cold
but it's summer and I'm dumber by the passing of Go
collecting 200 of what I really shouldn't blow
now the days are getting longer and a mind is a crow
KAW KAW
You think you know me at all?
Flaw with my jaw
you think I'm funny at all?
haha
I'm getting slowly dumber by the passing of the clock
seems you're either riding my jock or play acting like spock
keep all eyez on me like tupac
I get that you're in Germany but why does the interminable worldliness of the herdigerdi that you hear on the street displace all the faces in your short term memory
and why do the hands of the clock pass each other every hour like the changing of the watch
 and why do you just keep play-acting like spock, yeah I get that you're in germany but why are you trying to be a robot
or are you just robotic when it comes to me
Automatic your eyes are like the secret recipe I need to make it tasty
 I've done it a thousand times but now we're play acting so hasty
for real it's a damn shame
The hands around my hands are connected to a crane they're lowering me downwards like breaking new ground
I've seen you around I guess I'll see you around
so waking up at night and sleeping upside down through the day is my way I guess it'll have to stay my way
yeah I get youre in germany but why does that matter?
you should just leave or at least write me love letters
I think I'm a fetter just tying you down
but I guess you're slowly lowering me into the ground
Yeah I get youre in germany I can't say I agree
But it's your choice to make I guess you should be worldly
I can't stand the distance and why am I even in love with you at all? 
I ask myself the question but I've already started to fall
out of it but now I'm back into it and now I'm back out and sleep would be easier if I could just black out
 Sleep is so confusing for me why don't you sleep beside me like a stone I'd feel alone, instead of connected to someone like on the phone beeep beeep beep
yeah I get that you're in Germany and I'm in Canada
and that's okay with me Guv
and I get that Canada has no culture to speak of
 but I'm creating one yeah at least I'm making one.
now show me what turns up

why am i always in love with the same girl, i think I should just replace my mind with a tilt-a-whirl
it dont make sense like bad grammar and John Searle why wouldn't your language games turn swine to pearls
or Heidegger to Husserl

courgette e-cigarette

like a french person playing starcraft

coasting over the coast of nova scotia floating like an overlord duke like beauregard, got the whole squad chilling with the coat of arms of a cobra's claws


canadian classics
doing mathemagic with some asthmatics its the birth of tragic
curse my adjectives I'm going backwards
hacking words apart so spectacular the verbs they're coming out like action words or action painting art Jackson Pollack parking spot at the shopping mart got yellow lines spackled like what is cars? gutter as fuck bars over the sound of some chick cumming hard dumbing down darts so off the charts we're going dutch like gimme a part playing jimmy with the scars like lemme just see one side of our sweet and sour chicken balls lunch special I got left over from last week kiss my right and left ass cheek words are like casualties actually I'm passably passing for harassing these women simmering on the internet Send me a Pinterest now I'm all up in the eagle's nest on a regal quest like der spiegel steven seagal drinking stiegl out the war chest


try to harmonize
now you're traumatized like this almond eyed chick that i saw one time


pessimistic death was esther's cousin best of a bakers dozen lines the ovens minds the covens of house husbands a lapse in wax there's not enough of grooves to explain the facts in wack stats or hacks coughing black or burnt in ovens now I'm racked on the rack exactly in the place where I'm discovered or like Big L last seen now if memory was a serene scene make me a sea bream tajine make a green face with envy erase plenty or watch sentries on the watch saying enough already pass the celery pass the elegy for eulogies and who are we to soon or sooner be lunar landing these unsanitary tongues so languidly don't get angry with me don't get angry take a handful of the mammary for amnesty if it pleases your majesty


#bars

bitch if you ain't with me then get action painted in a jiffy


well then I guess the efforts getting tougher and if I take some uppers then I guess I'll suffer later huffing paint or matron hatred kinda ostentascious maybe block their faces out with oscillations maybe fossil fuels or tonsil stone chases up fire escapeses my tapes is lapsus happenstance of chance or forces like I'm not sure of course it's me requesting sources now I'm Orson welles of Norse myth teller spells It's me recorso it's me my torso cut off so nice like real horrorshow my dorsal fin in morse code spelled out DOORS OPEN pour yourself a drink and try not to think of Bridget Bardot Ok then?

tell of answers to questions I've cantered like horses like northern dancers of course my fantasy was a force of nature the sort to complicate what you contemplate for weeks at sea on the costa concordia leaks water tastes of lager like these bubbles are an augur like romantic banter take the slow canter make it lancer make it back for take it backwards with a cast of last day ash tray castaways now passing jays last may the spring fell into the inkwell now the sink hole's got demands and I think she knows what you didn't tell tinkerbell like the sound of 7 hells makes a mystique of all the carnivals the barn burning dharma and greg battles eggheads broken and caralled like cattle that's it chattle get rattled now saddle me up with gravol for the travels now I'm rocking 4 kings in full havel's
Throw pebbles sounds like trebble damages rebel alliances soviet era appliances give me psoriasis in my eyes'irises pyros with fires for pirate ships buy our business in drips my last name was the kick in the ribs bit of the bite bitter glib now what it is
waves breaking
line up the two lights of the beacon for me then  


