make up is grossing the money faces now/ sitting bull/ im that now/ make up

 i would have solved a problem in front of me but 

there was a problem inserted in front of me so 

i had to try and solve that one

                    the winner dumped in front of me

so i now have to do that thing

        i also dump

or could have dumped before the dump arrived in front of me

 as a winner 

                          and the alpha wears more make up then i's prefer 

a lovely wears to cover up themselves

            make up is grossing the money faces now

what is is to keep an aging face young

                                               with gross unsightly 

surgery

                 fall asleep with a pill and wake up in cotton

lengths  covering  

        a blood leakage

wear the body suite 

                 for a few days 

just to leak an unfamiliar smile

        eyes beating to a fixture paid for 

                                                                    i'm on tv

i'd write a word undressed 

                   pass it off as now    but the eyes that have 

scene have to remain seeing     past their last breath 

                              into eternity

so to not lose 

     iv been there breathing heavy in com 

pe   ti       tion

                      living enough to great lengths 

so to be seen by the sitting bull

       to wake up in the tent of a sitting bull

ask it permission

                                 watch its eyes move 

each generation will feel them             selfs      

making 

                    and the old face fall asleep

awake destroying the new 

                                               make the aging face unfamilier

ugly the new hot

money was and will always be the new

                                            "i could have been a rock star"

i heard the religious say

               fat and unsightly \     i'd type what i am seeing 

every time           face 

typing                              if i could have the money for a new face

and

seeing all the faces money can buy

                       makes me take a second look

but when the face has been bought and surgery 

          done

the face is what it is           And

                                                       those that have paid for face

have it                those that have a right to 

dick                              exercise rights

i could have been me

but there was a problem inserting itself in front of me

     so im that now

its their time   to be

                                             finally

all of it

All of it has to 

         Has to 

Even     

Yet the empty words of the all will

Always cast out    

               As of now the real

And all of is the real  

        In blind caustic fake love

Fake real empowering fake meaning

              All of the money 

Fealing 

                    I've been told we eat bugs when we sleep 

                                  Family can mean 

Slurp up the bag while the older ones 

             Slip into the glory of the lord

The younger ones slurp up the towels 

                        The older ones have whipped their toothbrushed mouths on 

           Banking

On me to clean 

                               Love 

It         they lied to me

Laughing

                        Collectively 

Solo

               Recking everything 

Expecting  Them to ride the clean

         Others         me 

To clean 

                    You want clean

See

       How

                Dirty

                             I 

                                      Can

                                                     Make

  It

         For

You

           While I am lifted up clean

      And, dead pigs will always      snort

The ground around them

          And when trapped run head first

Into the fence

                  Looking around

 assure themselves by the other trapped pigs

         In the fence

Then run power first into the 

  

       Fence

I would wager the fence against 

                   A colored vision      of us 

Without fence

              All of it has to

And dead pigs will snort around in the 

Haugs they can

          

          Lowd noises a poem an masoned

Round capture memt to only house 

                Truck engine farts

More powerful then you car

         Dead pigs snorting around

I breath 

               You breath 

The ground around them

                          Breath out

Out 

           And    see the burt orange sky behind the dark trees 

                      As the sun sets  

    Time we have for them to difine

Grunting into the earth fenced

                                See how dirty they can make it

For you to clean or join

       Dirty

its cowered now or bested later

 they will have all of the corridors with their cabinets 

just choose the corridors before they make you do it 

hell week is just a couple of days

             when they choose not to because 

of sleeping 

or maybe awake vision feelings are 

    and will always be 

                            Your guiding light 

i'd make you feel what i want you to 

         specifically when you don't want me too

let you be you i can't because its me in war 

i'm the rewarded one in battle 

          swallow all of me in defeat

 as i witness your failure

                                              my defeat

is my reward               witness my dick 

beating you forever

                                       as i call you game complete 

in my dick 

                       i will pretend garbage Tuesday

pretending i am the spelling of cure and constant 

           believe  

my dick     

and forsake color or undstanding      because 

           we'er just hanging out like i want 

and they will have all of the corrodes with their dicks

could one decide something else other than 

                                   could i get my mouth around 

reality 

                              as i command reality making you 

head my dick 

                                                     i woke up    this 

               morning 

the darkness              i was afraid of 

and the light i yurn for the darkness 

sanctuary                     but now as my mouth 

                              duty            

as i willingly choose the black for you

                  they will have all of the corridors

its stupid because  if   the other hand  

                               isn't cowered 

its bested

                                          don't know is best

getting my dick sucked 

                         

 they will have all of the corridors with their dicks  

writing scripture as we speak

 they are writing scripture as we speak

       when was it not the case

when was it not the scene killing jesus the moment they wrote it

                     i would make words mean what ever i wanted the to 

when ever i need them to 

        can i write words with out the meaning it wants me to 

how many god are there to make sounds mean what ever they want them to

                                    how many people are allowed to read these days

ok well that just means we can make it something else they don't know

 and have to seek out us too know

       with our powers we can make them wear 

what ever we want them to

          with my power i can make you 

you more me

                                      and what if we were different

like Sodum wasn't still here

      and god killed all of the good ones like 

kennedy 

                               or john 

just get drunk and pledge  to the greek life

            they'll protect you in ways you can't comprehend

writing scripture as we speak

                                  i keep thinking about the scriptures

there was this part when demons possessed one man

             conveniently jesus came apon him 

just bear with me

                        jesus saw that the man was possessed with all of these demons

and being jesus he met him 

              long story short jesus casted several demons into a plot of pigs

and they immediately ran into the see of Galilee and drowned themselves

                      writing scripture as we speak 

it seems     i get to do the same 

    lying to you right now   you could think me weak and lying

       yet i

am speaking and you will believe me     right now as i speak

                    my will be though sight

writing scripture as 

        we speak

i say we

                    but really i mean me

and why would i be here now                if not to me upon you 

          writing scripture as we speak

i am as far as i know        and you aren't  

and 

      They are writing scripture as

we speak

And now I must go to find some pigs

As I am getting thirsty 

i sat through catholic initiatory classes

 i sat through catholic initiatory classes 

i liked the people 

      i liked the alcohol

i saw the red rings wormed worn extended 

    house seat movie watching auto pilet 

 but grad school finger type one after the other 

equal parts assembly line a new fart assemly line fat cow

only we are the ones

get to eat cows 

the older i get i realize the scene and music i wanted when i was smelling

was just like the cow rows they now spray for in rowed cow lines 

to eat from 

the music like capitalism has winners and losers 

                             pastor could have been  A rock     Star

turned horny pill high           initiatory classes amarican christian nazi 

fall from drop pill face starting out         polished cow shit compact mask 

so that it can dance into the lower fronted in freedom face staying as alwasy 

miss   spelt  constant face mask

                               and that was the thurst momenst into the 

cath o     lic

                   class i sat through 

just like the thrusting christian babtized cow rows crow massed 

winged connection i wazed raized innnn

                                                     the thought of secret book shelves 

knowledge only offered to too        tooed

                  red rubied ring wearing lamb hooved shepards wooden spikes   

wielding casual sipping the sheeps teets

                                   in likable connection 

be a kkk  unidirectional forget full of know not nowing 

know now a real connection with access to the past 

            remain forget    full of the past to so to join

thurst in realtime wht 

time is it anywasy

a cow pre      pry

                         catholic 

why wood 
God need just one thing

gold     how would gold be usefull when 

a Father 

           working The fields     to feed his family 

to exstend us all

                           turned into a 

i sat through catholic initiatory classes for a couple of times

              then   ended up just  

being better      sleeping in and maybe making eggs and sausage 

in my cast iron pan trustfull nonstic as i have babied my one thing 

with constant towels of oil and pre birthed birds bacon 

sausage, 

ny strips        ribEyes

                                        tea coffee    

watching youtube video games and thingKing about catholic 

     lieBrareese       

i could be browsing

with red ring and platic cut in hand tree fingers deep 

sniffing dividing            Seeing the new breed of cows sitting 

through catholic initiatory classes       

"it's ok, we like good minds too," He said

why do godless pigs drown all of us on their way to escape death?

