These things don't write themselves. Somebody has to build the machine that spits it all out. Relentlessly. Forever. A whole country standing in line to build a story they never have time to read. We're all slaves in this one. The dead leading the dead.

It was a manta ray. Or a horned man. Spitting a jellyfish through a portal in it's mouth. Out into the mouth of a turtle. Which grew backwards into a being, and the moon was the pearl set into the chest of this demigod hovering above me.

When you try to get chaos out of perfect order all you get is beauty.

Hangin out with the teenage palmtrees
which are hangin out around the pool.
I need to act a fool
if I don't I won't be Kool
And if I'm not
How. Can I be Kool?
In my later highschool years I dropped out of school
Cuz I don't follow the rules
But now I'm just a tool

Feed the goyum fodder
Wash it down with poison water
Oh boy, oh wife, oh daughter.
We've been fattened for the slaughter.

The mind is
The Great White Whale
Killing ourselves
Chasing it.

When the walls of your home
Start breathin when ur alone
Then at least u know
That one of you is still alive.
When ur disposed and
You're decomposin
And you're leavin this life like
Ur flesh from ur bone
Then ur empty eyesockets
Start searchin for another
Dismantled jaw
To talk to all night

I wish that I had
The grandure of those walls
To keep me
Company all night.

When you only talk alone
Then nowhere can be home
And you pleasure your flesh for
The day
That your flesh finally
Separates from ur bone.
mm Mm mm Mmmm.......