#zappa
The news, every day:
fires are burning in the streets --
right out of the hearts.
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 3:30 AM UTC
Dreaming is not the same as wishing it's true
saying love is love is all a mind may do,
peace, however,
peace, any mind can chose to make,
this is true;
or as they say,
what the hell.
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Now, for me, PKD is more long term distracting
than Lovecraft or King, but tiny tastes,
like Zappa, on the spectrum,
ever re verb reverb yoweee I see we
intend
to go a tad past last time we all sang
WE ARE THE OTHER PEOPLE
YOU'RE THE OTHER PEOPLE, TOO!
boop boopee do.
This is the effect of a life lived in this one body,
for as long as I can imagine,
and I am learning, it ain't this good for losers,
who never learn to change the **** game.
Score. God, I love the future.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
.
Wine, enchilada and pickle sauce,
corks and safeties,
just like The Penguin In *******
in Ronnie and Kenny's shed.
The Idiot ******* Son
sits eating the deadly Yellow Snow,
whilst Joe hums Zombie Woof
at the Poodle in his Garage.
Dinah-Moe Humm finally gets off;
in the Dangerous Kitchen,
with the Muffin Man's ***** Love,
and the Illinois Enema Bandit.
The Fine Girl and the Latex Solar Beef
bathed in The Blue Light,
shout 'Pick Me, I'm Clean',
along Inca Roads, to Find Her Finer.
Cosmik Debris exclaims Zoot Allures!
From the fat, floating, maroonish Sofa
because the Bow Tie Daddy
sings Nasal Retentive Calliope Music.
Yo Mama! there's the Disco Boy
who gets in More Trouble Every Day,
so The Torture Never Stops,
with Damp Ankles, Peaches & Regalia.
Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top
dances with Camarillo Brillo upstairs,
catching Stink-Foot once again,
like In France from the Valley Girl.
And so the Watermelon In Easter Hay
rides off with the Duke Of Prunes
to the Carolina ******** Ecstasy,
visiting Billy The Mountain, and Montana.
© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
Frank Zappa
(21st December 1940 - 4th December 1993).
Musician, Diplomat and Lyricist.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
The new ghosts of old loss are coming 'round again.
They're wearing their adult size shoes in the young sun of mem'ry.
Never has there been such a sizzle. HOT. HOT.
Fingers. They put their fingers in the children.
Into the past and reach for damage.
The new ghosts of old ghosts
Want to get their fingers on my
Past, would you imagine that?
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
Some of my idols don't do drugs
With blinders on **** your idols dead by dawn
Being the case I **** mine with shame
Reagan would have loved their hatred of me
Being the case he would hate me, too
Bring me your disdain, bring me
Baskets overflowing, ***** apples and oranges
Mess of accidental fruits of unaware labor
I guess malice blesses my innate behaviors
We alter the stars to outcry
We alter time, ascend, divine
We alter time of death
Design last breaths
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC