stay put

Maybe everyone stay put

So that the winners can relax.

Id to take advantage

Id take advantage of you 

as a being 

But Id have to say it right now

Not to turn the tide but to see you roll from what you where to what you are now that I have made you

         them royal flex feel right to conquering 

Sight to the reward 

     In my loss

In you are win

In gosh

      In there isn't a 4th thing

Only in threes 

                    As you walk winning            living the win

Away free 

                  Ly.           I was listening to Radiohead 

You a 2pok 

                    And it would care about how he spelt it

         Who needs to spell when your winning

    Him death no longer 

Living the win you 

                                      It                  why would words mean nothing as you lie     me in belief a win

As you win in 

                                Rotted corpse sound

Nothing 

               What a game      a spider 

When the leaf engine gold love attains

    Majic without word

Or religion 

           Or the religion you career 

Or fake

             Or god forbid actually 

With smile broke back exhale

    Have real vains feulling leaf through light 

A breath in is difficult 

                        When majic can only difficult 

An oppont   

In battle

 

   Leaf vain vale working sence 

            A single ameba 

Thought a single ameba            could

                     Meme hard as conservatives

Meme these days

             How would a claw 

Redifine itself as a loving hand 

                                   Touched in dark sex love

                When eating you 

Walking away for the win? 

                                       

medicine

 i feel asleep once with a pill

             it didn't wake me up 

because thats the pill

for the real i should have      yet  its 

                   what i could only describe as the senses made to

                             stay sleeping

and when i wake up to pee        its let me hang myself to dry 

upon the already made hooks        husbanded by also pilled 

rotted corpses             jostling     for         disappearing acts of reality 

so that their lies can symbol top hat      the constitution of      music

                                                    if only chemistry acted as a child lock 

on the pill bottle i ritually must thumb    

                   and the husband         will farm            not water

fruit or                    vaccine                  that has and will always be taken care of

