What the hell is going on? bird flu epidemic, a swine flu scare, what’s next...? Flying Pig Flew? How did hoof and mouth disease get such a name?
Maybe Cancer might become chancer over night, a tumour turns into a rumour at the dinner table, a terminal illness can now be seen as a simple term related illness at the hospital check out desk, even death can be revised optimistically to breath, at the end.
symbol structures that define you and your world – might entrap you – mentally, physically if you let them - new language provides a new path out of totalitarian states (inner and outer). Gno Word Order. Why don’t all those immigrant yeast spores fly back to the star system they came from? taking up our jobs and resources. Immigration, huh, do you think that the prefix (im) versus (em) can really help us when looking at migration of human beings?
I think that humanity should be able to traverse the globe as global citizens, citizens of earth, you dig, a nomadic-migrant humanity. I think immigration, the word, causes more than half of the problem concerning foreign migrating workers that wonder far from home, and then get portrayed by the satanic newspress, often as a straw-man, an immigrant.
From the point of view of valuing all humanity as citizens of spaceship earth - we are all migrating beings, you dig - depending on the time-map and language-metaphors used to describe any individual. So now, the immigration wing-nuts, who fan the flames of racial hatred, dogmatic communications and straight up racist lies would not be able to produce havoc surrounding immigration if they were not a part of the conspiracy to use immigration language trickery as a decoy, a straw-man argument and a political hot-dogmatic word-world-war potato to help raise the frustration, chaos and blood pressure of those on the receiving end of the warped messages and imperialist lingusitic deception. Crazy i know, but just hear me out here. OK.
if you missed it i come again. babies and gentlewomen, butterflies, all the "Unrepresented natural whorl'd" to come > In birth, birthing NOW wording, yes. All this is coming, everybody is coming. it's called the revolution and I Acrillic, Agaric, that's fly agaric will be an avatar for something like it, but not "It" cuz it is YOU, when you actualize the new world, the new age, toss your calendar in the bin. it's sinn, i am Pagan. here me...i say i am neo pagan, that means i am with the earth, she, here soils, tyo rukh/phul ke ho? [what tree/flower is that, in nepali] Acrillic Rowan Atkent Red Blackthorn Brazen Nut! nuts and friut, the most common mushroom throughout all fairy land, and not a soul seems to "show that they know it" some BIG secret? An agent of evolution contained within a seed planted in this Revolution. me Fly acrillic spinning a whole new calendar/seal language from my fungers in a freestyle lingo to show my sincerity and care for hilaritea, and justice and crying out for peace LOUD. Poetry, i am the poet, the return if you push me and so i am the second coming, right out of the tomb, sleeping for over 12'000 years my spirit arise like your eye's alight the skies ablaze woid is born, and again. I'm not afraid to use my poetic heritage to spill facts on chumps about "Trees" "plants" "animals" and their role in 'Our" history, they are everything and us, but now we sit on the verge of destruction, like two suicidal lovers [maybe Micky and Mallory] maybe but on the edge, and then....Woid is born.....and it's me who brings it tyas-ko phul khah nu hun cha? [Can you eat the fruit?] Like the local drug enforcement were at the first day of creation, no don't eat the source, oh no, naughty devil, evil women, ate the APL og no, what now? erm, make war on anybody who thinks that god is in nature...."God is in me" I am King, bring me my supper now...etc etc.....get it? No? well err, the Trees the great tree of Mugna contains in itself virtues ofapple, hazel and Oak. No joke i grow around oaky doak steel works didn't eye, go ask Alice! Hazel is the Poets tree. really that's not just a clever rhyme, it's true....i'm really cryin here....tryin not to tear up too much but I'm here, fly agaric and bwoy have i got news.....I am the stag of severn times, over the flooded