Follow the shadows...
Neon River's Innerspeaker...
Tool Up...Glory to the sense-making machine...Cartesian Sieves for all...Labor, Sexual, and Violence....Dualized Organization....Ulysses and an Olive Tree...Splat Packs Sweet Cheeks Scrubbing the Cave Wall....Grinding the Grounds...
Coffee is good.
Two the end never gets us to the end, so maybe that's the end? Let me here you scrub the ground...TALK TALK baby...Neon River Discoveries Inc...the meaning...you found it...you are h-ear to share all...again, and again....Dualized organization...
Two the end and bee-yonder...stingy poo adventures....
SO LO: No Collaboration
Dear Neon River...
Barricades? No Collaboration?
Somewhere in-between? Thinking whatever we like? I think therefore...Cartesian Sieve? Constantinople? Here I come Grid Masters? POP! Waters? Ancient?
And TONIGHT, live, Oedi-poo adventures... dualized organization...result is anew...SPIN...Taketh me to the greatest table set invention of all...Merica'Neon River....Cave Wall....Killing Moon....Ancient Waters...Terrapin Station....FLASH (Indirect Light)....Imagery...
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!
Two The End
...never got us to the end....
..into the light...into the ever changing light...He will protect you....we promise, cross these sticks and hope to lie, stick a needle but not in the eye...
Paper, Scissors, ROCK....We Will, We Will, ROCK you...HE IS...it's this room, it's this yellow wall paper...it's this encode to his big papa rico decode...an evevescent communication, the tacity, saying without saying...those brands, that watch, the rover, oh baby, come on over....but the yellow wallpaper...she's loving the controller plan...
Boy, the Harsher...oooh la la...
This Grid...She's Electrifying Encode among HIS IS Followers celebrating the M.I.L.K made blood orange extravaganza....Did you catch that Beyonce Side-Saddle cover...what ever could they possibly know! But this is the new and improved American Democracy as a fucked up veneer with a very different kind of behavior...SMILE...I mean it looks great, seeing is believing, the air we breathe, the processes of underhanded behavior...shhh...that's that mindful rigor stuff...why even consider when life can be this easy...Just a goosestep away from American Democracy as North Korea...and a disneyfied deathcamp down the road....MICKEY!!!
This is going to be a HAPPY Place!!!
..into the light...into the ever changing light...He will protect you....we promise, cross these sticks and hope to lie, stick a needle but not in the eye...
Paper, Scissors, ROCK....We Will, We Will, ROCK you...HE IS...it's this room, it's this yellow wall paper...it's this encode to his big papa rico decode...an evevescent communication, the tacity, saying without saying...those brands, that watch, the rover, oh baby, come on over....but the yellow wallpaper...she's loving the controller plan...
Boy, the Harsher...oooh la la...
This Grid...She's Electrifying Encode among HIS IS Followers celebrating the M.I.L.K made blood orange extravaganza....Did you catch that Beyonce Side-Saddle cover...what ever could they possibly know! But this is the new and improved American Democracy as a fucked up veneer with a very different kind of behavior...SMILE...I mean it looks great, seeing is believing, the air we breathe, the processes of underhanded behavior...shhh...that's that mindful rigor stuff...why even consider when life can be this easy...Just a goosestep away from American Democracy as North Korea...and a disneyfied deathcamp down the road....MICKEY!!!
This is going to be a HAPPY Place!!!
She's a Shadow Show Horror
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
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
When the .... Maybe Capitoline....Shake....Speare brings....ALL.....ALLLLLL....ALLLLLL...the cool-looking.....BOYS, BOYS, BOYS...to the Yard....I remember the matriarch of the family...she had the kids fuck each other...shhh....this is the Best of the West.....
When the angels in the mirror are true...shhhhhh...SMILE...even if we are entirely fake bullshit...like a unit branded as family....and to know the western shake...oooo la la...Ulysses...beam me up...right up your glorious hole...something about dualized organization...result is anew...labor, sexual, and violence....SMILES all day...AmerIcan....Idol....
Boys, Boys, Boys....??? Boyz, Boyz, Boyz...??? Like Abra-Cadabra....That Triangle...The CHARM of the middle ages....That Radio GAGA video...she did like the Frank Zappa studio...but who am I...who is she....the mirror has it these days...angels among the visuals Kiss and Tale..."abreq ad habra" ..."hurl your thunderbolt even unto death" ...Envision it...through the looking glass....and lighning bolt through a forest scene...a Turtle among the rain water...neck out...upon a nature...a loud clap of thunder...the turtle's neck...out and proud...not even the slightest flinch to the lightning bolt spectacle...through these fine ages...the grateful dead....that door among the fire...opening...her arrival...but when among his image...surely you are ALL found rather than entirely full of shit....SMILE....oh say it fake ass love...first name, last name...we all know your bullshit routine....prayers for heavenly hell....The visual your spineless shit needs...Be brave in the mirror...be a warrior...be entirely full of fucking shit, spineless coward...have your go at me, til blood do us part superficial fuck...
