HEY LOOK, I'M MISTER YUK!! DON'T PUT ME IN YOUR MOUTH I'M DANGEROUS!!!!
MY FAVORITELAMENTATIONS IN QUASI-REALITY
Today I saw bees digging holes in the ground and didn't wanna get stung. Umpa Lumpas scare the piss outa me and fake tits secretly control the world's financial institutions. Anyone who cant see the obvious twilight zone Quasi-reality feeling that we all have from time to time, especially concerning all of these has become disallusioned with their own modest empires and are now the sole proprietary property of the Disney corporation and Major League Baseball. Driving down the concrete rivers of Babylon, the soothing boom of the radio belts out R.E.M.
"I've got my spine I've got my Orange Crush?"
As if that was all that was neccecery for a balanced life. Don't forget the sunscreen, my mother always told me that. But even that could not deliver me from the Emergency Broadcast System's omnipresent sine wave attention signal, I tuned in and braced for the worst. It was only a test again, no bombs were dropping and the depression cloud slowly drifted east. Every eye in the city was on me, they conversed amongst each other on the photon expressway and (I) felt famous for about five seconds. Ritual bondage have keepers in expensive shoes and their dungeons are largely electronic. Oh the irony, does any of this even make sense? That is why I sorrounded myself with the company of bees that day, so as to avoid the wolf. I saw one in my dream that night, it was standing in my path in the woods shortly after dusk. I saw its teeth as it growledd at me, but there was only one. I awoke and from that day foward I remembered the wolf and continually wonder, what is the warning? I know that there is one but I don't know what it is. Nowadays, mists of human RAID criss-cross the skies at least twice a month. I have twitched like a babtist on crack afterward when it rained.
Chewbacca was my punching bag years ago but I became taller. As I did I could not differenciate between robotic rodents and organic ones untill much,much, later. I began to realize that a uereathra is a very useful thing to have indeed. My prostate was not the problem, my prostrate has been from time to time. I did say Prostrate! Men in black suits are no friend to trees and women who are voluntarilly bald and claim to be your friend NEVER have your best intentions at heart. Listen to me regarding that, I have scientific proof. Old people are cranky and soccer moms turn me on. I've yet to make a decision yet concerning old soccer moms however. Maybe, after all is said and done the Hokey Pokey IS what it is really all about!
LAMENTATIONS IN FULL, REALIZED REALITY
I sometimes have issues with vicious hemmeroidal serpants who lack common courteosy or manners. Yesterday when my membership card expired, I was treated as if I was an enemy of the state. How dare I let my membership lapse and forget to pay all applicable fees. There are people in some countries who are stoned to death fo much less I suppose. My older brother still lies in wait in the shadows, watching to see if the serum will soon take effect or not. I have been waging a non stop war against its chemical intentions and refuse to allow others to consume my integerity. These days souls can be financed for four easy payments of $19.95 plus shipping and handling. You can also receive a free gift if you act now! The power went out and the trees had an opportunity to speak for a change. The ozone was benign at least for a short time. They told me that affluence is a giant consuming and ultimately addictive cube. It requires you to conceal your nakedness in the most expensive way so that others can"t discover your soft, pink, and unsymmetrical vourneability.
If you can beat the JONSES, you will win cash and prizes in the hereafter, I'm not kidding either! It's on TV so it must be true! I tuned in to see whose gambles had paid off. An old fully figured retiree with curly white hair, thick bi-focals, and a pink and blue flowery dress who jumped up and down; saggy old lady tits flopping everwhere as the announcer's voice boomed in... "A NEW CAR!!!" (Jubulant applause followed from the studio audience) She was the typical Orlando style grandma looking type that is always predictable, as if produced by some nameless and faceless midwest corporation, assembled in Tiawan, and convienently purchased at many fine retail establishments.
Years ago, before there was my two dimentional mentor, I would sleep underneath a freeway overpassin the California desert and imagine cookie cutter suburban families reading bedtime stories to their children at night while distant gunshots rang out from the neighborhoods to the east.
"That? That was nothing;' they would explain to their children, " Don't worry about it, it is not our problem" They would say, "Just go to sleep."
Meanwhile, that toxic brown cloud grew on through the night and mom had to leave work early to refill her Albuteral perscription. Anyone can buy happiness if they have adequate medical insurance, just take your prozac and don't ask questions. And remember, every Sunday kneel and do the sign of the cross; up,down,left,and right. Do not even think of questioning your security, just remember to march in square unicin and leave the thinking to us. The laws of common sense have been repealed, unerlateral compliance is now cumpulsory under federally mandated statutes. I am not avdicating a return to the stone age, I am avdicating a return to responsibility, although it is so much more trendy to be a martyr.
9 out of ten lunitics agree that rap musicians are the best moral role models for the youth of our society today than anyone else. If rap music has taught me anything, it has taught me that a fleet of luxury cars, an aunterauge of sociopathic ex cons and reprobates, plenty of cash wadded up and flashed about the room, a large company of beautiful but shallow and surgically modified women, and enough firepower to invade a small country is truly what the hopes and aspirations for us all should be. That is what it is all about, maybe even more so than the Hokey Pokey. Once you get there however, make sure you stay in the ghetto keep robbing liquor stores dispite your millions of dollars and fame. You must keep it real! Keep it just as real as the lifestyles portrayed on your videos, that way there is no confusion on how life really is.
As for your soul and conscious, there are many sale options around every corner and you should sell them both as soon as possible. After all, both of those went out of style in the fifties, why even still have them? You...do wanna keep it real,don't you? So black America remember, all you gotta do is rap and play basketball and you too will make it, so long as you sell your soul first.
Operation dreamtime is in full effect but ignored by the masses in full sprint to the shopping malls subconciously singing that unanamos song : Drug me, Drug me, with your magazines and fuck machines (to quote the Dead Kennedys) Even shit can come in a pretty package if you dont believe me,check out this link www.sendaturd.com
If the psyciatric community is reading this and comparing it to there already extensive record on and about me, they would unanamosly vote to have me involintarily medicated and quarrintined from mainstream society because I refused to "Keep it real". Oh, wait... Too Late!!! So much for my moment of clarity.
Triangle Megahertz have only enforced this level of controlin the last 15 years or so. Do you ever hear it? that short lived tone in one of your ears that lasts anywhere from about five to fifteen seconds only to be ignored and passed off as "one of those things" Many of us do and it is largely ignored. Believe me it is there for a reason. Your brother knows where you are and knows what you are doing. Believe me he is worse than Santa Claus, he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake.
This skitzopatic and surreal viewpoint may seem all but incoherrent to everyone except its author, but now the moon is full and the vicious hemmoroidal serpants have come to adorn me in leather as I enter the eight to ten hour world of total possibility. I lie down and peer through the barred window at the crescent moon outside I see that same wolf walking by, stopping only to gaze at me from afar,and starting off again. I hear familiar voices far off in the distance, any change yet doctor? they ask.
"No, a muffled and reverberating voice replies, all he ever does is sit there laugh uncontrollably."
But what can I do; its all a big joke, what the hell am I supposed to do?
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