world, borne of wind, i descend in tears like dew, true...look at me over there i lye in glittering tinsel towns, and yet mycelium roots hidden under hills Clent, Malvern, hereford, Warster. War me....War me lyk.....I fly aloft like a griffon to my nest on the cliff, i BLOOM amunguss the most spectacular flowers, i am both the Oak and the lightning that strikes electric eeled and reeled lightning bolt one legged, shade foot, mycopoet, mushroom defender of HER, nature, come with your bulldozers and sleep at the controls of a 10 tonne truck [civilization] out of control, i'm pushing on the deadmans handle, stop this train.....i wanna get off.....i'm a poet, swimmer, drummer drowning in 21st Century metaphysicks, too bright for my own power flower source, to in love with Fish to sound sane, too: over enthralled by certain Bark's that i'm laybulled "barking" i'm over over come by Fragrance of "Dolmens of Ireland" overcome by facts about psychotropic roots, to everything, the whole mess, mopped up with mushrooms, you kiddin, itwood be crazy....[wipes eyes] folks running around speaking gobbulday guck, jabberwocky, spellin all bazzerkatronic, never heard of beatifick innovation: whatch you cat stare into space momentarily between chewing cat nip. THERE, GOD of cats, behold a pale horse. Behold the Alphabet and the Goddess, a poet gone mad in a prophets world, poets lay praying like Buddhas, Buddy saturdevas, banshees, Goddess yes sitting still. Like a Tree. Just like a tree has stood for six million years six billion stares from different creatures just strivin for light, change, language, a cat......does it not strive for language....and I teach the councillors their wisdom, i inspire the poets, I do....I rove the hills with just two books like a raving roving bear, grizzly i roar like Winter sea in blackpool, and i fly agaric like finn, like Horus, and like jesus, come again, again like the receding wave. Who but fly agaric to unfold the secrets of the unhewn dolmen? 2062 B.S [Bikram Sambat] Clay water wool and blood, wood lime and flax-thread full DNA twisting Yosh yoshi, full twist: The Nine of Nimrods Tower. [babel Loth Foraind Saliath Nabgadon, Hiruad. Dabhid, Talamon, cae, Kaliap, Murriath, Gotli, Gomers, Stru, Ruben, Achab, Oise, urith, essu, Iachim, Ethrocius, uimelicus, iudonius, Affrim, Ordines. ogham's friends > These are not the Runes witch are German language type stones, this is food of the gods, a world of Trees and plants, nature herslef, herbalism and it's reconnetion to Poetry, authority. How many months are their in YOUR year? There are thirteen i say i say isay thirteen, a new octave, phase shifting post kwantum jump, into hypereality, 28 lunar mushrooms, the stems and branches of trees which surely, must have.....must have...born ideas at the least in man? the wind of river, rise of sun..yes..The flower petal growth patterns, forms and functions, trees and species and tales and berries and altered hyperreal real trips man, you know like trips and like wow this is an amazing tree, better Hush hush this one, called it jesus or fly agaric or something, you will find in English there IS no WORD for fly agaric, this is latin i speak fly agaric [fly killer] which is a lye, i just put you too sleep, but now i want everybody to wake up, finnegan askew it you and you, everybody...your all equal, all got brains and hands and limbs to build and march and make peace and bring love and all that malarchy, but how you gonna present this to the monarchy...erm....excuse me miss, we gotta change your calendar, your language and your drug laws, excuse me...my names fly agaric, i'm the worlds greatest living poet, i know it and show it when i spin it, into your royaltea, your oily spoiltness. Gosh washed down with dry blackthorns, a sip of river stour, and a then a mouth full of fevers, enough to kill a mon, chlorine in the water, taxes, embezzlement in muzzled nuke deals wanna make you puke, same old same old rich scotch stinkin, red faced bizzness men, dinasaurs, dying of greed, on their way OUT....the rivers are getting cleaned up like Charles bronson became Julia Butterfly and it was genesis wish, Justice through life affirming actions, growth to bring change, real potting and creating