nothing show

   Fri, March 10, 2006 - 3:13 PM
welcome welcome and bewarre bewarre .w aht enters here are lies and what exits are only digested halfway things to be discardd with the coming season. great dust chamber collecting time like a bit wound up in fibers strings and foretold boredom, aka evil.

stnading still to the blue gray ribbon may there always be sme way to empty the eharts weight into the aura of music surrounding me, the slow channel of mental liquid heat absorbed into chalice of surrounding vibrations. just to not be carried away by the thumps and spins abound around here. off to the trees and the dig dug were goin underground and its for real this time, i got my cave gear set stright sailing uppity hoppp into the mouth of the beast. SPELUNKidunkyfuck
down the zee hole with blindfolds for the ladies. even out those sacks of grain and make sure the fire wood is protected when crossing the stream. its a little too windy to be carrying that flag straight up bring out the best with psilocybin.
ooooh damn want to eat fire and ccarve the bones of those who have failed before me?
look at the greatest invention
silence

i cannot wait to be soemewhre the speed matches the cancer and theres no way to go but to ride along it in beautiful agonty tip toesing in acid rain and stomping on volcanic asphalt. spray painted boots and harvests in the trunk, may these beats allude the glow of radioactivity inhernently tranceing our seered brains. spelt the melt halfway back to the train wreck
im burning up and theres no way to get to town anymore its been buried under the ocean but dear lord''

''''-___---the ocean doesnt want me today"

bowing down to the end time lime light. speaking in drifting unfiltered tones, decaying sweetly alongside the rest stop log fence. stray as far as i can. to the glimemring dark mush that is my cake walk intro to fusion hell, sparking spitting sandpiping...

fucking head disease random wanders sparkplugs lost found inserted and found loosse after a half hours activity. must get wirres back up to speed. htere is no pleasure in hesiation except of course, all the time. blah hahahhahaha death to infidel and hot dog vanishes on the right wing deck....

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