i'd come back to you

 it he dick hanced on bridge of daun uf oosss

   On Stage and just juncked in the opened dance 

or mough

no a word or mouth

the T means 

alot 

and they make desks that move high and low for those that woul

breath the wwwhhhooo but its not a calll out

and how close   r they to cleaning it with sudes

     we buy with money given in nothing acunts 

and Its just hot water

money is the rich of it

 the tools to wield circumference   in corse can't lent

             

                                                       and won't because 

who here will give its limbs       gout

      Willingly

to feel circulations on its terms for goes      

circulations?  

to taste in real time               

                        is real it wont's me to say time

but its not about time it's about feel 

and of corse chemistry 

                                            the facts have been unseen and could g00000

as long as the last muscle twitch

sugar and oil 

make the spell real this time and it was 

death or some kind of bread

                now

                          twitch wielding as much as the much macketh adding 

the to it all 

                 giving ground is its imagined believable    in pixel 

sir cum stance have been here all the time

and could be there as 

it could be seen 

and   scene                and or screen it all in 

circumstance 

                                                it just meads  a drink in ladled terms 

t.  o.  thats to be drank  

the connections jesus dies for 

a three or four letter word      millions have died for

and now they capture in seltzer 

i've spelt that right so it means more then not spelling it at allll

         Capitaling the force or

    Armée de Terre      or 

Army  of  land

they didn't want to care about that oil

         the one that is goodfor you      is better

not the one that is sunk in the ground and makes us sick in every way

but makes thou  money

and money is the rich of it

mAcaniCal heart beating you alive until the electricity stops 

then what will you miss about the real then?

yet none of them can paint me

There is a myriad of things you could say 

    Under your breath but loud enough for the room

About me while launching for the door

    Wearing your decoy sex

Your dove tail coped out tuning boots

    In compact your salt 

Yet none of them can paint me

dither here with and without you

can't a decanted counter with plastic advertisements littering its surface

                                 swell without money

 move into the high-rise  wearing blackened expensive clothing like its cheap

but you want them to know its not cheap 

                                             you spent it and can 

spend when you want to

  

                            is the power   knot the need to touch tough as tough 

tuff no need to                       like the rest of them   

        they need touch       you have boots 

           because your wearing your expensive drapes and a sip of the finest 

dispensed    plastic pod of pre functioned coffee    

            press a button and it cremes out its bounty no need to suck its dick

      is better then i could ever be 

             

                             

     you on your way to making money

 as anyone could tell        seeing you    you know they have noticed 

 

            and know       you    but not you tho       the brand 

both and paid for         

                         buy a few phone calls so you've earned it

                           i wonder in a wonder wall where the will wonders into 

             a lighted antonym 

an atom connected to atom in singular direction across and downward 

      canvas stretched across my wall    showing me 

 me 

          your paints 

                                   and markets  

 and  

                                   their bows  

hands move in all sorts of waves  up and down

                       

        as the mind is treble 

gadge 

            death worship pelages us all and will so until the catholic cancer spell

     in death is broken 

                                           and you loose the need to belong to the fake

as fake is branded and 

                           brand is the new fake 

                                     the pyramids could help i thought until i learned that the slaves where 

burried alive with the 'in_lighten_ed One'

  

                  and who would saved Us with that nonsense

both addendum's 

                                          dither here with

and without you   

       beatles 

her can whisper yes and not         you     but its up to his 

                           scripture

        it has to pick their faith  

as many works of words    

works as words

                                        tell of it as       lie      to me     here with

and without you

           

                                all else lived in an aluminum   can 

                  we drank them all             

and had to change planets to drink the rest      

your fake multitudes 

                                       level all fake bridges every time 

It's narrative

according to the spot lights 

                                                     wearing a caramel is

nothing like making it 

the magi, upon duty from the scriptures

 the magi, upon duty from the scriptures set aside a space and this is what they compelled. 

o, hello 

how do i find you?