of space for plants, but...i'm not really talkin my talk tapes to you peeps, my kind loving intelligent audience, i am squarking at the big Birds, the main playas, who will not read this poem because it' already going going gone way over their heads, heads of state think my poetree is anything but first rake. Some say thou art john the baptist, and some Elias, and some, one of the ancient prophets risen from the dead....pick up your pens my brothers and sisters rebirth your ancestor spirit with ink, kick up a blinding stink, tinker away at your arts until you can generate enough power as maybe 72 big farts and just blow government out your ass, take in a big deep breath through the valleys, from HER, Alivia the real real world, far from cameras, roads and bars, breath in through the lost valleys, through the unnamed lakes, 60'000 of them, and then blow government and dogmatic reality pundits out your behind, bzzzzurp. And Poetry is born, telemachus sneezed and gave birth, come again out the tomb, the poets womb stone, the head zone, where you is yourself, don't let nobody tell you nuthing but yourself, but see ignorance from that view, but Ignarance is impossible with TV, not Cause TV is bad, but because there are so many channels now you watch what YOU like, what you know, what you ego feels comfortable with. Wake up from history people it's a nightmare brought to a Screen near you, it's eating you and me, but i'm fly agaric come to tell you it's trying to eat me, but i just swallowed it whole, language swallowed itself and gave birth to a Muscarinic anatagonist: knu part chemical, part poetic equation which saves lives. By doing this in a different language, i translate for my RNA, and for you...Phig trees are awake or was i planting seeds that pissed em off so much? is it just beacause i challenge their god, their gods, i chew em up and spit out their husks, i say "So strike me down you son's of bitches" each day and still i watch the birds fly high at sundawn, the newspapers are still delivered and the ocean still breathes a deep sigh of relief, the blues spill for ever and ever, god in all things, in everything and so not in a single Sigil, temple, word or spell. Hell does hot scare me, but pictures of Young soldiers of god getting blown to smitherines in iraq does. Who else? but me to bring the age of the moon, a new age of new calendars and merrygoround amusements, who can change the hills, mountains or Bough's as i can? who? where? Ku? I am the womb of everywomen, i really mean my POEM IZ...queen of every hive, shield to every, innocent, lost, hungry, diss own'd chiles head, i am now a super cunning poet who invokes prophesea, i invoke Timewaves for seafarers, wake surfers i sing praises, celebration, my voice, i am.....Woid birthing....happyness and i am salmon in a river or a pool, eaten a gold ring, Oh lord my belly....i am still the Lions roaring of a winters sea, and on i go....into the darkness, emerging as a ray of sun with a new plum plucked frsh as daisy froma plum tree, seed imbedded inside no need for manufacture, it's DNA abundant like oxygen, like water, but not for free. I am a god of druid fluid dynamical systems, stems and branches exstend around my museum or forest show room, i am a skilled artist, i am also twenty five battalions, i am an OX in strength, my powms inflated to the size of the globe, i'm swallowing all boundaries and limits, Woid is born onto the edge of an Abyss, how long till world war three, and will it be televised or will it be before our very eyes? I am the world and it's over if you want it, i want it, i take the weight of a revolution in the minds of everybody onto my shoulders, a poet from the future, on an American adventure, here to save the universe and kill the baddies, with nothing but rhyme and love for others, demonstrated by confidence in my mouth, to hand, to eye to knob coordination, and compassion to hold back 5000 tanks and unlimited flanks of troopers, running with live ammunition in 6005, a crusade hidden behind a panic and a regular public disturbance, the media spin Dr. Pundits
