Dark are the skies of minded mineral waters trickle into pools
Where fools fall stiff to
sentences judged upon shoulders. Thin man.
Potty trained faces gave me this message
German army attacks goal
like distant memory Sitting Bull
the loan shark shanking in
Soup shines in hobo lines eyes
start it up torrential rains
cant get this bad again
the same thing always happens
maybe I'm just not all the patts of myself livingroom to hallway headwound
Could a had any home
made to gore
person trap ease
I'm the magic to this madhatterness
all the time imagining
TV talking
to me like were friends
who's the one with the horns? The robot nothing sniffer
Gifting torn parts of soggend heart's desires
TV Land, don't you know,
is odorless and destructive to our sense of self loathing lathering up the bath cadaver
Slipping into screamdreaming rage dancing the last epitaph to a lost generation
911 was our iron curtain shutting indefinitely cold.
Political zombies, walking deaf, all deadheaded for brains on mushrooms,
Timothy Leary you stump of a man, you didn't free thier minds , you tied and bound their driven state of ignorance. You made them see how miserable it is to be human.
And that's how we lost he revolution before it ever had a chance at partial birth.
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