                    no its         action                        make in wrong        they can make

          you          

so that they can have space

                        to continue doing the fill now with wrong for space to fill now

with wrong for space

                                                      a pill bottle   they     thumb ritual 

as i do      regrettably                                 

colander wielding not

 the holes in the colander bowl separate 

  metal made steal hole punch have been thought of

         it seems 

                enough nature           she defends and breathes sun and hunger mouths

a balance

                   laughing at the our word balance a light not and 

not not 

whatever is a different thing to not 

when both words wood ent be seen but will

                         because that road isn't the way to think of it

so typing fingers is the only way to do it

      drinking with music is fun

i'd do it with ear buds so to keep the quiet out side my ears

                                    i'd assume as much noise outside has 

with enough nature defending itself long enough to breath the sun 

      to expel what i need

would it be robot or politic to break the in and out

                                                   would it be them or them

for i am

              but not enough to be blamed 

out the holes in the colander bowl

                             metal hole punched 

but as different as a not and am                          words 

         to type are different in hole and kept                in a colander bowl

what would be a rotted am inside kept living

                                  and life nature     breath         confused 

as much as a nuclear pill spread mushroom          death and win

                    to one breathing and one not breath

the science found to one

the win claimed to one

the lose to many

                               a colander bowl separate

made holes and not holes        the big things separate from the small things

draining easily 

the not and whatever is the different thing to not

                                                                  a choice big and small take your 

side     

     made steal hole punch has been thought of

the spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley

            but constant till it passed     

fiest 

when to get off

                                                thought of to be 

and there is the not

                                      arguing yes      to

whatever is the opposite of not       arguing yet 

          to type quietly       with music        listening 

ear buds so to keep the quiet 

                                                                    breathing expectations

living in the not     could be a choice or the holes in the colander 

metal made steal hole puch how boring is it to  

                                                                             win calling game at your 

leisure           a top its top 

                                         complete        for ever

i'd find a statue metal colander safety outside of not and     whatever is the 

opposite of not 

                             and move to it as easily and moving away

i am all that i need

                                when typing it        i'd save 

amy back to black              before saving 

  the rotted crops   easily breathing  the           opposite of the not 

                                             i'd save            the tiny penny rolling up the walls

before the children speaking proud quietly       to each other weighting vail

              soaked vail      colander holes  growing clear 

'water'  dots hydra  would not see             embarrassment 

                                       of not                                                 kept     for 

oaths sake     dropplets         

                                                      to am to be not      in in shorts and 

right shirts             walking magic     young          claiming n0w

                                        colander wielded               so to punch 

kept be in the kept                wielding kept                     wearing 

   oaths sake droplets    keep me keep you no matter what

               oaths sake

i stopped reading Ginsberg and ran out of drink

                     jealousy     in the not               just enough nature quit to

breath wearing shorts and shirts colander bowl deciding what is not and 

      whatever is the opposite of not 

the big things separated from the small things 

                     get your money         get down

how far can i take this                             asfar

          as a typo

                                         breath                  nature quiet 

music in the ears       loud                  whatever is the opposite of

whatever      

 she defends and breathes sun and hunger mouths  until the colander wielding not

       decides who is who               don't speak of it if chosen

work till you bleed            if not

I am not the crazy one

Who would lift a finger to my neighbor sunk

And spoiled

I am not the crazy one spending credit on food

I am not the crazy one 

                    Spilling poison to bank bread

I am not the crazy one spending moral cash to win games

I am not the crazy one hating youngs freedom in old age shame

Lying for God because they gave me spoils to speak the pigs stye clean

                If you can make one believe no matter the lie the spoil goes to you

                      After all it takes fermented shit to grow herbs            and finding the energy of the past at the time right now while it creeps and rolls now 

           Is and will ever be the only way to win

The other knows less and you can end the game starting a new one now and ending it winning

Now 

                           And even then

The lier the pretender the know it all still resolved to speak words to win

While it thieves and sits watching like a couch potato with freshly delivered food eating and watching judging and eating hot fat and eat and cheese  

                          Now judging eating and sitting 

It will always think its eyes view gas while being the one sitting and watching

      Now will always hold the blink view win search for the win     and will always close the game to win 

             Or maybe my things have been reprogrammed again by the sitters and eaters I've lost my train of thought 

Or maybe it's just dirt the hole where

                      the emotion go tuning magik and daylight into fusion to simple for the winners to see   being fixed on the slavery mode of the keel

               Or maybe I won't tote that spell any longer 

                           Move with the calming wind

And that rotted courps will once again have nothing to cling to 

                                 Deservably falling into the void 

             I've read Jesus split the vale once

Reading the prequels 

He fashioned a whip and drove the sitting eaters of fat and money out of the house of God

                          And I am not the crazy one

                  What steal is this that fakes the hardness and hides behind real hard every time

          The only real way to find out is wait until I am sleeping and do you worst

And while I'm awake pretend 

                                                          Calling the game win

                    And I am not the crazy one to my neighbor sunk and spoiled calling game a win

As God gave you the Devine right to do

                         And in old age

                                    Acting child game keeps you alive            the master wields somone else

Not counting it's moves 

        I've got the poison Radiohead 

Now

                                      Or it mud

Or it's tools

                              The big fish eat the little ones 

Radiohead 

                                         Alter call anti-spiritual

Nomenclature spill soil poison and hide behind the Vail     Be saved and win

And I am not the crazy one

                                              When crazy is the only way you win don't lift a finger to your neighbors spent and spoiled 

         And now I have a Devine right to create my own life

                   Obviously through base line chilling lies and poisoned soil ending games when winning and 

     Take a seat the eat fat and slaves couch potato 

I am not the crazy ones

                                               Take the ride sitting

Eating and 

The more dirt on you the more you lie for 

            Or the more dirt is on the better it grows

And

I am not the crazy one 

      Position authority ending game and seeing while sitting eating fat and cheese 

                I am not the crazy one 

Tossing dirt in seeing 

                     Doing being living     

End sight to be the only one seeing

 

As long as the the crazy can sit

 in 

        the air 

                            and missle seek for me I'm safe eating fat and fake cheese

Speaking a lie owning dirt

                    The dark it makes

                                I am all the days that you choose to ignore Radiohead 

                         I am not the crazy one

I am not the crazy        lie

What side of the vale are you on

                                     

  

 

i was there

 i was grown to believe

i was told not to speak with majik 

i was blown with the next step

i was ment to be stolen from

i was made to sit in front of the tv and be quiet

i was made to do what they wanted

i was grown to be taken from

i was told how to feel with majik

i was fucked with for fun

i was close to the edge 

i was as far from the edge as they can make me every time i get there

i was eating chemical cheese and listening to the song written by the musicians who heard the

greatest song in the world

i was looking at you safe and proud enjoying lying to me in the moment of the lie

i was getting the tattoo we all got together 

i was getting that tattoo burnt by adding flames to the trees that represented you and chose to leave the tree that represented me as the original tattoo

i was breathing in air and wearing the tools i need to make a living

i was here when racism took the christians again

                took them to hate the freedom their fake moral high ground keeps them from so they live freedom anyways then pretend to pray and be forgiven

