spy vs. guy
coiling, haranguing, hanging around the garden, ogling gnomes, munching on carrots to improve eyesight, you sight a strange occurrence, some naturally occurring phenomena, an anti-aircraft cruise missile shooting like a star across the moody sky. you got the blues and goose pimples now, you're consumed by sorrow, cannibalized by melancholia and mutilating yourself with surgical precision. just like a hippo in mating season, you bite the other males of the species with your powerful jaws. open and shut case, a jabber, a pause for reflection and inoculating your fragile psyche from the likes of the unclean.
screeching feedback is drowning your conscience, a bullying from the critics, crickets chirped after the performance. nobody cared, the will to accept such meaningless drivel dried up and flew away, it was broken down and reinvigorated, reintegrated into the rest of the storm system of nature's spasmodic hurricane. nobody had to even know about the unfortunate events that led to your arrest, but it was publicized nevertheless. the justification for the publication of the sordid details entails a long sordid tale of regretful nastiness. mind altering calculated merrymaking, youthful lovemaking, horrible parenting, mythical governing by unseen forces and a special unit designed to survey and manipulate all the revolutionaries and freethinkers. the radicals are currently under surveillance, a freelance dance instructor programs the variety hour where our next performance is scheduled for next week. what a weak display it will be when we forget our lines and stumble, our stubble being shown in close-up, it will make the audience throw up when we deliver the unseemly phrases and cheesy excuses concocted to farcically satisfy the crowd's hunger for quality entertainment. i've been water boarded and bamboozled, put in the stocks, humiliated, they lopped off my locks, i'm bald now, i'm in full view of the group of thousands roaring with derisive laughter. on knees unapologetically being flayed, true intent was never necessarily needed by anyone, let alone the malleable sons of the clean living people that scream for blood.
no reason, no death was uneven in the eyes of authority. all seemed polished and pristine, the good old days filmed by a lens smeared with Vaseline. alcoholic beverages sold well and lubricated society to the point of no return. all the locks popped off, and everybody earnestly tried to molest the prisoners of politics. my heart was broken by stones and sticks, words immolated me, violated my constitutional rights, all the kids were pushed down flights of stairs designed for the purpose of juvenile execution. the sixteenth final solution to a problem that never existed outside the minds of men in loony bins that make and break laws, but enforce them just to prove a rusty point. the jagged tip of a spear was poked into the side of a martyr, the guards heard the weeping of his daughter as the spear caused no reaction. now the guards take the corpse off the cross with satisfaction. the daughter commits suicide with a knife. she chokes on her own blood and keels over. the soldiers don't care, they throw the body behind a boulder and march away gallantly.
leprosy and heart disease. evils unneeded for anyone under the dome. judgment looms like the grim specter of disability. spectacles help us to see the great con that's being perpetrated against the ignorant populace. scarification is a spectator sport, the humble abode of deadbeat losers who choose to abuse the fruits of honest labor. Honest Abe is spinning in his grave, the dead animals in the cemetery come back to life briefly but are suffocated in coffins. this happens often, it's a sick magic trick performed by those who would abort musicians. the ones in control of this very real disaster steal cement and plaster to create homes for the greedy foul-hearted megalomaniacs that are giving me a heart attack. god damned plagiarists and phony vermin should have their mouths washed out with gasoline. siphon my machine, baby! i'll drive a hundred miles to get to the show, where a great event will take place: the makeup applied to psychotic optimism's face!
screeching feedback is drowning your conscience, a bullying from the critics, crickets chirped after the performance. nobody cared, the will to accept such meaningless drivel dried up and flew away, it was broken down and reinvigorated, reintegrated into the rest of the storm system of nature's spasmodic hurricane. nobody had to even know about the unfortunate events that led to your arrest, but it was publicized nevertheless. the justification for the publication of the sordid details entails a long sordid tale of regretful nastiness. mind altering calculated merrymaking, youthful lovemaking, horrible parenting, mythical governing by unseen forces and a special unit designed to survey and manipulate all the revolutionaries and freethinkers. the radicals are currently under surveillance, a freelance dance instructor programs the variety hour where our next performance is scheduled for next week. what a weak display it will be when we forget our lines and stumble, our stubble being shown in close-up, it will make the audience throw up when we deliver the unseemly phrases and cheesy excuses concocted to farcically satisfy the crowd's hunger for quality entertainment. i've been water boarded and bamboozled, put in the stocks, humiliated, they lopped off my locks, i'm bald now, i'm in full view of the group of thousands roaring with derisive laughter. on knees unapologetically being flayed, true intent was never necessarily needed by anyone, let alone the malleable sons of the clean living people that scream for blood.
no reason, no death was uneven in the eyes of authority. all seemed polished and pristine, the good old days filmed by a lens smeared with Vaseline. alcoholic beverages sold well and lubricated society to the point of no return. all the locks popped off, and everybody earnestly tried to molest the prisoners of politics. my heart was broken by stones and sticks, words immolated me, violated my constitutional rights, all the kids were pushed down flights of stairs designed for the purpose of juvenile execution. the sixteenth final solution to a problem that never existed outside the minds of men in loony bins that make and break laws, but enforce them just to prove a rusty point. the jagged tip of a spear was poked into the side of a martyr, the guards heard the weeping of his daughter as the spear caused no reaction. now the guards take the corpse off the cross with satisfaction. the daughter commits suicide with a knife. she chokes on her own blood and keels over. the soldiers don't care, they throw the body behind a boulder and march away gallantly.
leprosy and heart disease. evils unneeded for anyone under the dome. judgment looms like the grim specter of disability. spectacles help us to see the great con that's being perpetrated against the ignorant populace. scarification is a spectator sport, the humble abode of deadbeat losers who choose to abuse the fruits of honest labor. Honest Abe is spinning in his grave, the dead animals in the cemetery come back to life briefly but are suffocated in coffins. this happens often, it's a sick magic trick performed by those who would abort musicians. the ones in control of this very real disaster steal cement and plaster to create homes for the greedy foul-hearted megalomaniacs that are giving me a heart attack. god damned plagiarists and phony vermin should have their mouths washed out with gasoline. siphon my machine, baby! i'll drive a hundred miles to get to the show, where a great event will take place: the makeup applied to psychotic optimism's face!