Thank You Oakland. Thank You Berkeley.
I mean when the Rolling Stones, Cream, Steeler's Wheel...IDK...any other kid just jamming and trying to play the Delta Blues...and I mean there is the Delta Blues, but she's too Blue....so we need the little kiddies surfing on a rocket...to be like their latest and greatest hero manufacture....culture machines galore...I mean when it's all about the Skilllzzzzzzzzzzzzz....the mirror is your master....and I mean when you have the skill...surely that is your drive and entire existence...to make it and in that way...in his image...a reason for the season...tragic autographics leaving the dream....shhhh...oh no, she's bitter and jealous...entirely mapped out...on display....after all, the pyramids have it, no? Where was I?
OMG, let's literally go to strawberry fields and take a picture....something...
No, no, no. We need universal. We need larger than life? Angels in the mirror! Humanitarians gravitating toward the safe and sound gentrifying (milk does the body good, capitoline booty call adventurers for a "good cause." red rover, range rover....), live at the next horseshit gala... On top of the pyramidic world (Aphrodite's foot upon?)...SMILING like a Ron English starlet...
Have you seen our facebook feed...instaface...look at the imagery...look at the scenes...
His Decode to her Encode...no need to ask his name....He's sooooooo fucking cooooll....just look around and see......oooooohhh la la.....
The New West....Democracy as a veneer...Wolves dolling up in the old symbols of a past generation....different behavior...but seeing is believing, the air we breathe doesn't exist...the process of beahvior...what's that...just smile like a North Korean goosestep...no rigors of mind...just the ease of living...a complete fuck offering...OMG did you see my friends band last night...the one that imitates everything by the numbers...did you see that instaface feed....and the Radio by the numbers....they are playing them on the Radio...just like the 60s, 70s, and 80s, even though it's the complete opposite of the artistry at the time...HE SEES IT ALLL....SHE HAD NO EYES...Some like it Plastic...Others prefer a pulse of an actual flame...Free-DOM and then Freedom...when dead scene irony is all the rage, looking the lively part....
OMG he can put us on tour, just like her...we are totally doing the same things...shit...stop the bus....everyone quick, look over there, it's a giant venus fly trap eating a slippery dick...quick, take a picture...
when the kiddies love master of the puppets, figuring it all out and so early...it's magic! The mirrors tell us so....
She should be HAPPY like us....it's totally the righteous fucking way...the life worth living....I mean...just look at us....blue paint coloring a blue sky...metaphysics? harmonies contextualizing? processes of behavior? I mean it's not in the mirror, much like the air, why all that when everything can be so easily found and in such a stunted fucking way...
We know what we want...
And yet she's a superman it would seem...Irony, indeed, is a dead seen...like Marilyn living among suicidal tendencies...what's happening to me....play it up to the mirrors and win...but why this need....Eleusinian Mysteries...Plato....what's going on...these faces look like angels...but that irony...something about clothing...oh yes, wolves in shee's clothing dolling up sheep in wolves' clothing...but they all look so kind and caring....I mean on the news...this just in...another dichotomy play...and dichotomy sandwhich....the righteous bodies of two sides, in the mirror, struggling to understand...to strive...and yet the poor, poor, dear is all caught up in-between...world leaders striving for peace...nothing in-between, just dichotomies, like Israel-Palestine....violence...poor dear village hits planned out...among the two sides fighting to protect and yet those plans...these tendencies...Matriarchical types...communes...loving one another...time to fuck her up...kill the ancient bitch...strike up the controversies...spin the intelligence...spill the blood..and breakout the candles for the moment of peace, love, and kitty boo boo fucks for the camera...it's just such a confusing, terrible, violent, world...and we the heroes...we the wolves in sheep's clothing are doing all to protect and bring forth world peace....Trust us...I mean, look at this face...see these smiles...forget arranging behaviors...the mirror is the only matter that matters...let this mirroring domain be yours...and when the kids are fast-tracked....you're absolutely on your way loves...We'll be at the Grateful Dead Concert on the lawn....You'll make it in your own way as well...falling from the sky....SPLAT Flyentology pack...
...EnVISION it....this way of experincing the show...we can all bring white roses, scrub brushes, and squigees...We'll find that motion in the ocean...you'll catch hard love (like hard bodies, plastic surgery, barbie, War-Hole plastics without the Warhol, Basquiat self-destructing among plastic love) in the mirror, the new and always improving American Dream....when it's all said and of course done as the shadow show language permits...we can sell the red roses at a hefty profit...even shoot footage for MTV by the numbers and a few live tracks for Radio by the numbers....maybe Kim Jung Un can drop an edorsement or two, brought to you by radio DJS in their fucking 50s and 60s still carrying on like they are in their 20s...perpetually...I mean when it's butt rub dollarville USA...All is well that looks well...She should just be happy...it's the golden ticket for choclate factory access...doesn't she want to celebrate the chocolate bunnies with us upon res-ERECTION...why do we eat chocolate bunnies during that time? Fuck it, SMILE! Grinding on that cave wall...so many products...so many opportunities...just look around and see to believe...IN HIS IMAGE....She's not on the map, but she's totally mapped...for the mirror tells us so...she's going to be cornered...our little superMAN....the word, our guide...We are the WORD, We are the Hue-Mans...pick your variety...and dance shadow dance...I mean, if this isn't fucking living, I don't know what is...Get your motherfucking Free-DOM today...
I mean when this global extravaganza can be all yours...why want she play nice...there's so much here for everyone to enjoy...look...
...it's the new sensation...INXS....like binary love...
The Ice Cream truck has arrived...
Is she mocking our version of togetherness...that crescent moon...that dichotomy sandwhich live on television...but it all looks so happy...like a colorful new klan outfit made out of a rainbow flag....just look at all the shiny, happy, people.....Patriarchy to Matriarchy? What do you mean this is violent? What does that Ron English Smiley mean? We are the world....we are all just the same....come play...
What do you mean folks of the 80s understood a particular dynamic when the WWII generation was still predominantly in the building...It all looks so fucking happy...no hell in sight...all is well no?
Rag Doll Dance?
Door creaking in the fire...but we fast-tracked our way to understanding...we get it all...it's in a book...it's a reading rainbow...we've got the ticket and the door to the chocolate factory has opened up....it's a cavernous entry way....packed with shadow wall entertainment...it's all good...don't worry, be Ron English happy...
come in...get comfy...enjoy all that is offered...you'll be safe here...
What? We are a side-saddled operation...Beyonce and JAY-Z? What do they know!
You'll be fine..you'll have shelter, food, and all the comforts you like, so long as we play in the way our side-saddle ops needs for ALL our little children to play, ANGELS ANGLING for HIM...your are the good. The righeous. The professional. The geographic access. She on the other hand...that nature....we've got our plans...just keep it nice in the mirror loves...
Headstones...Lightning Strikes...Water...Terrapin Station....Door creaking in the fire....but you my dears...on the safe ship...Oh Captain, My Captain...He will provide you with everything you need...Irony and that Dead Scene looking alive...you figured it out with such ease...burn the library...you know you don't know...What, it's on the internet?...presto...abracadabra...digitation...You are all good little children....your rewards await....cigarette anyone....maybe a stick of bubblegum....now all together...let us blow....the candles that is...time to celebrate...this is your victorious life....We LUV you. Family Portrait...Digi-Venus is the new PEN-IS, like Morse Code Understanding....Taps on the Key-Bored...It looks so creative...What do you mean, where it came from...who cares...it's on the internet, and for a low-low price. Pyramid Pumps, Doll Pumps, Penis Pumps, Pleasure has no Gender, Fender Bender, Mariachi Wonder, Team America, Sex Seen, Pump, Pump, Up...Hills are Alive...Tea, A Drink with "the Jam" and Bread....Sunbeam...Does he want you? I bet he does!
He's International Realism....She's International Liberalism....That's political theory...pick up the book...but when it's the Intern-ET....phone home and in that way loves...it's so easy to have the map these days...map it out loves....map IT out...it will totally workout for you...like taking a boat from a storm drain...that worn path...flowing with ease...Toys in the mirror...toys in the attic....Koi Toys...
J'en perds la raison
Dans la mer du Japon
J'en perds la raison
Dans la mer du Japon
J'en perds la raison
Dans la mer du Japon
Gorilla Toys...Psychic Toys...Boy Toys...Boy Noise...Damien Line...Oi Oi...Shadow Show Adventures...She's a rebrand...Oh dear, poor dear...He's living...In his image...providing like he does...all the reasons among this fine season...THE (HE IS) Black Hole Suprettes DANCE...ECHO CHAMBER...DANCE