They sought to make all sink levied and unsexed into the moral cage pretend

 so that they could be the only ones who live beyond it

i was there when the christians fucked wildly and pretended they were still Christians

i was there when people fucked wildly and pretended they were supposed to be there

i was there drinking alone

i was there reading the bible and felt i needed to think i was reading the only history i needed to read then thinking id read celtic rummers casted in skin tattoos blue blood swirling quiet trees bodies fletched fires smoke smell hand made beads spun in knots around my neck and wrists fat and meat cooking naming rain and wind and rocks so high it'd take all day to walk up the cara eating nature turning stone into sharpe things so to stab countered words or different colors

or was i

i was grown to believe 

i was told how to feel with majik 

duty is just another name for shit

 i've been dreaming of aliens in my parents kitchen trying to make coffee and 

breakfast

there is plenty of coffee machines and clutter on the counter 

    /mother/ is yelling at me for being there and not cleaning up all the clutter 

i'm thinking that i didn't buy all the clutter and i didn't put it there

all over the place 

                 and i didn't make this mess and i didn't want to be there

fighting the animal grunt of the silver back                       grunting 

     position dominant      grunting   alpha     grunt 

              OOOOWA    OOOWAH        OOOOO   OOOO OOAAHH  OOOO OOO   OOOOO   

                         alpha grunt  because I am the alpha and i get what I want

              to end the matter

so i'm hiding from aliens who are looking for me arguing with someone i don't want to be around

and i'm supposed to clean up her clutter  

       her energy is focused 

                                    making me clean and i'm just needing to make breakfast to take to work

and she 

yelling at me            lacking the conclusion of doing anything but make me clean up her mess 

                                     and the coined conclusions of connection     manuscript 

it is written and the places are final

                    ownership 

          and keeping me in their 

orb to make me do what they want     to clean the clutter          

                         i.e being the one that clutters and not the one who cleans                                                                 

                                                                               disarranged the kitchen i am in

the aliens with all the technology superior 

will be here soon  

              there is plastic everywhere     

              there is her everywhere 

              there is the understanding that all is my job

              there is the understanding that that is not her job

              there is an understanding that as long as i'm in their house i must do what they want

and they don't want to accomplish anything but making me do whatever they want 

                                                     boasting immediately that i have done what they want  

to the air    head uplifted in the accomplishment 

              speaking to the aliens  

                                                  i assume  

                                in the language          only         they share 

                                       while i'm standing there looking right at her boasting

                         assigning duty

          she thinks i don't know of the aliens 

          she insists they don't exist       

when i tell her that they are coming 

                                                          while i see her boasting to them right in front of me 

             i assume

i've been dreaming of aliens in my parents kitchen 

                                                                          and i'm thinking that its not their house they just 

shit in it and am calling it their house      making me clean up the clutter

the aliens are coming and i have to get to work

choices in dreams i think are mine to make this is my dream and i can do what i will

          what i want          clean up your own kitchen i say        i have to go to work

and on top of needing to get to work i must clean for her 

up her clutter        as she spends her time                      standing there       making me clean

up her clutter        as she spends her time eating and watching  me   standing there   

                                       trying to make me             assigning duty

                         by aliens i do not mean people who some would say don't belong close to the ones who believe they belong there

                          the world is itself borderless                and we have always roamed where we wish

the miss-understanding 

                                          of borders and belonging is new and old      but its her kitchen 

and the aliens are coming    

                                               to let us all know the places they think we must abide

and the aliens are coming                to reward those who think  

             only 

                      of assigning people jobs and ownership

   because cleaning is not her job

and that they are the ones who decide who's job it is to clean up the clutter that is everywhere 

the luck is to them for both assigning duty                  possessing the duty to assign 

others duty                               and knowing the aliens that are coming 

as it is their kitchen           

                                   the aliens           when they come                        will assign us all                    

                                                         places     duty

as this is about them

as this is their place             and this is about her 

being able to boast to the aliens who are coming for assigning me duty

aliens

            will reward those  who assign duty        who know of their arrival 

     and discipline everyone else for not being in duty        identifying ourselves to what 

has been

                   assigned               

                       she assigns me duty because

                               she is getting out of here when the aliens come

                         they are getting out of here together

                                                                        they have the right to get their 

clutter cleaned and i have to make myself coffee and get to work

 

                                      her energy spent  in     gratifying herself in assigning me duty

                       while just standing there    spending all her energy making me do what she wants

I've been dreaming      asleep      

                                                    and there is a war on wokeness

i wake up with the memory of her just sitting there           9 year old 

            in her mothers kitchen                    happy 9 year old

 as there is nothing to do with her mother doing everything       cooking in the kitchen

                                                        the aliens had been there the whole time i thought 

while the feeling from the dream of the aliens are coming

                                                                       weighted on me like the duty i must do that day

                                  i got up made myself coffee breakfast lunch to go       and 

drove to work where i did my duty 

            checking my watch for the time when i could go home 

  and 

for when the aliens come to let me know what i should do       assigning duty

     with their technology superior 

     with their life

     their clutter

     their kitchen ownership

hoping i don't dream of being in her kitchen 

         being    assigned duties that are not mine 

         and other aliens stop the aliens from coming here         to assign us all 

Our duties   

                      the other aliens are nice and have come to 

            /allow/ me 

                          to do what i will

what i want to do              and duty is just another name for shit