Thinking of Green Yolk, Terrapins, and a Cheshire Cat...
And remembers kiddos...with out fine veil...classism doesn't exist....at all...shhhhhhh....playing nice in the sandbox all day long...Venus was always a dumb bitch...poor dear matriarchical tendencies...We've got the gridmaster table up, a love just for her, intriguing conversations, bikerides just(ICE) FORE her, Golfing Fore Love, VIOL
Waith for it, this encoded bitch...to our decoded status....she want's a revolution....really...well the show must indeed go on...we've been waiting and now our little feast has arrived....
Surfer World ROCKetiquette...She's on her way....Let us rise up...it will be entirely unexpected...again....Once upon a time...Though, in relation to supremacist allure, she always had creative play...and yet, on the RADIO, more by the numbers North Korea just for you, while we switch out the behavior...DEMO-cracy as a veneer...a new day for the same old world shit. Wah, wah, wah...when artistry is about entertainment rather than cultural voice and tracing certain behavioral designs...of what use is that, when people are in so much love these days...World Piece....
HE requires success on commercial terms....SHE's success on cultural terms...and she can't even get air time, not on the TV screen, not in the script...He's got Venus on that pay to play plan...I mean, when she's going to trace out the bloodsport around the world....Philistines, Mycaneans? Wah... This just in, not that....Keeping you up to date on the latest and greatest because you tune-in all the time, and completely give a fuck, as long as it looks right...SMILE....Y....IIIIISSSSSSHHHHHH (Dial up Ron English)
She wants a platform...once upon a time in America, her writers were in the scripts, she was on the radio...and now she's finding herself on a very different type of platform...
I wonder what's going on...it all looks so down home on the farm...so upright...by the numbers....stories about when a girl meets a boy...she don't know she's beautiful...interview....pan camera on the titties, can peter find her never never land...still not on the map, then conquer in a different way...ice her out in all ways, ensure success on a particular basis, push her kind off the grid, out of promotion, fuck her cultural desires considering...It's all so lucrative when she's not around...and as for the voices and blood screaming around the world....shh, tune in, live from the Television screen, so you know, everyone can be informed...and of course follow the associations of the Decode...the pretty little things in the mirror... Again, throughout the ages, she was always among the key avenues of a society, unless her basket of toys are to lie upon her gravestone...that would be working in relation to violent times...why is she no longer among the American airwaves and among the popular cultural presentations....Why?
Dick Sucking a status marker? Why?
When it's now about that pay to play opportunity...she's the housing crisis...he's the tent that is SO BIG...all she's gotta do is open the barn door...He's always in love with that pay to play pan...on our way to World Piece...
This world...it's like a VIOL in the snatch...not harmony...no vibrations...just pills...not even a choice...all blue...not even the matrix...just a really bad porn... I think of Royal Immaculate Conception...A sort of sealy posture pedic on some kind of locamotive arm...the Crow(-N-)ed just jolly rogering about...remarking they "couldn't possibly" all the while with the blue pills something POPS like a game of connection and out comes baby...and it's that whole GAGA for CHACHA all over again...It's like an Ed sheerans dongle clasp...FOREplay is well planned, and when the heat is on the ICE starts to form...And when it's to be a new flavor for the United States....
Diamonds for dirting drinking water it is...just keep stacking diamonds on a dying hand...and when the societal body destabilizes...I mean, those diamonds, their worth?...on a dying hand...back in the purse...Stars and Stripes getting played....no artistry allowed on the radiowaves articulating the cultural form of the day any longer...it happened all the way up to the 90s...from TALK TALK it's my life to NO DOUBT it's my life...a switch...I wonder what's going on?
Diversity of love not playing nice in the sandbox...it's all good we got the Diversity of hate on deck...get the Ku Klux Rainbow flag Klan out and about...throw a gala...our decodes will hold the association with only the needed few words to put that Venus bitch out of her misery...SMILE....Like OJ...OK.....GO....
Now back to Miss Machine's Bidirectionality...Turn, Turn, Turn....Break Dancing on that Royal Dick plan....I think of Epstein...I think of that US role on the WWII plan...I think of the internet...I think of seeing is believing and the need to preclude the air we breathe, the processes of behavior...I mean if it isn't seeing, the fuck believing anything else...pretty diamond....pretty diamond...fuck the dying hand, fuck the potable drinking water...smile you dirty American fucks. The new country...DEMO-cracy as a plastic veneer you dumb fucks, like taking out of our majestic purse, to be among our globular plans...Striped hos...fuck your WWII role, hypocrisy is the best revenge fuckers...but again, that couldn't possibly...Keep stacking those diamonds...much like the Epstein footage couldn't be doctored...and there was no fucking list....Sure! Seeing is believing, seeing is believing....Eye for an I, Eye for an I...No place like home, No place like home....here really is a wonderful wizard isn't he...those ruby slippers just fell out of th sky...they were trying to find their way home....Constantinople here I come...SS Georgie....don't you want your boat back Georgie....POP, POP, POP...it's just water...between the dead and me, five plots...five guys...Flyentology will always save you from your troubles...if not a world war, then the gutting of the United States...Let's make a deal...Carpenter Y TU Brut EH!...take the diamonds first, then smear her blood...but He's taking care of us...He loves us...He will always be there, just for our loving hearts....World Pieces for Reeses...A World of Sweet, Sweet, Togetherness...I wonder what's the plan...Royal Purse and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre...I mean when White Castle Crosses no longer need the American system...Dial a Royal...Get the hands on the levers...Keep Calm and Carrie On...Something about Black and Brown people (colonially differentiated shhh...and as for a diversity of love in relation to a diversity of hate....shhh...just follow diversity in the mirror. Cornel West. Superficial Diversity....SHHHHHHHHHHH. We are in the library and it's just water, got IIIIITTTTTTT) ...I don't know...just play nice in the sandbox...build a sand castle....it will all workout...cross the fingers and knock on wood...the door will open up any minute now...after all, he's painted the sky blue with his pills...
Just open the door...plenty of pills...poppies....poppies....poppies...opioid crisis anyone...viol in the snatch...strings on the puppet..
...and when it's all in the WHITE light, MICKEY, like a nice as ice angelic star, so close and yet so far...living in his image...POP STARS...Remember to Dismember...grab an OJ wookie...this just in Muslims are entirely dangerous...the gays are under attack (if she can pay to play, as for her underlings, fuck em off with mirror play, SMILE)...the ability to be a 5 point human star at risk....the internet is drying up....blood oranges are losing blood...the carpenter lost his sugar cap...follow the encode...follow the encode...so the decode can keep fucking you!
We're all just the same...in the mirror...no behavior at all to trace out...seeing remains believing...MICKEY hand sun gleaming...Rinse and Repeat...
