lord knows the lorax does

what it is and what it wuz cuz laying the traps out with metaphors snaring my competitors loose letters and goose getters beware! this is 700 fill and we be DOWN tonight ssssirius shining bright write about midnight clocks get ta turnin calendar get ta burnin all the bad habits and my tadbits of stash.
tommorrow will there be a better than last year? keep the ears to the track the beats gonna finaly beat back if this is too fast we can take em of and iridium blast yer glasses get ya set up for interstelular travel unravel the cord plug it in here we go again but now i can see! no more war in da babylon , no more poor in saskatchewan,  close the door on the flatchalation verbal mainly but not to stain the streets or strain the sheets if but for a freeeer sort of eats like algae chlorela cinnderella lost a slipper full of it could be the cure of it not for sure of it but a little bird said that the change is comin the change is comin.
maybe a self fixing car a self tuning guitar floating star wars bars we're seein farther than ever before ya know...

good ole yule and his mule tide tidings

well then here I are again layin back in the crease funky weightometer says it was a hell of a feast with a minimal hype some gripe n pipen lumbar slumbar shoulda closed hours ago but i fear its the spirits been at it again and again he saddles up the reindeer but its a caribou he really craves see it in his eyes cherrie pies and all the art suplies couldnt fix it so elixit and call it merry kindo scary on the flip side slip and slide n lights'll hide the sudden urge to cry n call the guy kringle try to mingle ring a ling a lingler a lit longer. cuz time makes the feelings stronger n longer was the road than told it seems that scenes of forever couldnt weather the storm funk the norm n cuz it was never bout conformin only forming the family ..stanley  listen we all fall off the canoe what to do but see eachother downstream mend the seam  and float again.....

grow too fast go too fast live too fast. bring back the numberless days

power is migratory cuz the fixins for it are eaten where it is kids gather round santas liver has the proof that most all life is under duress cuz ya know it woulda had it different different hens and different pens the real battle is between the pen and the sword if not written find it sittin collecting stripes in the never happened contest. only a legend or memory is where the freedom flag will fly why william wallace died my my the times goes by like blather rather hope i wind up finally a noticed mound and excavated, than a new pile burnt . but for now im satisfied just to debate wether we got formally or cordially bamboozled so i googled the why and found that they come to be kings or they come to be punished and sssirius  vanished into the ambilical cord turned black hole....
the streets are gettin paved with the souls of warrior poets act unscathed but their faced surely show it know its not a healthy habit feedin carrots to the rabbits leaving ewe with only tadbits of the truth about the planets man its damn its not the plan to wipe their ass and shake yer hand so heres your carrot go and cram.
besides we know they b sellin normal cheddar for siriusly sharp prices......

holy holidays Julio!

hey hey hey the sssiriusss speaks again! hes got the cyberphonic cronic cough & hes stuffin his stockins with green & red hairs & crystals like snowflakes for all his family's head!

ho ho ho serious B on fire again! hes bringing the hydrohaulic gifts that are weighing down his sled!

& his pack of good doggies are waitin on directions as to where the kings to be lead!

hes makin a list, hes checkin it thrice, hes spreadin wisdom across the land like johnny ganja seed on ice! you can hear the bells a jinglin man the beat that follows sounds so nice

& its ripe, out of season, surreal B it is so pleasin to know that hes on my team & always will be & there is no need of treason if there is no king. see sons, we bring the free ones to our kingdom & we all lead as one. & we balance trampoline act like we dancin on very tall stilts on the sun. & the solar flares be singeing my hairs but its all in the name of holiday fun. christmas cheers crack a beer build up bonds which wont be undone!

nighted sir ssssirius B right

the sun dispatced by a multifaceted stack of facts rack the backs of our acts out of fear of sudden impacts the mattress that your loots under attack grab fast wont last the past repeats itselfless sellin all our gas we smoke grass and laugh smoke hash and stash a record of ashed cashed in flat taxed on it all night long! dash rash thought might help clasp to the light smashing in again...

the great I am.. kablam

ever scince i was young been havin dreams about white screens scenes of letters n numbers comin from under all over page maze like catch my gaze like and then just expand inflate get so damn great i cant even tell what letter it was the better the buzz the closer the focus hocus pocus the smoke'll choke us if we dont wear glasses now it far surpasses any of the classes and dumb asses from sittin still but seems ive developed a skill to read em bleed em n reseed em
cache to cash is the real funkin issue hold on i need a tissue ..

o my word

im makin stew out of feces& spilling it on everyones fleeces. come, cousin, gather up the reeses & i will bring the lawtons that arent busted into pieces. which as far as i know consists of the 4 of me, & then i guess theres the animals, them 4 should be counted 3. & then recounted. see, i got this

price on my head, & all my ex-wives do want me dead, & i listen so attentively to all that gets said

& try to filter the good stuff & thick it up & add bread, & o yeah some hot sauce some kick to the head my steel toes are broken shattered glass shards between here & my bed. & its a long walk.