well its building like hatred like flights like aviation if you say to me patiently who is living in your basement who be paying your way on this paid vacation who be whispering in your ear what you're saying to me lately
and you aint even gonna say what you see in him baby

take me on location to locations complacent in case you be spacing trying to phase out all you tricky vibrations all you pencil thin faces looking in places you shouldn't look so throw the book at the vagrant I'm waiting in the waiting room just patiently pacing and if you think of the jar I'm basically mason now who's chasing me, jason is it you casing the place listening to neko case in the bushes
my mind just gushes like a gusher when it smooshes
I'm lugubriously lusciously oozing with hubris
cause I had it but i just never used it

too many mcs like what? I thought you liked rap?
used to think lil wayne was wack now I'm insanely into that
been to hell and back so many tell of it
relevant to being hell bent on the elements of hip hop like
why are there always four like the name for death and shit
I need more like where can I get me it
Let me just get a little sweaty like
I'll just be myself if you let me
That'd be great like Wayne Gretzky
now I'm Drake just paying debts to lil Wayne like he needs another jetski let me be me like Stephen Colbert on TV
Moving to CBS like he's the King of Comedy
well excuse me because tragedy actually brings catharsis through the back alleyway
Today's a Good Day but in a sorta Cali way where every day is a nice day and you don't appreciate the sun rays like someone in England may


we're born to suffer and die but I don't know why
I don't know don't be blue though
you'll die too though
jacques cousteau couldn't get deep enough for you so now I'm Pluto
king of the underworld smile sweet as glucose my two closest friends are like who goes there looking cool in my sweater made of mohair
got nothing but despair plus a laissez faire type of not giving a care knocking down houses like oh were you living there

whereare you now my mind is a vulcan hands are a falcon like milleniums are mycelium tell everyone I'm everyone tell celery hands her grandandtoy green grew scars are now a brand I'll wear like a tan on my arms
makeshift charms hand me down socks to darn docks to sit in scorn on eating corn on my typewriter type might bite you type to write you cryptic messages in bottles in the sea
hubble telescoping scopic drive brothel in which I reside now my nine lives cut short like chives
muskrat hat and cussing black words  in from the outdoors
crumpled



sneeze i caught ebola rap
I'll smoke a bowl of that
looking dapper in a bowler hat

straight to burundi in a hyundai from the axis mundi
take off your bindhi walking over vents is windy
do the lindi hop with cindy crawford in a tank top
jet to bancroft
we're going bankrupt off these rancourous pits with rancors
sarlac canker sore hole in one at the golf course
Of course a strong force through the concourse opens up your pores like a song chorus
like a sphere with a hole is a torus my divorce my horse in the race type of court case at a poor pace made your taste get more sophisticated like borgais
caucasian chick with huge sunglasses and two corgis
ferrari car keys
andy milanakis
block these visions from your memory with foggy type of poppy
then top speed in a jalopy
to the top of these rockies and eating broccolis with the congolese
in a Ford Bronco running from the police
bunning tons of the green thundering dunderheads what you wondering?
one direction and I'm punting things






waiting in the  line for lunchtime
gonna be some time
some people have a hunch I'm right
cause of my sun sign one side of the coins says the punchline
other side says deliver it deep fried
that's a cheap lie disguised like some people sighing when they sit beside eachother in the bleechers at their junior high
like completely clueless
please be truthful if you don't want some creepy rudeness
see the truth is people aren't oomaloompas and its all about the chupa chupas
with bazookas circus hoop jumps turkish hookas market brokers eating cold cuts paying cold cash but really they're your bucks no daddy warbucks but he can afford us gorgeous portraits like the Borgias vast orchards and torches to light hallways with in his mansion and that phantom he's always with take her out dancing if you can follow this

dont be fooling
if you want my two cents
dont be feuding
you gotta use your illusion
dont get confused son
choose it now if you wanna move it
find a groove kid
dont got to be complicated
people love it or they hate it
but people jaded and faded so you gotta take what you made don't bathe in fake hatred or vacant stares of complacent people only doing what's adjacent
I'm based beyond on the space of where 1,000 people congregate
ego is bravado though don't be deceitful and identify yourself with your conceit fool peep new consequences before you leap dude, at least prove priesthood equals spiritual freedom because to be truthful I might have thought that when I was youthful
I'm not meaning to be boastful
I got a whole pack of joints we could roast though or have a toast or just chill be sober cause the major flavour is all about your behaviour good or bad you got to understand we all gotta live in the land build a plan with some scraps for our children still I'm sent with a pen how am I supposed to pretend my way to a benz my friends the ends my friends the end
now I ain't no simpleton
dimpled kid with with a crippled pitbull asleep by his sneakers I'm tripping off no sleep for a week buzz I'm leap years ahead of he repetitive rhyme nature sedative rhyme inflate your ego we know all your people hate ya secretly I'm breaking the news to you as gingerly as I can but do you're asleep on the mic and its weakening the land