o, so that is a complicated question for you i see. well since you have bought me here in a way i see soon i will tell you a story seeing now i do          

you have gotten me here for now and the text used i now see 

your hearts are big and filled with ------- (dark sorrow)   

                                 you kill your own with pleasure and you keep your own alive

     so you have me now            i can tell you want 

i will tell you of your god and how you came to be here yes 

          this magnetic consequence known to you as earth  

was came upon by an enamel  that knew to call  and sow      and would move from One to Another  

They

      saw this  sound 

and you     making an amount of 

  interesting noises among the unabridged symphonies of what you call stars 

                   and black holes

            a sinphoney (laughs) is such a great word you do have great potential

i can see why They liked you

    i suppose i should call They him from now on

                    well he saw and heard you here     

and came to feel what he had saw.                

         what he met he did not see and what he saw he could not be 

                                                                 what he felt he could as of that moment in the uncounted time of his light feel. 

            the slow grown matildas he named them breaching blatant castegets of eyeless thoughtless noise drawing itself In unabated space the                   

symphonies heated plasmas so charged they heat you from distance untraveled by you as of yet

                Did not make such sound 

            what he saw     

                                   connecting acyclic fungus stretching elections braiding themselves each other 

             assemblages waking assemblages aeration hydrating separate so to kiln delight In connection. 

            for you see, and i will tell you this 

                                                                                the separation makes connection and doesn't need to 

well or pool but can and does in symphony

    the Constant being chemistry in course there was a transference 

between him and what i will now call your kin

                       i can say that the first moments in sun rise as light began its meaning in transference in name as sun 

         and night was beautiful 

in elegant lavender ribbons of movement bloom warm sentences of Ocean peeks in passes of waving brush creasing to wind and sentence slowly increasing in measure 

for the Constant is chemistry 

   you began to learn from him and wanted to name inside of you what didn't want to be named inside of you 

                    and so spun lies took control of Name began a campaign of politics saturated magnetic consequence with spells and blew pointed breaks in assemblages breaching assemblages the connection makes separation and doesn't need to well or pool but does now naming politics a symphonie and draws circles enough to Capture me here. forgive them for they know not what they do. 

                 and now you wield wood and steel and me in your circle demand what is not understood and cover it with scripted symbols protecting in name what you have only named. i see what you have survived a faucet of tooled hunger unnamed in life and death there is no wonder why you cloth and point 

     and you have such potential 

And that what you control in naming does not know your names and will not in conscript compel itself to know you     your names and is not controlled 

Amen

That what was compelled leaves

tax cut banquet

The banquet of compliance that is tax cuts 

          draws deep its bounties 

Drawn deep the blush hidden in     caked puddies of skin 

The glue crusty looses      fake lashes away from real ones

                The banquet they bare

                       

                                to hide the presents god sent 

   all of us

          So that they will have more to fill the hole left in          Winning the moment   

                                 Plastic lashes glued to thin skin

Covered in money 

Expensive symbols saves the soul don't you know

                           

                               Banqueting compliances

         And taking tax cuts 

CAPitAL

I could ask what would happen if my fruit computer made like the worn jeans I've worn and 

Wheated appropriately in lasted

 even the chaff is sold as 

      The   leaf      as eyes leave the layers  

And I would load the poetry I'd send to you        If I could

   because it's been used long enough for them I have to buy them again.     at its' tone play them here and now in their tones

    you'd have a point in playing them all the time 

 and I'd have the  fruit     if those that secretly 

                       unburden me were a thing

Tech doesn't last as long as the stamped  brand swamp 

       would lead you to believe        lead poisoned the unseen crawled in caves     

          in caves we 

but take the sacrament regularly they say and thy havest        thow servent 

         I ate her flaunt and made it my destiny 

Be  crumble             to the faint gaunt   O capital my 

Capital it poetry nail in a room of lights and plastic 

     Glue        the vaper  changes the senses

We, I am a ham not a toy. 

Human

Diliangers 

Collecting

Paystubs    Trading whips with sugar 

       is a good

I will ask what happened but they will not.  can not know the difference