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portillo Feb 2020
Nevertheless
Forever the best
Fail another drug test
Be constantly erratic
Makes you forget
A girl named Danika or 1980s weather
Really really really
Makes me feel better
Everyday a personal rave
IDM and the myth of the cave
Plain or adores
A camp fire and Smores
Cannabis
portillo Nov 2020
Cannabis no what your problem is you solve with cannabis makes IQs up and down like seesaw breaks the silence
All isms are daddies
portillo Feb 2020
Slightly euphoric and a little sleepy
Do you feel my night terrors ?
Snowed and drunk
Was the play of month
With no cannabis to greet me
A little high and slightly overly self aware I throw out my cares on a dare
Just to meet Mr. Cannabis
Smoky dank everywhere
Cannabis
portillo Jun 2020
In the cartoon America
Paeans to pan sexuality
And man can marry man

Some talk softly of red eyed cows
Others voices hoarse
Speak sublime
With tenets of rain

The 8th planet yet undiscovered

Yes Atlas still carries earth
Life on the Red Sea

Jolly Jack dhows and junks
Automatic weapons grenades
Tread slush slush slush

No one remembers Verlaine or Rimbaud
Jack Kerouac just another rapper
Identified by spell check
They call him Lil Jean

Resurrected spandex
Garbage Batch Kid
Oceans

The Salton Sea fades in the sink
Every few hundred years
It comes like Christ
Flowing and bringing life
But perhaps we killed it permanently
But Jesus still walks the dead Sea
He gives me reason to believe
These visions I see
It's hard to believe how Christ solves my need with so much speed
Smoking a bowl of ****
At 17 I was really a lost teen
But cross made me kneel
I couldn't control the feelings I feel
And I knew Jebus to be the real deal
I heard the script and for my soul
He wrote a writ
To punish the demons
That full my life with *****
He told me I am jew would you call me a ****
I feel revealation
I have great hope for salvation
We will become the final nation
I don't worry relegation
I wait for the blood of Christ very patient

I will never be a patient all wounds healed by his grace
They hit you once
Turn your face
He lives everywhere including outspace
portillo Feb 2020
Crawfish and roasted field corn
Off the creek a few miles down from the family farm prairie companion home KELO blasting on the radio
Promoting the upcoming Garth Brooks show
It the spring it rains
In the winter it snows
Of course summer and fall
Bright electric storm
Sioux City playing in the Fargo Dome
Looks like Mr. Stick
Will be coming home
The wind cries
Out to Rapid





the wind chill of a cold North Dakota winter storm
Kelo on the radio
portillo Feb 2020
Throw your jacket on the floor;
The cadence of techno so palpable
Feeling a insurmountable vortex dancing with a broken neck
Optistimic sauntering freely automatic
Propane lit by static
So dramatic the poverty of lower middle class erratic
Thumping bass
Dance and rave

Vocals oblique pushed up front cacophony of 8 bit
Ark of ARP sheep murmurs
Exclaims you're too precious
requited narcissistic

EMF as I slowly go deaf
Freedom is nothing left

Trio Trump of hearts
A child killed by lawn darts
The continent stays together but my mother nature is going hell for leather but I'll dance escatic escarpment of time immemorial canned by the Romans Elagablus
Cis you cis me
Clyde and Bonnie
Weren't Rob Hood
The steam of greed
Makes arid
Once green pastures
But still there's an after taste of nice x
Climate
To someone I said I loved forever
Maybe when we are dead
We can get back together
Machine ex
portillo Nov 2020
St Stephan was my friend
Stayed with me till the end
Walked for hours in the snow
Because we had no where to go
Came to me in a dream
he said forget about fascist
And start killing machines

He follows everywhere I go
He shows me things
No man should know
He brought some ****
And let her tweak
Hadn't been asleep in half a week
She missed the vein
Everywhere the blood goes
But you can't change what you can't change
Just let it go
And fortify your soul
What is done is done
What you can't take back
Catherine Wheel sugar shack
In a night that never goes black
Orrt Cloud raining ice down
And Jesus Christ was a clown
If you ride the Titanic
You might drown
Odds are body never found
Tell me what happens after that
And I swear I'll stop smoking crack
Tommie Thunder comes to town
When all the girls aren't around
You could take a taste of it
But it hurts your belly and makes you ****
I try to explain the sound
Of the undead rising underground
Uncle Joe says he'll do right
Try to make it so the races don't need to fight
If you could choose between rebirth or afterlife
Would you take the knife?
Stumbling around like Barney Fife?

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