& im thankful that i was raised in the woods for my leather soled feet work like serfs to carry my goods. & bads, too, stue, they come with me. my baggage is heavy even though i live thrifty. my company is a non profit, but kind of accidentally, & funk it spiffy id rather go skiing than work tomorrow anyways.

that does it stan no more static in the vatican

that does it stan no more static in the vatican its a classic can you believe its already christ mass sufficient stash of the gods good greens like the phillipeens all layed out are the platters scattered wrappings and stackings of stockings all hung far flung tales of the north country pride be keepin us warm shelterd and covering the storm doors bent. heaven sent messages for starving villages youll surely still starve but extra tape will help keep the rapping straight in the studio right hoolio?  be kickin it down by the school yard with a guitar and a star lit cigar waitin to fall but not that far from the normal...

catching you up on "the new hardcopy" written with "the Lorax" in blue

sure hope i got enough firewood...

the white mountains seem like the goddamn himalayas.  & im all stuck up on the north slope with my dope supply running dry.

& its just about high time (if i know i & i)  to pack up all my shit in the middle of the night, & all my lovely friends wont get a byebye.

& ill escape this sub-arctic Finnish mans delight. 

ive fought this fight. 

i refuse to wrong the write.

& im sposed to be one o those lucky hippies

who got a girl showin the light.

i cant find it man.  been searchin for a really long time.

les do this cousin

beware of the groove!

lacin up dem boots with the straps tide tight time to get up time to stand up get ta fightin for yer writes n nights can get the cold chills, but keep a cheek to them diet pills cuz were pumpin full flavor

Rapunzells upstairs and cuz I know your gonna save her so go on and live and let love.

a buz a shrug a snug a little wind through the windows of time a little rhyme for my minds up

its all about heads n feet n arms. cuz once we leave this planet theres no up or down, so we best get used to followin our heads n feet n arms

right foot left foot right arm left arm head..  those are the directions to my library. kind o scary

inhale exhale

wish we had an ounce in da mail.

inhaling now.  <<<<wheeeeeeezzz>>>    exhaling thick plumes.  & this patch on my left shoulder got me bouncin round the rooms.  still need a smoke though.  head a little achy.

feeeeeets r on the move.  the rest of me trying to keep up.  falling into the groove.

the cave opening. opening wide.  so grease up your joints, both hands first, now slide on inside.  let the feets for once follow, let em glide on behind. 

those, my friend, are the directions  into the dungeon of my mind.

i wish you luck pilgrim, hope you brought your ball o twine.

both feets first, now shimmy on outside.

appearing for a one time showing without himself, the one the only, Sirius B!

check, checkpoint?, microphone check, can ya hear me?  this is sirius B up in this piece..

make some noise...

puttin on my blue blockers cuz

im goin spelunking fukin konging keepin right n stinking wrong n cuz this time its been to long n I'll keep clappin all my palms n find the beats keep beatin on n on n on n on n on n on

i got to read between the lines and keep sippin the spirits in the lyrics listen close its just a whisper but  im allways gonna hear it fear it or not the time ll take ya down the path less mowed n i'll b stickin to the plan n tryn't waiver to or fro

ya see, a plan is a plan, and a plan ya gotta keep i ll stack em deep n sold em cheaper by the dozen like my eggs,

so dont mess with the buzzin cuzin keep yer paws of the dial

pump the volume up another franconia notch  this is my profile

look quick and read slow cuz im turnin right at ya like a ratata tat tat ya ya better jump behind the bush

keep my cards face down papa needs another push

blue blockers gettin fogged and my keys r startin to smear it, which way to steer it, switch gears it, appears it,

a spirit in the lyrics.......

c c c can ya hear it

theres a spirit in the lyric

inhale exhale c c  can ya hear it

theres a spirit in the lyric

one life one love c can ya hear it

theres a spirit in the lyrics

hey sirius b, meet your new cousin, surreal furrealllllity

for real man, i bring the fury. & im fiery, furry & the rest is a lil blurry.  the jurys still out on the whole of the clergy cuz i couldnt get em slitherin in my direction.  they figured that the old way is tried & true, they gotta keep the serpent out of the great big blue.

