rhubarb surplus
so hormonal, my impulses got the best of me. i was saturated with dopamine. cruising through the gulf stream in a glass cocoon, sucked into a whirlpool and spiraled down into unexplored territory under the waters of the earth. the sea has secrets kept from you and me, and it tantalizes the imagination. the images were incredible, but quickly forgotten, like a "boring" dream. this is a truly twisted reality, courtesy of the nature of the universe. i'm not well versed in the science behind it, but i respect that a lot. a single candle is lit in honor of those who would study these specifications. a swirling vortex of seemingly random madness utterly hypnotizes a large percentage of the population, but a keen eye sees the order of it all. ordered chaos, rooftop spigot shooting rainbow silly string, an uplifting little melody played loud through the speakers, quickly jumping up and grabbing the rafters, doing some pull ups, increasing the heart rate, blood flows to the warm muscular pump in the center of your chest. better living through a natural high, a highly important practice for a sedentary, sedated people.
mystic spices ravished boiling tongues. a galloping stallion leaped over tall red hedges. salvation is simple, dummy! a fragile key to reality crystallized in the center of your mind. extreme powers within reach, glowing golden leaves light the pathways to unknown destinations. obsidian dice aid decisions. welcome to the one true dominion of gooey headdresses and aged bodybuilders reciting their mighty superstitious scripts. grab a handful, you animal! lawful and vulnerable, but peaceful and adorable. a need for adoration of mediocrity in society bothers me. a steaming load of banal gibberish flashes past eyes quickly. attention won't be paid, it will be bothered with at a later date, maybe.
zooming along railroad tracks, happening upon stacks of ancient magazines, cutting them to ribbons, cancel the subscriptions, refill the prescriptions for mind bending necessary chemicals. the end of stodgy crooked sentinels patrolling the vicinity, i've had enough of their insincerity.
crowbar justice without a need to scare anyone. misguided puppets being sent to slaughter, to pay rent, to be fodder and laundry and awful. to be costly and closeted, spanked, robbed, barren, pocketed. but happy and callous, full of joy and malice and rubber bugs and otters and pugs fighting it out inside a reusable bag. chrysanthemums and radishes on car hoods dancing to the tune of nonexistent song, rekindle the flame of passion and again hit the bong. this is not an endorsement of recreational drug use, just an easy rhyme. i might even be serious this time.
swank, excellent, excel at the delivery of poison, habits die hard, but they can be broken to pieces and replaced with good stuff. good deeds in the eyes of me, in need of a hole in the head to alleviate pressure. pleasurable sensations are derived from sonic events. paying for music is money well spent. i aid musicians in their quest for the ultimate sounds. i don't respect uncreative boring clowns.
destroy the bad habits, annihilate the addictions. don't be a bunch of "victims!" pick up your swords and raise them in the air. self defense is indispensable for childish imbeciles. straighten your spines! color in the lines! self control! show me your soul!
mystic spices ravished boiling tongues. a galloping stallion leaped over tall red hedges. salvation is simple, dummy! a fragile key to reality crystallized in the center of your mind. extreme powers within reach, glowing golden leaves light the pathways to unknown destinations. obsidian dice aid decisions. welcome to the one true dominion of gooey headdresses and aged bodybuilders reciting their mighty superstitious scripts. grab a handful, you animal! lawful and vulnerable, but peaceful and adorable. a need for adoration of mediocrity in society bothers me. a steaming load of banal gibberish flashes past eyes quickly. attention won't be paid, it will be bothered with at a later date, maybe.
zooming along railroad tracks, happening upon stacks of ancient magazines, cutting them to ribbons, cancel the subscriptions, refill the prescriptions for mind bending necessary chemicals. the end of stodgy crooked sentinels patrolling the vicinity, i've had enough of their insincerity.
crowbar justice without a need to scare anyone. misguided puppets being sent to slaughter, to pay rent, to be fodder and laundry and awful. to be costly and closeted, spanked, robbed, barren, pocketed. but happy and callous, full of joy and malice and rubber bugs and otters and pugs fighting it out inside a reusable bag. chrysanthemums and radishes on car hoods dancing to the tune of nonexistent song, rekindle the flame of passion and again hit the bong. this is not an endorsement of recreational drug use, just an easy rhyme. i might even be serious this time.
swank, excellent, excel at the delivery of poison, habits die hard, but they can be broken to pieces and replaced with good stuff. good deeds in the eyes of me, in need of a hole in the head to alleviate pressure. pleasurable sensations are derived from sonic events. paying for music is money well spent. i aid musicians in their quest for the ultimate sounds. i don't respect uncreative boring clowns.
destroy the bad habits, annihilate the addictions. don't be a bunch of "victims!" pick up your swords and raise them in the air. self defense is indispensable for childish imbeciles. straighten your spines! color in the lines! self control! show me your soul!