killing meaning and poetry every day, and each day i get stronger, my raps get better and longer and stronger again, and i brake the chains holding me in this electric chair and wammo out out, awake and it's......NEO....standing there, a dream he sez don't scream he sez, everything you know is wrong, reality is a story fed to you by the powers that be, but it's too late for me, and Holywood to wake you up, a movie Huh, is this a joke, Christ still in pain and suffering while war profiteers still profiting, how fitting Christs warriors and world wars, holy books, truth, ownership and laws, Dogma, Eugenics magik and more Bombs, and i am gonna bring it all to a stop Now with these whispering drums, these whispering poems of peace, to excorcise all demons, prophets, taboos and so called new papers, so called Pope's leaders, official representatives, where are you? hello...hello....is anybody there? this is 2005 right? Earth? huh, i here to early, y'all just gonna sit and give up on birthing a nation, birthing a new age, a new people, new and beautiful like lovers rolling amongst flowers, these flowers are ours, and all things go back to her, mother matrix momma earth. Don't doubt it, i know we all have our own woids for it, and please forgive my own waxing poetic on it, but timewave calendar seal discs spun like records by the priest who brings in the new year sound like a valid shamanic practice in 6005, the DJ, spinner of the discs, sacred scrolls wound upon vinyl, grooves carry feelings and moods reflecting seasons and gods, MC's bring in the revolution, It's happening everywhere, it's just the airwaves are jammer spammed with automatic machine DJ's playlists so empty of music it's called clear channel because no real "Musiq" actually comes through it's channels of communication. Real music is meaningful, packed with revolution and passion, full of knu languages independence, a maverick approach, from the street, the underdog, the unheard and nameless, the annonymous massive, we run music like the way we run poetry, and this is for all of you babies and gentlewomen, all of you who sit and wish and wonder and ponder the bullymen, the rough and violent ways of a dominator culture, on the verge of a new Partnership civilization, where official contracts between governments and it's suspects, i mean subjects, replaces wars and rogue macho orgies of Cock technology, shooting it all off into space, shooting it around a tube and smashing sperm into other sperm to look at the little bits of sperm interact and them call em names and write a story, a fairy tale about em which is unquestionable and yet....meanwhile the other 99.9 percent of humanity half starves to death, carn't catch a breathe in the social chaos, the rules and minimum wages, weed smokers pot in cages, lovers and poets forced into the wheels of corporate industree, if your not with us your a terrorist now, see, i seen this a little while back and so i filled by back sack with books upon how to slay the beast, the fake priest calling itself "God" and i learn't how to disturb it, for my own Evil and megalobibliomaniac wayz. These raps turning darker as the truth gets brighter and nearer to me, who switched the lights on! like dylan sez, and i dream on the couch don't slouch, love grouch some cats know this, they drop illness like Shaman, get it off their chest drummin strummin paints and breakdancinsing gekko Ginseng it say it clear, seal calendar getting born this smorn, woke up with the horn, woke up and John Zorn was sounding like my poem, complex cycles of sun/moon stem and branch seed banking, the Trees the trees, please here me, the Treestyle raps will bring the revolution, the words will spin webs with poetic plebbs, amayba logic, maybelogic magik and it might be tragic if the wrong officer reads my raps and takes my talk tapes down too deep, wants to blow me into next week, with all this time travel, this true gritt, gravel Acrillic [down on his knees praying to the goddess] Truth, wisdom, peace, kindness compassion who can ask WHY. Its self reflective, obvious on the tip of your tongue, YOU cannot be wrong, but when a group get together and want to inflict terror errors emerge, and were on the verge of world war three it seems, but we all still enjoying our Ice creams, i bring trees: [Hazel, Oakholly, Ashthorn, WhiteRowan, Birch Ivy, ElderWillow, Alderthorn, Vinepalm