cuz xpozure could rattle the heavens right outta their darkrooms,  outt there in the open, where that ominous hawk looms.  furreallllllly.  ideally these hillbillies will come up in arms when i splatter their subject matter.  we gather up our antimatter & laugh all the way up the ladder.  gettin fatter.  not tryin to fit in, nor to flatter but it seems like their pitter is missin a lil patter.

splatter the subject matter.

furrrrrreality, my brother from my stepmothers sister.  i feel the heavens shining down, i think they comin to get us mister.

with misdirected flaming fisted gifts of nymphomatic  sistas transporting brimstone blistaz

& a whole list of dish gloves & pissed grubs.  gettin ett all the time.

                       ;  /       SURREAL LIKE A LIL FUR SEAL.   FOR REAL

sirius b buckin the newvolution.//getuptogetdown.bitches.com

seems im crammin always scamin slamin the doors to curb the cold were gettin old and finally curing

i put it on the map so theres no real way find it

lookin at the sun n goin blind its far behind the normal pace of the masses so lets jack the price of classes raise your classy glasses and fillem with quicker lassies with plastic cars in fast tits are gettin passes for pennies on the

buck the newvolution

sirius b is bumpin pumpin twice the noise pollution

i need a gold spike to start this railroad track to the future i got a new guitar and a baby boy on the way this locomotions loaded full head o steam gonna pay for the time to love

i got my gloves n kicks i got my giddieup down keep my gradients up and keep my hiccups down for the count this time travelings made my eyes hurt i successfully time traveled backwards 1hr on halloween came back crispy and clean but im leanin further back into the cushion pushing down on me lids later kids

sirius b is not a russian but he does have a gotee

everybodys writing their books, sometimes I read em, and Im writin mine your about  to read it, but im not hiring editors right now its all good

they can keep their i woulds and you shoulds they hurt my ears im bout to switch these here gears into high speed this sirius b can i have your attention please

hes weaving through these woods hes stackin up sum goods bads r part of the game im layin claim to some good ground cuz we're bout to get down like a chicken but better bite down on your belt cuz the pitchers got a greased glove stayin hard to the cause maybe burn alittle green bud burnt better when the water was free and the where ya are right now is the place to be better than before like a revised edition comin from the core now like crusaders on a mission for the best I know

a place to grow a way to move the snow go smack the dog on the nose do good and stack the zeros behind my number one

staht tha jahn deeah cuzin really git er dun

why u always russian around boris

for real.  u git yer john deeeeya ill fire up the stihl.  & we can pan out a plot o dirts & see what treasures we can reveal.

shimmering in the bottom of the goldpan, ive  got the curb appeal.  surreal.  wars will be fought over the outcome of this deal.

so come out from under the frozen soil & bloom out of season pleasin the pleasure seekers committin random acts of treason.

see son?  if mr surreal could tack a face to the name hed write a rhyme right now about jackie gleason.

lets break ground.  kick dirt classify it & shake it around.  were bound to whatever head bangin prescious metals are found

sick in the head furrrreally (or everyone else is)

one mighty sentence maker b the sirusness

& the beat b the glue peacing together this mentalmess.

without rhythm, the waves in which the heads'll crest

may break b4 the beat bobs senselessnesssssssss

& restlessnessssss sithers into my nest

& im left guessin which is best, the sssssserpent or the rest?

tests like this make my head mess.

without rhythm heads just bang to their own time.

causing concussssscious cous cous type of rhyme.

without rhythm how can he give em pieces of mind?

deliver us the river, beat, & then we can unwind

our dna strands, stretch em out, make some twine

into a 500 mile extension cord made to deliver space & time

rhythm.  all else follows.

