Headphones bleed
From the chords I believe
Were struck by the master…
The master of hands…
Of ”Ladyland”, electric
A vinyl worth the weight
Of three bricks of gold
For its’ platinum sold, and-
I could never trade that thrill
That marrow bristling chill
For a sack of dollar bills
On e-bay’s net exchange
For I may be old and strange
But am not that far deranged
And, ahhhh…the jagged mid-range tone
Sweet and smooth like sculpted stone
Before the days of cellular phones
When Jimi blew my Fosgate cones-
In acoustical bliss
With a mind-chasing hiss
Like a Boa or Cobra
In peak tone and pitch
And the demon of demons
With his tie-dye bandana
Toothpick, his stage manna
‘Sweet Decibel Demon’
Twang-god for all seasons
Of titanium tweeter domes
Disturbed watts and ohms

Brown Lipstick In The Corporate Arena

mark the man willing to explore
every effort was made to refuse me
we have a fix amount to thought in the way of threads
Zappa, mothers of invention...
at some point we get are budget from fans buying a newer record

If you're fat, you need to lose weight. If you smoke **** you're a druggie. If you drink, you’re an alcoholic. If you get dressed up, you are vain, If you dress down you've let yourself go. If you speak your mind, you are rude. If you don't say anything, you're snobbish. If you are sociable, you're a party animal. If you keep yourself to yourself, you’re detached. If you are young, you are useless, if you're old you're dispensable.

YOU can't do anything without being criticized. We live in a society where people can't survive if they're not judging the next person. Love me or hate me, but you will never change me. I am who I am, n I'm proud to be one, coz I've worked hard to get where I am today. Get to know people before judging them. Let's build each other up. We are all doing the best we can, in the same game called life!!

If you're proud of who you are,
copy and paste this with a pic of you!!
How does it get any better than this
What magic and miracle I truly be !

Shall The Music End ?
love is caught between the Earth & cell
rot inside it's orphan trail...
silence onto it's beckoning call
spray the onion brought to its style,
reach toward the barren trees that are plant
caught between an orphan shell
sing for me beneath the trees
staple in your rights that ******;
radio leads the right place to go
bust up the beat to promote the tempo;
wisdom is the principle thing
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding

Shall the music end,
flakes to hide **** its midnight swim
march below its lady swing
Shall the music end ?
What has Trump done ?
Many questions to perceive.
light the torch of hallow swim

Shall The Music End ?

one form in William Gibson...
that's attainable now
yet we empower to squeeze that want I
challenge to be free in the mission of time
we are wired by evolution to be formed;
AI will not be fixed on human robotic systems
let the inside reunite with the right club
so the motor teaching us what to do;

use commuting among the cloud
AI mind cloud to home surface robots
a beautiful chance to approve
need you to find a good place above you
dial of my own drone commuting;
don't unglug me the movie Her...,
the scene i the movie

all the A1's appear to me when he realized how many robots connect to right now

The Turning Of The Tide

Mark the true one who is ready to explode through the bass of the microphone
Temper clean let me be the first to reside on each belly top we read a lot,
The carriage builds on each given disguise we care a lot through the chasm
On earthen pillows we step a side for each episode we take our stand
Lead by example we come undone from each known episode;
Hair spray to match on each known folly take a ride on the trolly....
Fill up the garage like a good man to take heed trample out each need

Each new style we crave through each turning of the tide
We look to the wind lest of course we begin all over again

Shadow Box

lines..lines...horrific sounds,
to reach inside...
Sally was a princess
get the bottom of gratitude;
reach inside to share with me a guide
lines..lines..horrific sounds
Uber to reach the goal in stops
feel the noise
lazy dolls to compare;
little things mean a lot
cosmic cop..cosmic cop....
pewter mouth to trap