...booty got up with the beat patrol fillin' the tank with pennies in the roll.	the refined blithery of j.n.l. gordon unordered scratch -- black comp "loaded and firing an ease of motion" a godly gift like sin "profound to the dizzy merchant" 42 miles to eugene "born in a cadillac on the 'shaw cruisin'" round midnight "somethings are born for our scorn"
	unordered scratch -- black comp thinking 'bout lucy the lay of the march-- fooled by spine and asphalt towards ultimate tame strings cross the rift valley then push true west for more-- the package bundled with clouds surface tensions flop the skin finding spiral comfort in old watts loaded and firing an ease of motion the defeated find a numb nestle a sweet recline in the hand and sleep with eyes flashing dogs dream of the sea and stick their noses in the air searching for west bewteen the casinos and piers huddled over the table bidding with golden best tails wagging in rhythm to a temporary rest temporary in a lumberyard sea green metal is the path of digestion solid pieces with purpose extend to the next-- clunky flow game of resource process tag. forest home planed to manufactured house. every view is movement, every view is a hundred miles up-- bugs haul in the hemlock with the vibration of progress, an external force, a pneumatic belch and life conveys to product. weigh the difference and move on. cookin' miles floats the mood poking through the rise lips warm with sound pushed thick blues and closed eyes trane swings low the flame to lay beauty on the floor and constant is the time for hump and ivory's chore the rushes find a child and formed a fever glide groove five a high so tight pulsed and moved to ride a godly gift like sin what is the matter with art? a talent needs to be found amongst my many threats of diversion-- the means to hold my self in company with those who smooth the gallery. the simple practice of unconscious mutter and the ogled product of effort. the tangle of lines and substance leaves the head scatchers busy-- profound to the dizzy merchant framing their psychology for the profit of blatent diagnosis. pushed by the bully motivator, creativity bottlenecks my fingers hung knee slung sunk over the leg, the foot falls fast asleep i am a giant slither on the back of the fish a twitch fired across spine charged for curious annoyance born with the super powers of brilliant obviousness "the feeling is mutual," she said as fist flung in contempt the lesson learned sneaks again from circuits in cement round midnight a new kind of cola tripped the world to it's knees a shot in the arm for a hive waiting for a queen somethings are born for our scorn insects that fly the wag of fingers in eye and charts selling the inbetween taste-tests like a win for sin a heavy sigh on a mothers tired try captured for view on the big screen sineads tweak of the freak hell of a guy serious savings to buy and a paperback version to gleen i got the skills to pay the bills but it ain't currency i rent my life rent to own got some money down on the right to bitch and moan the dog picks up his chin and makes the sign for the phone flying head long over all wrong for only half the price of alone the conversation twists to the beat of the familiar- swamps of infinite comfort. magnets march in order to the cadence of like minds for fear of the stubbed toe. a trade against tirade- an obvious peace to the meter of the swim . the wicked sleep while lambs burn the midnight bulbs. myth making hands wrench tales of monster invasion. no devil in the bush no jesus in the sky only the chatter of teeth burned by the chatter industry public enemy told me about government that dad was up to no good smiling with a jive hand out "it said they were suckers" 42 miles to eugene and if you think the sky is huge you should try your deluge your words are as sharp as the road that lays across the land connecting people with people they can not stand what a cruel dilemma to never be satisfied we have no place to hide and everything to see and you and I know california is a manifest disneyland, with a fruit stand family tree my daddy builds tables and chairs and cabinets. he lives on a commune in tallahassee. he said, "son, I ain't your father my home is on lock-down and I don't know the first thing about carpentry." I said "daddy," I mean, "stranger, what is your motive. how could you hurt such a young-one like me?" he said, "child in the big house there is no joy and spreading the misery sets me free." shards of rubber and shiny metal line the highway these are the moments that marked my communion shards of rubber and shiny metal line the highway born in a cadillac on the 'shaw cruisin' sexy revolution ska song what's going to happen when you live in a world live in a world where the world doesn't live I got a line from your mouth to my house your mouth to my house your mouth to my house I got a line from your mouth to my house and I have to pay a fee? you tell me I got to be your product-man got to be a shinny can i'am defiant I don't understand get the fuck away the story of a strange epoch: hypocrisy versus ego for rights to the end times try pansy's life of float driver hand signals and a bunch of people yellin' the monkeys in the blue suits pick up the gun to put down the fun buy a piece of tomorrow and you will win because sold tomorrows pay dividends