                             ;  /    the sentence server, the surfer, the fur coat burglar

                                                       furrrrrrealy fellas im sensing a merger

The beat's orders are clear, plug in the cord.....

siriusly cuz hats of to that,

were hooked up to the highest tech gadgets and the rhyhms runnin flat

but now I know its the cord

gotta tugg unplug debug n toss this n overboard

it was rated to deliver space OR time but not both at once

im best buyin a new one maybe stop for lunch

but then its back to the ship get this shit plugged in

HD IV COFFEE THC lets begin another 500 mile trip through space AND time

this time , also our range used to be 300 miles,  adjust your hats accordingly,

and keep your eyes open ya salty ores! cuz the cord runs back to the beat

and he keeps it creepin like a metranome doesnt break it down less its time to sail home so stay on course........

had to hot up me coffee

AVAST! YE LAND LOVERS sirius b coming ashore to rape and pillage yer villages

not distillin the quill its just the pill for the bills' due bitches pay up or float with the fishes your loot or your outlet?!?! 

the beat's orders were to plug in the cord

out of the way sir or ill be forced to throw ya overboard

we need another five hundred miles of smiles, isles, rum vials n sun dials n yaaarrrrrrrrrrr!!

not even so sure they know my name

cant believe they wouldnt even leave a note in whats left of my mailbox sayin "sorry i busted it, the corners a lil fucked to the left.  & the snowsnakes grabbed me & all i could do was overcorrect it was like i was in slow mo but the world went fast & the last thing i member is sayin 'fuck i wish i had the nuts to replace this mailbox.' "  alas.

3 times now this snowy season some silly drunk focker came round the corner bending reason & blasted my tree & my afore mentioned mailbox.  watch, next snowstorm im gonna wake up with some hillbilly in his driver seat in my living room.  watch.

so i received my w2s today, you know, from the lawton company.  they say shayne a. lawton. 

now you know the meaning behind the subject of the email youre receiving.

i wanna know about junior!!!!

break nest cousin think like its tomorrow!!!!

siriusly B sick from the couch.......

were gettin a health care bill for services not rendered, talk to the beat n he'll tell ya. me im muckin round in the sluece box with a rake and a rant gimmie a kayak gimmie valley turn the power up another 100amps keep crammin it down with the chicken hawk double clickn for the winning thoughts stay with the coyotes over seas life better b gettin better if im spendin on my cheese from the moon is newly cyphered to be mixed with more water than swiss thats a twist from the norm load em up in new rockets brainstormin all your pockets for a piece of the future, gimmie a castle gimmie a moat i want a meetin with the holy goats just to firm up the details gimmie a schooner and equip it with sleak sails cuz i got the wind to my back im expandin my wingspan im packin the grandstands cant be scammin this is sirius B lookin down from a stack of good books swings the microphone round lets it loose like a grappling hook lands true to the bow of the M/V Lorax so relax n kick back n try beat the swine flu attack.

thats some serious good stuff cousin.

gods stonework comes creepn from below all ancient & rock solid

& i b doin my best to follow his specs & point the flocks onward.

towards tomorrow they shalt follow & i will lead them to a hollow

brain cavity swallow hard just a dollop good tunes & all else shall fall. o

gods keystone showed himself today.  & it spoke.  it said you are the castle you are the moat

you shall install me in a bed of mortar that shall float. 

& as its curing it shall find its own home where it will outlast humanity

& it said i could sign it the lorax moves the earth.  dirt smoke smokin if thats all its worth.

build it like the incas

yeeeeeee haww! kick a donkey

time really flys when yer gettin er dun

i voluntold ya so again sirius B B number one

back to the keys i come stompin it once again,

a gainer from the top rope a grain of grain i gotta grow i gain a sense of brighter hope I shouldnt tell ya but ya gotta know

ya best be knowin whatcha ya gettin inta cross the wires up and start ta send a stronger signal

try to bend a sharper angle let er loose and whatch er dangle like clawd balls from the tiger attack lick yer wounds n crawl on back to the crack to the cave of age n just crank some sage cuz this shits amazing just tryin to raise him to bring it back

sirius B   B  back! yeeeeeee haww!

kick a donkey! cuz I locked it down

its the long key but i lost it round the bend of the river but i dont paddle up stream a little shiver its a dream of mine get paid like my bed in the mornin gotta get it made a decision not to diagnose myself anymore any more any more any more of em wanna take a tour of em climb aboard cuzin leavin ears buzzin rubba dub dubbin cuzin cuz im right!

 teniored my pen name tonight

Sirius B. Rightly barely outa sight he was creepin to the write n saw a soft spot in the tracks so he cuddled right up n put a dent in his stash dropped the sash stashed the cash n called er a nightly occurrence

im so glad that serious b b back. that b b ammunition kicks the lorax back into whack.

crack open a fresh can of premonition fission.its the new flavor put out by fanta

& the islanders are gobblin it up like it was substantial.  fragile b their mantras.

the lorax, o, his is made of stoner, all ancient & rock solid retaining wall for the flocks.

keep em in.  theyrent gonna help the cause out in the wild their childs ll all get et up

or possibly defiled.  cuz the world aint nice cousin, & its big n round n riled.

they rely on denial.  so lets file down their misconceptions that their imperfections

are just reflections off the nile.  "so im seeing the opposite right?  perfect.  i love my style."

my reflection is who i would like to be.  unfortunately i aint got the time, nor the energy.

