...Puzzling evidence...
Like pin the tail...Espresso machiato, turn, turn, turn...here's the task....here's the wall...stand tall...easy to feel good this way...with so many shiny things surrounding...there's little time...lights, camera, action...I am ready for my close-up Mr. Demille...a world of selective togetherness...holding everything together...Russia vs Ukraine...Palestine vs Israel...nothing in-between...Just watch the news...the area hitlist preplanned, among the in-between all caught up in the cross-hairs, poor dears, bleeding hearts, into the hell yet again, dichotomy sandwich serving poor dear meat....This side, that side, in-between....shhhh...there's uh...no in-between....um....just a clean cut dichotomy....no one is caught in-between, we promise....poor dears were toward the process...2 sides arm and arm, embodying the superior performance weren't having it....spin the intelligence, take some pictures, run the good word...blood hits the soil....they will be back to the supremacy of allure in the mirror...dead or alive...as living death or death living...Mr. Demille! ...and we were kids. We were given these puzzles...it was fun... puzzle after puzzle...a game of sorts...fitting everything together...it had an impact...then we were offered an opportunity to fly overseas...maybe hangout in places like Moscow...make some plans...select some areas...then fire up the news rotation....go back to a pew...see the other cute little kids....playing with puzzles....bored among the laundering joys...Dearly beloved, we are gathered here...the world, it's such a terrible, violent world...and here we are, like herbie, invisible driver, finger never lifted, basking in the light of these fine offerings...as for what floats the laundering machines...as for how all the money is being made....like pin the tale, tall or small...Espresso Machiato hasn't the time, and when all those roses are to be red...it's a lot of work...and the kingdom is pretty and shiny...POP....POP.....POP....Sugared up, Hollowed out, Off the cobb...This just in, making the head...lines....laundering be fly...blood under a 9 lives rug...fat cat purrs for a venus in fur...red rose...wolves in sheeps' clothing, dressing sheep in wolves' clothing...on that soul train rise...spritzing the red away...pink sands...la playa's inc...come out...the water is warmed up...nice and cozy...no lightning strikes in sight...forget the full-circle...come on, come on...don't be shy...enjoy...these pretty little things...no cost, just enjoyment...let this be your celebration....to realize who you are, in this moment...no one will follow you at the surface...all will be there with you. after all, that is what you see...sea foam, mouth foam...it's all the same...come on! The table is set! Let's get to know one another. We are all just the same, don't you want to play? It's the summer of love, love, love. Shiny happy people....arm and arm....come fly with us. Come on. Have some flowers for those bee stings. Be honey like us. It will make you feel better....we promise....fingers hidden, crosses bearing all. All is well that looks well. Follow our lead. No shock to the system at all. Come on...you got this!
Meanwhile, we are all fucked! Running the show, getting played...the fuck us running routine...rinse and repeat...no hope....but I am sure a smiling face with all the hope they can muster....will be just around the corner, working the block....solving the puzzle....getting the in-road to the entrails...something that reads like....in the beginning we were fucked....in the end, we were fucked...see the garden of eden....it was a mispelling...it was the garden of eating....yes kids...that's right....the garden was a gang bang.....and all will be fucked. The serpent was a double sided dildo....the apple was an ancient muzzle....no one was kicked out of the gang session...just 2 adventurous ones wanting to play in the sand...Who knew that sand in the snatch could open up other desires....when the motion in the ocean burns all parties....it is the kind of fucked that unfucks the fucking, but still fucked...again, all will be fucked... Including you little miss susy Q....those insightful questions...and your ability to solve those puzzzles....and those scores....you are on your way...to being fucked....you didn't make the grade....on that institutional hit list....not to worry, you'll be fucked too. And fuck the fucking fucker who didn't get fucked....we fucked him too....we don't know how but look at this shit. It's fucked. Even the glory holes in the pews...fucked....sure everyone is facing forward....a gaze from the leadership....no missionary in sight....all is safe, all is sound....the faces toward the pulpit....all good...it might be a hymnal in one hand and a hand job on the side.....it looks good. That is what counts. I get it. Suburban life, the car, the cute little kids.....fucked. But give hope a chance....just keep striving for that little whore that swings this hell into motion....no hope. I promise. That can be our little secret. Fucked. Basking in the light, 2 fucks for how it all goes down....POP, POP, POP, fucked....