and mistletoe] ode to Rob Graves and forgot one or two corpses, but the Truth is SHE earth > gaia, our mother, mutter > she IZ all around us, born unto us > in language watch your street names grow veins and start bursting with brazen rayzens, bursting with hazed purple mittens, her hands grabbing for us, asking us to help her, speak woid is born, birth to nature in gesture, the language and my sandwidget iteract with Mayonnaise, i tryin aiy eye? at least i'm droppin live. It's 05 so where you at? who's live for the life force, no money no family connections, no government backers, crazy cracker lawyers, nothing...just me and my pen.....my ship set sail, off my lip > mail comes sweet APL agaric crimson in hue, Which grows concealed in Forest Celyddon, we are all Don's brothers, sisters you are princess, and that don't mean you can wear a crown, or a fancy gow'n, although crown is nice...yes.....we can use this, a crown of blackthorns from my school, Quarry Bankrupt, Industry found Electricity and left me for coal dust, and the thickets still grow through the smog, through the social fog and pollution and wars....the trees, the Ents, they walk and weave and grow like Gaia's fingertips, creeping up and into our visionfieldof > the roebuck$ in the thicket. And poets sit cross legged, calm. waiting for Spring already, singing ancient songs of LOVE. Attraction, bringing planets here through rhymes and reasons to help us, a call to our spore core family, we are interesting so....come save us....we all don't want to enforce WEestern Logic, Christian Science, measurment, religion and war and Hummers on you. really i speak a truth you must hear me Clearly, more clearer now i move nearer, a toaster comes closer, to dose ya, read and bleed like jesus, don't get croix keep your legs crossed, i don't critic ART or culture or motion, just the ocean of things which "Sleep" brings, i sing my songs and dance around, Look...
to me....to me.....and search for a better world, a better way, a love world where we can all speak freely, groovy, yeah and be merry, use our peaceful technology to communicate, have fun and be happy, so....why am i not happy? because i am changing the nappy of "George Bush and Tonee Blah" Blah, i feel "better and fitter" than these people. i'm not disrespecting them, they are all equally coming Buddhas, but their ideas are crappy, they have no good rhymes. They don't know how to hang out without their friends, family and security. Pussies i would call them, and so i continue i my mission to bring a brush to each Kid, paint and canvas speakers fresh rhymes and free food, everywhere. Stop the war. God iz Dead. Please read Kneeche he knows what i meaN, my dog is dead and i'm unddergroud. Who would deny that Nature should be our sovereign? Huh? How can a river, an ocean, another living creature be anything but "Her" She mother earths DNA code, Gods, eyes, legs, all Coded like this text like my uncle jams Jones, i'm kiddin but not stoppin till i got hip hoppin flip floppin over the gates and into the vaults, language and culture have come. The time is come. We stand on the doorsteps of power, its the hour of change, Revolution is coming and its feeding back until it reaches a new phase shift and SHE is wise, fickle, ninefold muse, primordial ooze Omnibroadcast news, DNA sono Bio Luminessence. And this might be called spammin when i'm just jammin out the only way i know how, no time to edit, no way, in the flow, now YOU know........i just make this stuff up, and then drop it with a passion to make groves in spiral gyra donut star systems, spinning sugar sweet fly sucker, awakening, resurrected and to be perfected, here cumz Eves Rearbooty
spillin til dawn till i yawn and lie back with my head
on the ege of the bed - dreamin - stargates cogs and spiral galaxy
travel - woundead whorlds like cream stirred with sugar
in my coffee priXion
Sure thing i'm humble as pie super baked bird
plane, kamikaze freak home rule comet flash out the sky. Bck from before timespace beyond
me and my peeps used to live in the pond at the back of your house with likkle doormouse,
we run with wild grouse, door louse nation > Alphabets are off, c ords pulled out wall sockets, but lights still shinin low.