4 cheesy man......

quatro fromagio,

on top of the belagio not shavin my moostachio fuk them red pistachios cuz im hungry.

hungry like a mouse. gotta keep eatin keep the cats out the house rules rolled tightly round the flags pole gotta pay the toll feed the troll rock n fukin roll were gettin down!

whos the king of your town pass it round. think about it. chains round the necks so pull the link up out it. let the dog loose on the flock pluck the golden goose scrambled eggs in a pots n pans kick the beat louder. empower, then shower, then git some suction cups for climbin up my glass tower of indecypherable speech pound the funky street till the break of dawn of the new day coughin in the ashtray supposed to be sunny today tracks leadin to the bed so i gotta lay em down.  sirius b the mic so ill pass this shit round to the lorax.....??..?  ZZZzzzzzzzzz......

les fromages puant est dans le maison.

im tellin you cousin dont wanna miss this un load up your wagon go racin inland

n declare a nation n get a free translation at frenchtoenglish.com n then

prepare your presentation.  les fromages puant est dans la maison.

praise on, says the heavens n im tellin em i been en fuego ever since i been eleven.

i been delvin in their velvet helmans.  really good shit. 

but now i need desert n there aint a thing here but some pb n f'in j.

n id like to get carried away by a vulture or a jay but ive not got the time n i cant find the way

but hey.  by the time somethings broken in its breaking anyways.

n im far too tired to fight the tide of things that come washin up from inside

so now m gonna lie down n get all fried.  that usually works

pop pop go the knees o

pop pop go the knees o yeah n crackle thats the hip

n the ankle could use some of the same but the tendons all feel ripe to rip

n the headgeon aint doin much better, skip so i pledge some alleigance to whomever b crackin tha whip

drip drip goes the nose click click says the toes as i goes down the hallway to my roomgeon to sneak a rip.

pop pop go the knees o yeah n crackle thats the hip

as i clambers up n down my scaffolding standing so much stronger n bricks

n the head of this operation skip took the whole month off n the workforce laid down their trowels n snips

tick tick goes the timeclock, skip, n my bank account aint getn its.  im dropn hints im throwin fits im bustin hips click click

    pop  pop

what the flux plumber!

i need a house to build.  we feed the writers guild.  we filled the brightest pilled.  lets do the writest, phil!

we know we are write.  noone can see our light but we just havent shone it.  growin baby mama strong just so's we can clone it phone it in friend it makes sense now that you see it dont it?  honin skills tillllls we own it scalin hills filled with loam & other organics.  its fantastic & we know it choose a friend n then phone it buildin equity just to loan it it makes sense now that you see it dont it?

the mississippi is but a grout joint

& so the mud mixin in the basin will eventually be the cement to hold together this nation.

if it ever cures.

techtonical technique siriussssspeaks

dont want the cure cuz i wanna stay sick with it sit n sift with it like a pan

cuz theres gotta be gold n so i been told that the battle still rages on gangas kahn gangstas gone

with the wind sat back snost and lost again but it recharged the batt rays

sirius bout to make a play for the seat thicker slice the meat n pass it round to each peep till their full pockets pop the seems

to be or not to be rainin the clouds gotta ask everyday ..everyday..everyday..

everydays christmas i feel the presence to prove it

inhale another mountain take a picture and move it to the top of a hole another pile

each and every one got the power to smile me like the day it was born

grabbin bulls by horns  gettin funkin war torn round here drinkin beer n stayin clear of the fear behind the lashes stackin ashes burryin cash its the monster mash out there no shit its goin down dawn another day ahhh salute the sun the battles won im havin fun again....  like the i in mississippi it just keeps coming.

i swear it would make sense to em if they ever saw it

& if not im not too worried ive never thought of em as part of the plot. 

take all your sense to the dollar store & gobble up what aint been bought!

& they thought knowing is a notion, so ponder what aint been wrought

& writ it.  split it like a maul & disect it till its innards spill & start to crawl

back in towards itself like gatherin leafs up in the fall.  & have a ball!

& keep it on your side of the court short tempered bad guys are mad about their boils & warts!

