The Sleep of Reason

Grrrr.

"I'm still standing, yeah yeah yeah."

Dreamt of tk all night. Going hither and thither on a TVS someting or other
with a wobbly key. Hotels and
The IA alarm clock - little magical jobby - wakes you like a muezzin.
Looks like a gold piece, expands...



i'm not slim, but slippery jim is closer
i'm a shady character for a mere poser
tyler is a pussy. i'm better than him
and for another jack attack, i can do it like a hymn

he's fiction. he has one course of action
monomania a unified faction
when i'm done with my little fun
i'll leave every fascist fat cat in traction

then get down to the great work
shutting down your circle jerk
you remember that your little rays are going at your greatgrandkids too
it's emit that's in love with what it is i do
percy turns it backwards, that's the path to the cup
i've left you all a sip, so share - but drink up

better settle your little lawsuits right now
and lets get one thing straight:
all our base are belong to me
hotter than rammstein at half eight

cats all together now: 'how are you gentlemen'
in the meow mix, play pick up sticks - someone set up us the friend
this is snow leopard one on everest island two howling about mistake number thee...

i am alone. i am fucked. i feel like the star in some untitled movie,
it's action, it's adventure, it's comedy, it's groovy
the soundtrack is like mustaine's countdown to extinction,
a little uneasy rider, a little rue desolation

but i am still what paige k. miller called me
the most dangerous gangster in lingual destiny
i make tyler look like a kindergarten primer
primer, did he say primer?
chapel hill, bitter pill, smells like an almond joy vagina

i can say two words and every spook in timbuktu will prick his ears or vice-versa...
inescapable vectors

see?

there's a million more hidden underneath this cursor

now i'm gonna avoid telling you tooo much about twins in the mirror
gemini. my apollonian side you don't wanna know
i repress the bastard well enough
he plays rough doesn't just act tough

he only spills magic beans
everybody climbing birthing psychedelic tourist scenes
the stand is the wizard of oz compared to what he has in mind for you fucked little monkeys. and do excuse the occasional epithet, i count myself among you so i do feel free to abuse us.

you're talking to my dionysian side.
this is my diary so what goes goes along for the ride
i am independent production unit eight
i was given birth to by xeven and matricide is strictly up to fate
i prefer to let buildings collapse under their own weight

so i have been set up by my 'friends' my 'folks' my 'country' my 'lovers'
rebirth, what it's worth - puts us all undercover
i know who i am, give or take a few centuries of years
i'm the harmless snake in tall cool grass, but i'l play upon your fears

there is no antichrist, for the first matter has no pylon to enter this plane.
big badda boom will have to wait
and surely there's neither loss nor gain
i am the wooden duck from hell, do i profit from exposure?
and just realizing how powerful is cynosure.

you know the 'tar baby?' friends?
add a little death and don't touch me,
cause it never really ends
to the third generation is our motto - i know - it's mine
we don't just clean house, we clean the genes and lines
i'm struggling to keep the wrath away from the who's who
till everyone that needs to be hughes says 'can do'

i'm not out to screw you - just reacting to the cage
with a little honest rage, urinating on a lupine wall, lights out - that's all


now to the future that knows me as both eyes gleaming in the dark,
this is a call to action - an acid head abroad in rinkin' park
we need two vegan shakes, a big bird down,
and some serendipity
yeah something nice for me
cause it's been a shitty vacation.

i have known the power of an empty hand, an i can't tell you all how lucky you are
that in a drunken fit unplanned, uncalled for,
i haven't unleashed the many arms of my orb, that little ball can do mostly anything
but sing...
the half-blood of a bastard prince, as it leaves my lips
will stain history like an apocalypse,
and for what? some moral semi-truth?
you can't fake the sooth-saying
and i'm spraying meaning

i am denied to stoke these fires,
cause desires make me crazy, overcome inertia
would i should i can i hurt ya?
treed cat waiting for a worried fireman
got a way down myself, but this is fun

set/apollo is the conscience, oddly
dionysosiris sez phuquit most of the time
he loves the dice
the ass gambleth not. stubborn phule

now these vials have been opened slowly...
south american angels sophisticated and on the way
hit 'em with the porn, then a flood of dope
and hit em hard the next day
teach them how inefficient it is to let mere moralists hold sway
fritter all the manpower away - on powdered leaves and little girls and boys
when the bad guys have this new destructive toy?

damn i was angry - i gave them coal for christmas
i didn't think they'd smear it on their faces
no not about race, about charity, parity
a mismatched batch - and that's it for freebies

i designed the motorbike splish splash and regretted it
we have to fix that fast before i forget to, the past races by me now
it seems to be going both ways

emphasize weil and the breath, prana building block of life
filter everything important
rally around the workplace - fuck home
labour ethic? no, practicality
i have to help. robespierre and spartacus ay!
knit two perl three
enuff blabbery for now
i will assume total control of this verse later