lower lights tribe beat tanned tawny star bulbs - manga tanka vivid proseody. octosyllabik carved my dna
out of a block of jello. hello! "
noway! tiss true - i wobble as you gobble sweet raspberry - merry pie sized cake holy jiffy - contents spillin from me gobblets, aerospace pirates wanna go play star wars > i got knu's for your navy blues > live's with the sky, ocean eyes the hues of this postion, Azure deep whales know what i'm sayin yeah - 1o'000 leagues under the sea it gets darka, i'm down there, with Leviathon, Hobbes and swift's tale of tub, Rubber dub dub plate - walkin a straynge new land, born into debt from the second world war -
my folks were drafted into it by Newton. Aristotle put whisky in my Grandfarthers bottle. Same doctore put him on milk cheese and alchahol In ireleand > never met im, but i'll never forget im > [as i swig from the bottle for Belushi] Lenny bruce talk dirty but intelligent too - but most foul mouthin fakers seem lyk a really bad joke - a sad adult joke - makes me wanna puke in the jukebox > over them unpoetic tradjick approaches and encraochments into mysterious innocent young posters
End of the football season tickets sold out , poets bailed out on the woid, or were they hijacked and gagged robbed and burned shot and set up for suicide? poets of Sun/moon don't forget, thats never too cliche. Che she planet flows, all creatures, people dont loose it. Dont forget your galactic heritage - star born - Dont let hate sickreate itself into your sight. whorlds still ours. always wuz cuz we be the divine kings without staff and with graff. turntables microphones and a name to come, if you invite me to jam i'll bring kazzoos and me drum.
ratta Tatta ting. and yeah - i gut
swing unta skins. Grady tate's great when i'm curlin like a Buddha i'm learnin, fakers and taper's hoax shows of my flows, what i mean, sed sayin who knu and who knows?
no charge - all electricity on the field - shroom guide to dummies, a cyclopedia in yr/ tummies.
I'm born of irish brummies, yeah straight out the Industrial Bull ring of fire, bit like detroit - factory minds built by Marx Engles Manchaster slums spread evil capitalism. heh hem > each weekend kids still die on the street, lack shoes on their feet or a "GOOD" thing to eat. four reel > ill gangs and thugs still smoke the wrong druqs but with a mycological atalas in yo tummy you just start te'think it's all funny > teacup fury freaky brothers, i just entertain cuz outside and in > tv's just payne and corportate gain. again and again and again
Words our kraft what we own, our poetry a radioactive field of protection. defense of meaning like it was my dog. defense of the craft freestyle > from the heart of no nation no agenda, race blood > Just healthy life lows just believe me as i weave
you - and breath me into frost. most high tracked bounce track to track boom bass snare snappy. Although white my afro beats nappy.
I'm playin the kid, my conclusions illusions and i knew that much. remains unamed lessons in yangjung wrong
theory, like leary tuck tiss sentunce and spun frontspace backblurr curvizz refracto morpho actions. What.... "shapes" i gesture .....[onward.] Up and into the future - pushing for a solution, real;ization. encouragement for my otherr peeps who wanna just wright but wunt just let go. let loose. Fight the powers that be, slay em each night before tea.
Clear Channel 'poof" goodbye. No wires with just two texts finnegans wake and cantos bring Internet straight to the sauce perceiver - ridiculous you might be tinkin at fust, but baby baby please believe me,
if the heavens fell tomorrow get a copy and swallow the cantos and awake. somawake and study till you bake and your tongue turns ruddy > Until cherry red lipsick appears to draw itself onto your lips, bringing your family closer, the familiar sketched in a mirror- tattooed onto your skin, a poem > de revolution in the minds of the people. steep and tall order, but odd numbers never been my forte. new scientific breakthroughs are being made, the chains of law> broken. Resurrect - direct - so eat well gather your strength - stop hatin! start marchin and gettin jiggy blunted > responsive , prepared. Not so scared. Freestylyn for free for unity
between all MC's, web sites celebrate mostly party
saddness kills me and i am drawn to it, remindead me of my own loss, in my own life things missing,
absense the toast highest formation of pressence. Pressage of my gills brings golden juice to switch on the lights of new dawn, new age, get up somaawake. it's time heard it echo! . get up awake, todays the day - the woids baked frum the grave we splinter dogma like it was logs, keep eyes peeled out like dogs
Independent no joke
im still frsh out the yoke mathematical dope krunch table twine table tableau rosa - mind chess crest on my vest - eyes playing games behind my back at least thats how i'm feelin, animal farm gets brighter 1984
Oh why in the presence of such beauty and bounty would you try and stop the clock - broken for 4 years.
