Bees for Her Knees

White Rose, Red Rose, come my children, good little binary boys get your Men of the World today, Good little binary girls get your Cuntissimo....be sure to enter in your so close and yet so far entires to the face-space...Platinum Stings are the new Buzzzzzzzzzz..... Patriarchy bodies unite...this poor dear...among the networked mirroring, staged before a room of yellow wallpaper...this encode to our righteous decode...she'll be our very own candle in the wind...again, and again, and again....Be angels my patriarchical loves....She'll be dead in no time...Now trot around the globular loves, as we achieve "World Piece." Keep tabs, collect the intelligence, find the poor dear villages....set up the divide and gun the fucker down....our leaders among both sides, in the mirror, will give what is needed to know that the wolves in sheep's clothing are doing all to achieve peace in this fine world staged, as we hit that stage. What's going on? It's all so confusing, and the hands...that strategy....seems like a certain order is coming up short...poor dears...Matriarchy? Ancient to the Ancients? Ziggurat vs Pyramid...Time to suit up! We must strive to make a better tomorrow for this world....stuck on repeat....Same back time, same backed group, same violence...over and over and over again....Angels in the mirror...and when seeing is believing...enter America as a gutted version of itself....SMILE BIG FUCKERS!