Shake the spear....pitchforks...fire...the shadow show language has it...police the words...the new and improve United State...Utopic Universals for ALL....Cleansed....Sanitized....no decay...purity ring assholes for all...
He keeps it tight and upright...incentrator angels...She keeps it bleeding...poorest of all embodiments....shadow shows....mass destractions...reason for the season...in his image...need not apply...
Boys, Boys, Boys....??? Boyz, Boyz, Boyz...??? Like Abra-Cadabra....That Triangle...The CHARM of the middle ages....That Radio GAGA video...she did like the Frank Zappa studio...but who am I...who is she....the mirror has it these days...angels among the visuals Kiss and Tale..."abreq ad habra" ..."hurl your thunderbolt even unto death" ...Envision it...through the looking glass....and lighning bolt through a forest scene...a Turtle among the rain water...neck out...upon a nature...a loud clap of thunder...the turtle's neck...out and proud...not even the slightest flinch to the lightning bolt spectacle...through these fine ages...the grateful dead....that door among the fire...opening...her arrival...but when among his image...surely you are ALL found rather than entirely full of shit....SMILE....oh say it fake ass love...first name, last name...we all know your bullshit routine....prayers for heavenly hell....The visual your spineless shit needs...Be brave in the mirror...be a warrior...be entirely full of fucking shit, spineless coward...have your go at me, til blood do us part superficial fuck...
Shake the spear....pitchforks...fire...the shadow show language has it...police the words...the new and improve United State...Utopic Universals for ALL....Cleansed....Sanitized....no decay...purity ring assholes for all...
He keeps it tight and upright...incentrator angels...She keeps it bleeding...poorest of all embodiments....shadow shows....mass destractions...reason for the season...in his image...need not apply...
5 Blood Oranges, Unicorn Tapestries, & Well...Live, TwoNight, Head on the Line, Gemini Feed on the Television, His-Tory considered, A fire & The Shadow Show....
When there is so much talent...she had no eyes...the artistry, like the artistry that mastered the artistry and played it by the numbers...wait? Plastic Pyramid is the ancient world, and the Ziggurat...wait...Pyramids are the ancient....Adam and Eve....Lilith....Wait......Palestinians and the Philistines, Mycenaeans...Wait...In the beginnning there was cock...In the end....We all know how to fill in the...blank...he was drawing blanks...we all followed, but the camera saved, so fuck it...Live in his image....Reason among this fine season....something about Plato's closet?....In the closett?.....But when all is GAY!!!!????....When a group of assholes with a rainbow flag can assert she's simply Gayyy!!!!....Smile...To the mirror and beyond....something about, well...I mean with all this splendor about to explore...I saw a moon reflecting upon the water...A white sperm whale...Echo and the Bunnymen...Safehouse, Safe ship...Oh Captain, My Captain...Hello Mr. President...she's on the suicide plan, so he can live it up in the mirror for that glinting moment of ecstasy....branded as eternity of course...I remember....it was a reflection on the water....that moon...I was off the plane...Swan Diving...I crashed through...This language captured it all...like granuals in a sandbox...A castle made of sand...Hendrix had trix...Silly Rabbit....something happened eventually....in his image was the TICKet..Tock when the clock...the season gave us the reason...we smashed our flesh and blood upon the cave wall...we figured it all out...our masters even helped us...Again, 5 Blood Oranges, Unicorn Tapestries...A fine play of the senses...American FreeDOM TwoNight, Live from the Television screen...To be embraced, as an erasure...In the mirror. A good lad. A good girl. Saintly. Loving among the image. Earth Angel. Professional. Here, for all the shadows to realize a light seen...and as for her? A light without the I's....To appear before the yearbook picture head of hair facing the camera...but that pretty face...it's the front...it's the forward...it's the being...it's the existence...Who is Plato anyhow? Why would he be such a focus...Venus....Retrograde rotation...more to the story....shhhh....I mean, when it's mickey and a cross...congrats bodies in the mirror...you have your golden ticket to a fabulous chocolate factory...and as for the order who follows matters...including the design of the splits upon a static medium....shhhhhhh...and as for yours truly...My lot is of the lowly designation as we spin around on both fire and rock...Who could she be now? Let us smile in the mirror....say all the right things...and know it will hide everything...even if it wouldn't at all....I remember playing Red Rover...something about come over...Like White Rose to Red Rose...but enough of this nonsense...back to the new and improved animated imagery...and this entry point of consideration...a cave wall...Comedic Relief...Golden Showers...Glinting Splendor...Wise Tales of Mirroring Demeanor, bobbing up and down...When the milk made the maid...play it by the numbers and you too will be safe and sound....Let the sun shine upon your mirroring image...everyone will follow your lead...you are totally the elevation you convinced yourself to be...We all believe you...if not all of us...the sycophants who make you universal will believe...it's a pretend ofr the intend...rise loves...Like wax wings to the sun....and dry sand to catch your fall...You are at the center among the production of wombs of which you did not create...the shadow language upon the cave wall will have it...this is "your" time...Enjoy!
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