 the first person i knew died 20 years ago

they happen to have a bunch of things the rest of the people i knew

didn't 

their family let all of us into the house they owned

to take what they wanted from it

i remember walking into the house looking at all the things 

there where alot of people there browsing 

i looked at the surviving family 

they took a glance at the newly arriving vultures 

my first thought was 

                 well why would you invite us all here in the first place?

being a small child i grazed within the bird faucet pouring into the wind flapping low and high 

some birds like to see the edge the ones who stick out 

most whom dejour 

                                     others flock bodied wing pouring into the wind 

wings wouldn't be wings without well the meaning of wings

        i migrated into a room with book shelves lining it

i knew this was the place 

the smell of it

the closed order of it 

it being not it but many

                                         i unfortunately didn't know yet 

what was what when it comes to books and rooms lined with them

just the first of it 

being young and part of the bird faucet pouring 

unfortunately into a selfish pig sty 

bound         so that pigs can snort fertile ground hard 

so to mirror the the thing

                          only it not them now

just the blinded ones

                                                while they freely watch in wine tasting 

pretension while not knowing anything about wine and

tasting it

                     as i passed all the spines knowing nothing 

i passed them all

suddenly 

breaking me from the flock bodied wing of the winos drinking but not tasting

                   a sound and other bodied form broke me 

from my sobriety hooch uni-dimensions of wing flock

like a collard pet trained from birth with collar now without collar

following good boy

                  the voice staining my memory 

"A first addition 

Emily Dickons"

i knew i had lost again

back to the flock bodied wing shaping the wind as it is 

there in the house invited judged and labeled  while invited

 "whats there?" radiohead

"mission makes you look pretty ugly"

"from a great hight"

"rain down"

And honesty i don't remember anything else after that 

their hands

 my fingers have beeeeen their conquering\

                 next is them.  and now it is them as well

them have this new thing iin.  mouth and butt

it is them righ this moment 

and as they them 

                                   it is them.       for theming while they 

theming in theying it

is them      as they they and they them 

they will they and they will them 

then and only now and then they it they 

and will they them

once moor in too the deep

 the wrong thing has reached out

    but it is in

       to all of us

                           see them     si

  see    

C            they wood grow fawlc    wood

at every moove    it isnt god it is them

to see what is what and the to stay up late 

iin Competition 

waht was once a dead moment they have gift to 

the oath they 

                                          took

   

        it has a NEW wield

to stab what was oneS them not is them As 

but a tool to sink once more into the deep

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

the t-shirt

 i put salt on the catalpa just like they did 

         i wore the jeans everyone else wore        i wanted to wear the same shirts as they did too

but i didn't have the money too

                                                            saying what i wanted to say lead me too 

be made to submit to the one who wore the right shirts and played the right songs

         she had a motorcycle        she had a music band where they played all the songs everyone 

needed to hear                     she got her cunt licked every time she wanted to have her cunt liked

               she was better at tennis than me when i was 13 and she was 30

                        she couldn't teach me how to play the piano because i didn't already know how to play

the piano                                 

                                   she had a cool electric guitar that she never played    and       bought with the funds 

christians gave to god                        its 10 percent plus an offering so that she could afford her cool electric guitar

         and only showed me how cool her electric guitar is but god forbid she taught me how to play it

your not supposed to help someone that hasn't afforded the right t-shirts  

                                            so i bought the right jeans and opened my mouth in speech

but i haven't bought the right t-shirts yet         i'd make a t'shirt in woven pedestal pleasantries 

           wearing it backwards if thats what they thought was cool       to afford a t-shirt

  then wear The t-shirt as they do.    walking to a welcomed pedestal pleasantly 

                                   and play her guitar when ever shel let me          

                        too                                                 while wearing The t-shirt

they wouldn't call it reactionary because once you have the shirt everyone who matter wears 

    you wouldn't want to take it off it the shirt                       you've made it after all

               and wearing it is the point                                  especially when other people don't have it

 if i submit to her enough she told me i would earn it

if i beg her enough she told me i could earn it

if i collapse in front of her broken   mouth open           in pieces by her noble  belly button.   wills  

                     denying me 

     whatever i could think of     reactionary

                      offering everything i thought it would take to get it

and that will be the end of it               collapse lung servitude 

                   she told me she would be there to pick up the pieces and then

i would finally be ready for the t-shirt 

                        i could make a bearing north to Salisbury 

planking double barrel shot gun earthen wear pellets   breaking every time i pulled the trigger

