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I was halfway thru the Milky Way before I really saw what was going on
The electric plant
The giant electric works/field/shadow/dirge/massive/frankensteinhead/frankenstein
giving head/missive/past/future/rat
The giant electric works company dunno what you call it
But it blew up
And it scared the shit out of me
I was on the couch
Eating fake chicken patties
Watching bootleg TV shows on the inner net
On my too short couch
In my underwear
The idea that I would paint later
Running like gerbil in the wheel of my mind
When all at once
As if the apocalypse
As if god was shining a funhouse thru striking a match the size of a dinosaur
As if aliens suddenly shone a light on me, which clearly said
'We are not fucking around'
As if I were an ant under the magnifying glass of time
And the sun decided to be brighter than ever and come down to lick on my face
It was true shock
A true what the fuck moment
A pause (short)
Working toward understanding (quick)
And then panic
Which looked like
My mind
Saying
"You gotta get the fuck outta here"
Scrambleling to find my pants
My shoes
Fuck the socks
I ran to the front door
Without pants on
The big electric monstrosity on fire and billowing huge plums of smoke as if
something giant and evil were smoking a cigar
As if cartoon dynamite were going to explode the world
It was easy to see death could happen
It was easy to feel how vulnerable I am
Each of us is
Other people in the building running out
Feet scattering downstairs
Wills teetering on tears
Fire engines and police screaming in the distance coming closer
I got my bike
And kinda dressed was outside
Breathing in the age of pollution
Breathing industrial
Wasteland
At least eight fire engines
Passing me by as I peddle up the street
My life such a small thing
An ant still under the glass of the sky
We are alive
As long or as little
As he wants us alive
Tiny little crushable things
Going around thinking
They can live forever
I look behind me
The industrial age in flames
America
Ready to explode
America
All set
To explode
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ten things i said to the mirror when my name was norman
1 success!
Bold redundancy
Triumph fear casual
Take note
Get high in death[sic]
2 why would you tell me what you are going to do? Just do it
3 you always under estimate me but that is natural[sick]
4 cream cheese and lip gloss (sic)
5 who invented the mirror and how was he aloud to live after?
What a miracle a mirror is!
Think of it. Yer reflection reflecting upon reflection. Almost as strange and
wonderful as rock n roll. Everything is opposite[sic]
6 do not retreat do not advance
Simply maneuver
And then defend the people with purple hair[sic]
7 thru the known I find the unknown. Thru u I find the means to exaggerate my
Will[sik]
8 duck[sick]
9 a head without a head is a head without a head[sic]
10 there is the enemy. Give him no advantage. [sick]
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The Holy Ghost riding me like a pony
Just to be clear
I am clear
Or not fuzz
Not
That is
Partaking
In any unnatural buzz
But rather
Sitting on the bones
Of my ancestors
And chanting grief euphorics
Into submission
My mind
A cat
Burgaler
A tiger
A stray dog
With foam mouth
Picking thru garbage
Chewing a chicken bone
But at last
Spitting it out
And running
When I hear
The whistle blow
To be clear
I am clear
Not necessarily
Without fear
But enlightened in a grey cloud
Urging/watching the rain fall
I get the love
You kicked over in a ball for me
The image I let it play
Dictation from another time
Another monster
Another rival
Another friend
Another mousetrap on the horizon
But you will need more than that for a rat like me
The Holy Ghost riding me like a pony
We race thru the sewers
Sending you light
From underneath yer street
We bring you light
To be clear
I am clear
Never suction nosed any powder
Thru my rubber hose
Never let fangs bleed on the virgin’s neck
Never forgot to pump the stomach of my sacred cow
Never stole a tooth from the tooth fairy
Never told death what to do
Never gave life a reason to leave me (not entirely true/but for flow)
Never told Jesus whom to save except when I was him
And then I just saved everyone
And turned the world into a flower
In the blue of a new borns eyes
But then everyone got bored and called out for the myth of war
I too saw a reason for it
And just became normal
And started riding a bike
On the soul of a trapeze artist
Until we started owning everything
And sold memberships to the sky
To be clear
I am clear
Cocaine should be black powder
Like gun powder
Eyes like bullets
Fire in the chest
And if we could display our hearts
On the street
(And we can and we do!!)
What would you see in me?
And what would I see in you
To be clear
I am clear
Hollow in coconut water and green tea
Swimming in the nasty river
And jumping from a horse in the middle of nowhere
Ride off
I'm so lost I'm found
I'm so gone I lead
They all need someone to take them home
Once you no longer care where you are
You have arrived
To be clear
I am clear
Translucent in the murk
A seer
For what good vision?
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an eagle riding a motorcycle
<tt><tt>I never wear my favorite shirt<br />Its not what you'd expect it to be<br />It has an eagle riding a motorcycle<br />I'm wearing it now<br />With no pants<br />My room is a tragedy<br />I tried meditation<br />I lasted eight minutes<br />And fell asleep<br />There has to be a reason<br />God wants us to do push ups and situps<br />Once you know that<br />You probably know everything<br /></tt></tt>
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murdered sacred cow
The whole world shakes me down
The Holy Ghost in rags
I've been burning up this town
And flippin tiny bags
Zeus gave a blade
Apollo stuck him up
I committed to the fade
But then drank another cup
It’s a dirty song that runs
For yer fingers in yer chest
Trying to feel for bombs and guns
Or a heart with out a vest
Bullet proof, good or not
Wrecked the weekend coming now
I will see you at the spot
With my murdered sacred cow
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