Quotes of your parents you’ve never forgotten & you’re an orphan left off in a dark gangway High above the stratosphere, we’re up there getting’ higher, drunk on whine in skullduggery Talk to the hand about the clouds full of hydrogen and oxygen, above and below the ground Space out and space in every place we’ve been and we’re gonna go until there’s no sound.
Silence and gold only come in clear when there’s only the One leftover from a Bigger Bang One night stand comes before you know it, ugh, now get out… come back, no Bang-la gong Streets and throughways near the turnpikes & toll roads, border to border coast to coastal Kiss the end of the line’s point of no return, you won’t be comin’ back this or any Way at all.
Becoming two when you’re one is impossible, it’s a fool’s errand without any return at all Fools do it all the time, go on errands that will never prove fruitful in the end at the finale When silence falls upon the deaf ears, they’ll know that the time has come to rise & fall Juggernauts and cosmonauts battle with the astronauts for end of the uncivil war in gaol.
Serious as a jungle-rot rash between your legs and stink foot from the jungle tundra tarpit Feature creatures not scaring the children because they’ve heard it all, they have no fear Good and Evil, abstraction of the collective, cultural recollection to modify ape behavior Nowhere in or out of Time can an origin be found, it’s a phantasm-chimera’s secret door.
Whether you know it or not, there’s a condition for you coming to Earth to be alive today Price to pay that only your soul can equal the value of, it’s a million-dollar trip, eh sensei Signs of the Times meaning that harbingers give you clues to the victorious, a good ol’ boy Lead to a climax in the conception, immaculate or dirty, filthy DNA ejaculated into a Void. Old and in the way, talking and having a dialogue on Talk Radio, soon to slip into darkness Like it or not, death comes into your life either by way of Others or your own sleeplessness Yet, the line is drawn, nobody gets out alive & nobody gets in without a solid, personal girl Always with you, all of us & me include, our fate is sealed in the spinning dirt, gonna hurl.
You’ve got two choices, there is no neutral fool, just the good & evil fools who roll this way All up in smoke, the garbage truck couldn’t remove Gods from the whole universe, far away Blown atoms in molecular decay and there will be no more TD’s, Homers or Goals of Hoops Knowledge of song & dance of G-Scouts who had chocolate-mint cookies, Chitown troops. Wiser than the most wise fool on a hill without a recollection of your holy mind’s third eye You will never know the secrets that nobody knows but the aliens born to the outer realm No descendant of Adam & Eve outside the Earth, a dead cosmonaut-astronaut in the sky Knowledge of Nothing is our wisdom, you are conceived, deceived and then y’all just die.
Burial Mother Earth dirt, covered satisfaction of million-dollar coffins, swapped a hot ash Like a first kiss when you swap spit, the saliva of digested dead animals & plants, mashed First Cause is just the one and only one, original gangster without a gang, Capone/Trump You’re in, I’m in & we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive for a NYC minute, a Void Dump.
Copy my answers and you’ll flunk, I’m a genius with the directions to the annihilation too I wouldn’t leave a molecule behind when I atrophy into the grand slam, the Big Bang, Boo Fear and loathing of this conglomeration of Word will get you all to the End, Singularity sea Inside outside of Nothing there is Something, know your blind faith well, to be or not to be.
A last blow of smoke out your face, higher than a kite from the brain fog, smiling at danger Jumping off of a cliff is no problem, forgetting about a gift for your Loves, a Big, bad Banger Part of the whole is that this here is a dream nobody knows is going on, trip-ship has sunk Hills to climb, mountains of dope & soap to conquer scatological stink, stank, stunk funk.
Who knows what nobody knows? God knows all about nothing, now hear this alogrhythm High below the core, insurance covered scam, you pay & your portfolio swaps a spittle SIM Creative and programmed to fail or succeed, an inside job with a surfer who hung the Ten Board straight down into the sand of the ocean, a young man and the sea, what are Men?
Dust is the broke down Past of civilized and uncivilized humans & the inhumane animalia Sex up your husbands and wives for the end of the all too humane story, oh hostile regime It’s only some people who survive death, you know who they are and you laugh, no guffaw At the largess of an opine voiced in public squares or in print, privileged as above so below.
Prior to the skulls gave up their ghosts to a pile of disassembled bones in a box, unless ash The game of life has a priori rules you’ve been enculturated with, become a naked apeman In the original sin of Adam & Eve, there is an assumption of a master of their own origins Completely in and out of the electro-mechanical intersection with the soft skull & bones.
It is all that I am, no force like the fame of fools that will become as lame as a holy ghost Signify as usual when you run the dozens, talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama is like mumblin’ in jello It’s no scat under the bridge, it’s disintegrated into empty space above & below yourselves Keep tippin’ back the cans, bottles & jugs, Jack Daniels & other Medicinals on top shelves. You are not here and now as you’ve been thinking that you were, it ain’t your fault though Your mama told you nothin’ & absent father had no clue about the End, just ash in a hole Find out about the Truth while you can, it leads to skepticism about the Pope & POTUS ilk Present, Past & in a Future mere allusions to the illusion, grandee or petite, just drink milk.
Fill your cup and you’ll find it’s bottomless pit beneath the core of Earth’s planetary orbit Gravity is the result of the vortex created by the wobbling revolution of hollow Earth S#it It’s nobody’s fault that this is the way it is, a cosmic cause & effect, beyond Good & Evil Repeat ad infinitum, no momentum to cease, God’s begone Soul, you die on Calgary hill.