                         and burn a candle to get rid of them all

                                            but little did i know they own the candle makers and 

if you'd ask then they would say fuck the bees

        but i've gotten off course this is a poem about t-shirts

                                i would smoke camels and listen to french music 

check out the do if you want to

                  but i smoke lucky's and listen to the do

when its hot you don't have to wear a t-shirt      open my windows and feel what i'm supposed to feel

       when i cook i cook and think what i'm supposed to think 

                                    what she wants me to think 

in oder to earn the t

shirt       sometimes i think about how i was 

wanting to speak my mind and make my own shirts         

now i love her and 2+2 equals 5

shit i think i might be in a cult

 being sovereign is more complicated than one could imagine having

     branches and trunk unbreached              by bonkers banked in bearings   

turning eyes closed at every look

                   being saved isn't what they've told you it is. 

cattle a kettle whistling into ill measured metals casting nothing and expecting

bounty. there is no sin when one casts unwanted furies into a undecanted

    collectively casted colander  

                       everyone is doing it and it gets you 

The hall pass forever

                     Sodem was also filled with sex Hungary cadavers licking their lips over the prospect of 

cumming                  its my right to get my dick sucked they cried

     And        being Sovereign is more complicated that one could imagine 

I tried to argue away form their voices 

I tried to right and noble them to stop 

I tried to prison their evils 

and yet

                              their lie and cum and blood soaked vail covered them all in 

Sanctuary       its about me not you he said as she prayed that I would want to

Deserve has no consequence      when cattle a kettle whistling into an ill measured metal 

that knows nothing of the stone

                                        their crucibles crumbling leaking everywhere 

                 but its ok as long as you keep the faith 

when no one lies  no one sees a rooted bastilles breading only tents ungrounded blowing in the wind

                                               not argument but dark magic is leaned on 

the hoard screeching clawing towards belief like a wide opened brainless cuck    clinging to the moment

      with hole-y words thinking that winning the moment for their master will win them the 

eternal ascension they so crave            

                          I could say that i also lie to save my soul 

but then i would be lying and wouldn't then expect ascension as easy as the country town buffet

      laid in front of me feasting on whoever will believe my lies

                                                        they will have to pay me for the gift of taking them in my jaws 

three no Seven no twelve          plates deep

                      it is my right to feast 

And being Sovereign is more complicated then one could imagine

                                                                    take the rights from the demiurge and believe 

what they have told you as your soul is yours and will be lifted

  After all why would they lie to you 

                                    there is no such thing as lying     only what you want 

 

bullion cubes can be won right now

I thought We were keeping him here he said 

We will be there to pick up the pieces he said

It's my right to get my dick sucked he said

          I'd say eat my pussy bitch

But the blood, cum and lie drenched vail kept his dick clean.

Bombarded

Bombarded with conversation

Bombarded on again 

Bombarded in the blink of an eye

Bombarded from the amount of offering a sandwich to me but it contains a continuous to kill it countryman.

 A kind of hate

     it reaches to the next of light and questions light it'self 

                                    to you, charging generations to the way they've found 

                   

                       and killing off anything else

Bombarded aft the light of remedial slumber

Bombarded less awake at night 

Bombarded reaching for the shelter you bought

           to me 

Bombarded in your wired affronting way

                               Brought forth by the  

Cult of freedom 

     That kind of freedom I'd assume a moral

Completion

     It'd accept a cristal similarly

      

different from her

make something work 

is the eternal move

        be it metal works, war, slave, or partner being i see you 

who it may concern 

                    nature will see her wins and contentions 

the losers will give birth as well as a goof

                                              and only the actual real language is only

understood by those that will only speak on quiet levels 

                                                            it wouldn't carry as well as you'ld think

it will every time. 

most things are grown in light as far as the earth is concerned. 

                              probably different things outside but that 

wouldn't be that different from her