what is this mind that was given to me that is able to see things i print on screen with my digital zip drive of a brain that is stuck inside a laptop main frame, ******* server uploading and crashing sending pings and things to hackers who perform doss attacks and web cracks and serial cracks while eating cereal going over javascript material program landslide juno got bit by emails and other technical software jargin computer guy got the blue screen of death corruption on the web the spider metacrawling and setting it on angelfire i google the facebook twitter and hot wire my car on the trader the wall street journal and the white house, **** sites and white owls, getting arrested and being hired by the government, the money's spent, criminal punishment, in cells locked up no breakfast but lunch under the crack of a door inside ur naked ***, on irc chat, the warez rat, pirates on bays and whispers from kittens, brown paper packages exploding a smidgeon, binary, metamorphosis, code program gold, warning anti virus and spywares, baghdad to china, spy on private, eyes on cameras, cell phones like trackers, global position mappers, predator drones, video games, nfl madden, mad men, and happy wal marts, hacking wal mart, with social engineers, traveling the silk road with a cloak ip address revoked

A magical place in the forests of old
Where thoughts have wings and,
Souls light up the paths,
Rain floats in midair and laughter runs around playing with childish stories
Why you ask where such a place exists?
Well dear in your dreams
What dreams? My dreams died with Hoffa long ago
Now I'm slaving over a lawn mower and feeding 5 kids with a shovel and a ***
I can't tell stories, unless it's about work
Daddy can you tell me a bedtime story?
Yeah... If it's about grass cutting and dung thrown into dirt
Sweet dreams, well that's only make believe. Want a sweet dream look in a fairytale, because they're only for when you sleep, when you wake its back to reality
So no more dreams just hard work with reality. Well everyone has a dream even you it's something no one can escape. So what dreams you say...
Well sleep and see there's dreams

Savior, savior, I waited here forever

Till angelfire rain down, rapturous, euphoric, I am righteous and  I walk through the fire and I emerge with my skin flawless and radiant

This is a god dream, I’m never going to Hell, I look just like you Jesus I feel you in my hands I run my fingers through your matted hair and you break into a thousand fractured images

I drain the life from you and become intangible, you *** in my face and for the smallest eternity you are the immortal Ur-Fascist in a head trip fantasy of cleansing, degradation and rebirth, I grow seeds in a garden of illusion and the ******* fantasy is just as real as me, nothing changes,

Transmutation, stages of gestation, I feel myself growing unchecked and rabid and I take the appropriate steps,

I feel my name become forsaken, the table overflows with condolences, I am swaying gently back and forth to the rhythm of a soul engine churning out death and machine parts, I smile like the face of the moon when the pillars of the temple crack, the ceiling splits and from the architecture a hundred thousand spirits rise effervescent into holy night and ignite a hundred thousand revolutions,

And of what I’ve learned I cannot tell you much,
I have risen from the mud in the mouth of every river, I am hopelessly confused and undeniably cute,
I will bring you the end of all days, today you’ve bought the rope and by tomorrow you’ll feel like swinging

Savior savior, count the stars as high as you like

she’s painfully skinny but has ropes in her veins that saddle horses.
a nose like a hawk with two green eyes bathing in gold flecks and ambergris.
she has two hands like most people, but they have grace -
decanted from a snifter of opposable thumbs made of glass
and spun sugar.
steeped in the warbling of her Angelfire, all reckoning with her genius
is an exercise in futility. she is none of the above.
and it’s the very best strange.