I'm from the future
introducing masterplans, escape from planet earth with marching bands - beats to propell the sons of the sun, the daughters of the sons of the muthers matix arc malarchy. look up, the sky still sits amongst it's background, with it's own problums amongst stars and galaxies. loonies in power must be stopped, must be you might thing - at least, presented with some good food, andsome great music, mebbe they all gotta just get down get over it laugh get plastered and take shrooms. yi hee. be happy and skip about and act enlightened. I'm being sarcastic! can you tell? - the smell is your past work rotting, corpsemanure in the pastgrave, written and smitten. what's written dead on it's footnotes So i bust live from the hive who a bee acrillic maverick returned in times of disaster and panic, what the fuck else can i do, tread carefully until everything returns to "NORmal. I'm brewin kryptonight on the wheels winding flows till dawn if that's what it takes i stand the ground, although it's just ground up rice cakes.
Empire of a donut glazed monster face lift!
cosmetick tocks time for your knu nose job, time for
your tity expansion - "implants" - credit cards,
mobile phones > whatever makes you happy,
well,
if you knew you'd prolly drop a squid in yer nappy. Likkle braun nuggets of truth phill my draws, i pooped myself cuz my rhymazones squirly, don't know if it's jimmy dave sammy or shirly. it's late. No - it's early. merry gentlemen
and women i'm spillin for thrills , might bethe illist > I'm deff called "crills' > growing wings and gills so i can live under ocean. respect is nills for trash talkin leaders, eye can see thousands bleadin for uncle Bushsammy? > disturbs me Like Ivan the terrible! Ghengis khan - killers
thugs pirates, like a macrocosm of the local G crack dealer - global speed pusher and coke synthetic monsanto monster clause, i'm disgusted by the chemicals put into kids food, it's just rude man!
wot cha doin? At the supermarket why you gottcha put bright Candy, choco and MSG filled Cows bones krushed up and called 'Kids super hero gum" you fuckin sadists. ?
I'll, come put pounds shillings and sense inyour makers
Safeway noway - wal mart , crewl stagga lee
Sears go figure, in fact most money makers don't wanna consider the other options. Luckily super bionic critters are here!
no more sicko posters here -
playin off each others ambiguous puke,
united in sour stale adult banter. wack and slack, go step outside. cool of your macho self and penis.
Praise mountain, the crystal computer. praise trees and grasses for goods sake. yes, i mean it might feed ya, My poms from the heart i'm blunt and honest today -i always thought Bucky fuller had the mobile house made anyway,
whats government doing - people stewing > whats anyone doing? well im goinf off topic bck to the supersonic, back to the building of the revolution in the minds of the people. not a moment too soon my minds on the moon, pullin waters too and fro > soon soon i'm patient. Just sitting observing drip drop beats and rock rhymes but not running for congress. i'm not a law changer, policy maker, meddler in others bizzness.
Arts for change or just that we don't yet realize the power of our farts, if in unity we can cause a big stink, imagine if we filled a whole ice wrinq -
what a smell > shoot hell what a stink new world order slushed down the drain pissed on. Control stuck inside alphabetical prixonx, break out!
tell your fam and pops, time to write your book of spooks, speel the wheels, entice thrice greatness deep within your being, channel the flannel which washes the face of a bass line i ain't describin cuz you gotta feel it.
carn't learn too mcuh. some might step away when i open my mind to the vultures and the critics > deep thinkers: thought police hackers and wack exec's.
there all out there waiting for people like me. fresh faced genius with a hot cup a tea. boilingover off the temperature scale, blah blah, i should remind y'all agen what i say ain't set in stone, that's my punch line, i don't stop,
respect to plurality but what we are doing is shortcircuiting gravitea, reality and authority.
don't believe me ask yourself, what ingrediants you see left on the shelf,
microphone [ dusty and unplugged] - takes my eye
i have waited and contemplated the players and craft builderbrothers - The cannibals of Europe are eating their litter. zukofsky make a rich man puke, angleton gave your aunties heart attcks. Unbutton your shirt now baby, it's info for sexual favours, i'll tell you the passwerd to my "skull and bones ' mens club. No nation owns me, contain or refrains me spittin > these truths spill over hills and mountains, far and yonder hey listen i got sumthin to say > i'm acrillic
not a critic, i've been shinning all day. hey,
wots up in your local neighbourhood? who's the baddy the robber? who distributes your facts and how?
Bread line was left to guide me to back to castle, grab my sword and cut the kingdom up into 22 pieces
split em and be as cosmopolitan as i can make myself, afro celt tibetan irish bards, made of nothing but love - yeah LOVE i said it. sey Cheese. Thugs need love and doves and pigeons. gang's just describe a group in the plural, but with added social moral poop. Here's a scoop >
most troops talk poop and peace talkers talk piss. in fact all the preachers talkin more stinky manure - funny to see donkey dropping splatter stunkle out of knowers gobbs. worries at the same time though. Angry mobs of knowers with horse manure falling from their chops, smells like the army, smells like the cops,
i'm droppin science in the name of humanity, meaning gets twisted for rhyme and your sanity.
Don't stare just continue like that, i'm not fruntin, don't wanna prove nutt'n just grove and add sumth'n - fly agaric muscarinik flavour naughts - element zero at each momoent i perceive, i read the notes on my sleeve about building stargates
to lands of Ellingtons standards on rotation. be bop futures spontaneous, beats carn't be heldf, marchin bands, snares rata tata rap slap rim shot, flutter like a rattle snake tale. A male, big one angry rattler must think of the force, no anger, no hoarse. [i cough and think to myself am i proff] from cambridge or oxford, or is this ox crap which spills from my glands?
am i in the runnin
got a point you recognize?
re size the universe and put yerself in, make a edit and feed it back to the sphere - medias live don't feed it in 0h phive. become the media more and more each day, microphone pychologist everythings possible, most stains washable. frum worsster sauce i first dribbled, from the UK you might say and then i woke up dribbled to the land of the free where pounds shillings and sense mean't nuttin to most > no beans on toast and marmalade no > decent chocolate in the 711. I'm in heaven 20 years ahead, but 12 years behind in my blind, gagged and bound hijacked state > love you all, i'm here to help
i carry raps i got the torchlight tight > tonight i sprint wirless back from the primordial ooze, dialed and projected i'm sorry if you observe me as absurd, abstract or silly. yo, my names cap chilli call me fly hash or crilli. it's the twentyfirst milly according to many but each day is your own event horizon > your chance to become fully satisfied. remember the past when we was not under threat from the returned nazi storm troopers? and the propagandists. i recall my youth when i tucked in the world to my stinky shorts and farted between nations. Creating inflations and economic situations that effected - as it turns out, over nine other nations too. holy hole in a dionut. i'm doin it live. shoutin me gob of in the name of cheese. havin fun readin yes i seen john cleese. My projects funky half
finished never spell't wright cuz the empires aflame, set alight by Dada, Vico and Voices of Joyces ghost's, Hi ho > a toast !
to escaped scribes > drove mad by a world in a straight jacket, hooked on nothing put the bright packet. cozmetic souper kosmick christmastime > bring the truth in a broth,
Suntergrass, grass and yoga maps to the cosmo alignment code. tricks to puttin chakra's in a puttin line, knockin bones into alighnment, wishn i was a chiropracter of this government. last night i dreamt i was a poet and woke with the cantos impressed in my nose, Adams and Kung Fu fightin it out in my temporal lobes, straight to the flows. who knows > ninja cuts cut and transformed, rewound plus six, damn!. is this thing on.....?
