the harangue - jan. 2000
goo

     your american cheeseball-geography enables the best of us to avoid the peers we've met throught our days and learned to dislike whether quickly or over time...the frames of this house have gone up in flames a dozen times over every night and no one even notices...dont think about me when your masturbating, I prefer more socially tolerable and even significant moments for my reality to enter your mind, please...a bright alarm will not stop the voices in your peanut head...the one between your legs? Praise Jesus...Liberty comes in three parts and we've only just receeded backwards from phase one a month ago, it brings healthy, whelpy tears to my ass...glib turning smiles from every direction, but none the smile I need, the one with the pretty pink teeth...gravy boats are meant to float not be abused, usurp the turkey regime! their gravy making days are numbered and their leaders will pay dearly...roman numerals are utilized today to undermine the lesser developed societies and feebler minds from translation...so stoned so much as of late and its found to be really quite blissful, I find myself physically attracted to that purple bong and it appreciates my love...lonely tea blossoms drop shallow light green from eager trees and the wanting ground beckoning below...I've found living alone to be truly charming in its demeanor and hermetic delight...looking forward to underground movements above the soil to celebrate, a rare occurance in this century, but we are going upon direction anew...the south pole of mars is a shady realm this type of year, join us in the effortless hunt, choose mars, choose red...one day you too will be living in a polluted slum on another world...my stomach churns in barely audible surges of molten rot, or feels as much, don't they make a pill?...peace is a simple phonecall away...Sol creates the mood and light while Luna controls our nature and night, for 70 years a Luna as such has not been seen, enjoy yourself... conniving soul feed searching mephistopholes stitched in two for the broad jump competitions ahead...no one knows the wicked ways of so called hell, seniority is in effect...what a world we would be if only a daydream...waking early to dope and cartoons especially to get to the grocery store before the masses, spent alot less then I thought I would and even got some cheap big candles for doomsday...chaos in china and the trade union wants to rape your dog, or so the anarchists would have you think...there hasn't been an error in your eyes that could have gotten past the censors...1000 Ex-soviet patriot-acrobats, smile fiendishly at a capitalist american audience, the wolves are loose in the hen house...sterling silver trays I use for cleaning my dope and my soon to be ex-wife asks me 'doesnt it make you sick to use that silver tray we got for our wedding from my cousin for your weed?', that one will be a classic memory...everything seems perpendicular from here...I recall a few single moments in time adding up to a minute bit of moment in my life experiencing dread and true fear...I own a plethora of things which i do not even realize exist within 30' of my general existance, everything I wanted once is often forgotten now...tubular slick, but not slick in a tubular fashion, aliens of a never dreamed sort float about in tiny voids in more then one bastion within the massive stretches of the universe...trying too hard can and will make you go blind, believe in the flow, a blank mind often leads to creative meandoring, but you cannot beat an inspirational source of literature to quench the need for the souls throbbing and desire for strange unheard of creations and genius, will wonders never cease? so much fine art truly exists...

 goo

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