the moon is an uncrustable
where its crust relishes its doughy mantle
meeting outer layers of peanut butter
encasing its molten jelly core.

im chiseled like prismarine
even my contemporaries gleanin
got me leanin
on my doses
part ya brain waves like moses
separate me from fantasy
you get me bad
down so bad from actors
tv mackin on my lean
its so painful
the madness consume ya
wipe the sweat from ya cheek
ya in my ball pit boy
i got ya by ya underwear
so if ya dare
scream if ya dare
i bare my fanging fetish
make ya scream even louder
and louder little lungs fillin with water
even chumps be leanin over
fetish freakin overloader
keep me creepin
company secrets come a leakin
six score sound beacon
head turnt up for what we seekin.

hello its me im so far down
and tucked inside-out
mind-folder mind controller
contracting LLC me like ***
bombin down ya system
***** dont give and never missed em
watching gore on the BBC
a war on poverty
see three stones turn into men
again again and again
i pump no twos for dudes
and think they knew
the game is mine
i print the manna juices
stings bruce why swings it
into my corner of where im from
this is my neighborhood
these are my neighbors
and if ya think im trippin ask my gun
cold steel fingers slither in ya brain stem
storming out ya left ya nuts
and as i pop em in my clips to cap ya tracks
i feel contemptuous lights are creepin on my ***
hate to clap cut this clapclap
shorten ya lifespan
like its just the way today
tactic-al attacker
meat-stone drifter.

actuated lust im dangerous
nobody in space time knows what we're doing
its taboo darling
sweet suckling, unbuckling
she and him and me and her
******* over over
again
forget the stacks and ask no questions
live like ya gone
agonal, in the moment
detached retina against the glass
and lights appear to be on fire
easy comin as she does it
rollin under juicy thunder
the salts of my composure
leakin from my porous structures
leaving from me like a rock
that is my physical elixir
tape it on the imagr
hashtag @ lucifer
on tube hollerin at my girl
i want to trend just like zelda
hit ya with a face melta
blow up on their youtube
for seven seasons off the bat
and when im at the party
all the girlies will sit on my,
eh, it isnt what i live for like tools on MTV
give me sunshine to recondition your condition on BET
i contracted some system disease from way too much TMZ
and my condition is conditioned by youtube conspiracy
i cant relate i am afraid
of what is hiding up my sleeves
i hit the brains
and bust the **** off this run away train called
the radio whenever the news of the day is some ******* **** or some ferrari driving ***** that has her own ****** up slave drama telivision series.
we are so angry
inside computers inside of us inside
a web of statistic dimentia
and **** yourself if you ask
"der, i dunno. what is normal"
you *******.

hello
my name is ging
and i am super excited to say
i want to **** my self
i want to **** myself
my name is ging and i am super exicted to say
i want to end myself
it was nice knowing you ging
who was a nephew
to my brothers
indifferent to all the others
came to his decision
to end it all with a precision
elect to wreck the mess in a violent
mess
inside the details of the message
written only four days before
a zero feeling kind of fever
oh so aromatic
like the budding rose affliction
absent minded automatic
boys grow up to meet the man
they never knew because
ging pink misted his head on a sunny afternoon
just week two and all he knew
was lost in moments on his knees
crossed eyes fractal skull and brain matter
like lives matter at all and to whom or what
whatever was in his mind
is sure to remind
you of the fetish
for which the chumps **** at
for one in every forty
just dont try it once a year
*****.

i figure everything can see me
fluids​ moving up inside me
it cracks the code inside my atoms
chest is hurting heart is pumping
connect my flesh to the embryo
stitch into my genes
ya know
i wasn't born just yesterday
i was not born just any way
my talents knows it when they sieze it
make ya go ya cant believe it
projected light of consciousness
splits comb-strikes and leads it
have it here inside my pockets
little life and little rockets
pull my glow in my transceiver
data cosmos diamond lockets
redraw my lines in my own dimensions lies a
cruel unjust infinity's just
a tenth of my reality
born of one and two in one
in life we die in death
we shall remain
where the hall's externals walls us back out of a duality
to be a nothing once again
there is no synthesis to my thesis
once was lost but now im easeless
take my own life cuz i own it
cuts a hole into my recess
i am recklessly disurbed at what i am
where im at and im just not quite sick of it yet.

before my cause
cuz, because
we must, i must, he *****, she *****

can i be
cancerous society
imagery of sleepy kleepy
keeps me going with the system
is a few stains of you inside of me
I am not sure yet if we missed em

******, ripped, tipper
slick dipper keep tripper
keeptripper keeptripper
i am so laid down lay me so far down

im slipper gun skipper
cold finger, lead slinger
trigger me must me dont
never back down

never submit i must admit
that its a bit of bite good for ya main
to feel my blood run thru again
i am so beautiful

beauty collateral
every year i grow older i am three years younger
feeding your hunger
loose to fit my noose and pull it snug around my wrists
oh this is how it dis-
owns me

remember February
when your bones and joints was moving
looping into an *******
lost details you didn't mention

fool me once and if ya fool me
i think you're really rich believe me
fuller *** of gold below me
as if as if i'm really tripping
*** holer of my collar

irrelevant what is it
i like two eyelids
folding over one
free am asian

asian this asian that
every sip of it im taken
no i am not even im fakin
slow me broken roll me faded
like i Californ-i-ated

dosed politicians
my trippy **** im missin
it is my one and only mission
google Zechariah Sitchin.