& theyll ooze their spoooooge  all over you & then take your ass to court

& the judge b on their payroll, Mort, so i think we best fortify our fort

& fuck em leavem bloody, fill our moat with them nonbeleiving dorks.

& i am the infidel?  please mohammed check the specs & if your

numbers still add up well then Jeff they need to be rechecked!

heck!  what the wreck at the bottom of the sea?  the ship got burned

that was holding the learned & i am sure that it was arseny

the ship got burned, for it was holding the learned & i swear its better at the bottom, steve

      i know that you got as many monickers as i, so lets forget our birthname & respond

                to whatever may rhyme!  yes, skip, im talking to you!

the preemptive itch over the insulation that needs installation

can already feel the fiberglass shards deep in all my moving parts.

winter has come on quick tho, skip, & probly wont go anywhere til march

so i gotta plug up the holes b4 they get bigger & keep the cold air out with the dogs!

fukn hogs at tri-county cap wont come clean their own mess, that is some public service

& the state took away our foodstamps & will only buy us a barrel of fuel them clowns is worthless

they said, well your wife, she got a $2 raise, doncha know theres families with nothing to report on the page?

well that aint my fault, frank, but its surely my problem, so now the 4 of us are living on a single wage

ill think a funkin canyon companion so duck chuck

sums up sums down for the cawz but most of them crows are used to breakin beaks not beats

breakin the beak every morning over the funky roosters head then smiling for their beakless best shot at the one flew over the top of the coop today yup sailed like the sun really got er done up for the sonday.. on thursday..show here we go...

alright carter we're thinkin like the water  so if our thinks run long enough our thoughts have all but gotter  find some more so called solid

sure thunk me into a canyon, companion!  & i say, eh, what the fuck chuck might as well test my luck, ill reap the rewards of the lottery, george, & let the moula run amuck!

the muck at the bottom of my dead lake is thick, rick, i hope you brought your waders.  yuck.  im gettin stuck.  i need a prod gimme cable, wench!  its all jammed up with debaters who surely flip flop every time theyre in need of gators.  cuz the shits thick

  my river shoes got cleats that will prick their way through the slick.  oil oooooozin coverin all the mammals gamblin away my life savings which jingles in my pocket theres a hole like a coin slot cant stop it. 

     chuck's ducks without beaks cant quack, jack.  beats chucks themselves back to past, & fast.  alas, i got this gas mask been modified to hold smoke.  & its got a beak.

go ahead & break it im not scared cuz i got a set of gills & my tail feathers r flared.  i can hold water like a camel, pamela, you know i come prepared!

"the tractor factor" starring none other. than, stan deere

thats the shit cuz

im pullin my waders on makin sure the gators gone gonna clear the funky beach put the past and present participles proudly to my peeps keeps the caps locks on till the flood waters gone keep throwin seeds till they're growin on the lawn of the white house we'll stain the white blouse green? or grow an apple for the teacher throw a snapple at the preacher cuz we all know hes the one with the dredge fer yer lake bottom fer hip hippie hippopotamuss'  got'em.  back to the future cuz its lacerated, I needs a suture for my shoes

these cleats is bruised up from a side walk whipping like half a stick of butter cuz we cant get caught slippin on a hill above a fire or touchin both those telephone pole wires @ the same time call ya shameless never shayneless its my brain its just backwards like a tractor with a high gravity factor lookin up hill.....got it phill

oooooooh! i think i got it phil. now lemme see if i can handle that giant pillllll

apparently my tractors all backards, lemme calculate all factors while flyin high with the raptors you know the view from here is spectaclar

its hard to beat like a dumb dog, flog em all you want, hell stare at you like a hillbilly tryin to learn propa vernaclar.   im breakin heads.

dont wanna make my bed, i wanna crawl in it.  holy frijoles, raul, its cold out there!  whoda thunk this far north itd get like this in december

fingers aint workin properly, so im typin with the tip of my nose i wanna go skiing but dont wanna get froze.  winter is here cousin & thats how it goes.  spring is next. 

i know i need some prose.  my feets take me where theyd like to goes round & round the earth which flows like my river.  in the summer.

all that gushes come this time of year is the chaotic ramblings of words which we hold so dear.  hold up, lemme tune my ear

to the proper airwave which carries our thought & fear.  i need a beer.  crack o thats better wait a minute i can hear!

listen close enough cousin, & we wont even need to type, we can transport our ideas concerning love & life.  ugggg & strife.  pabst & redstripe.  im feeling about a half inch out of plumb.  (in 6 feet).  recalibrating crack o thats better now i can feel my toes.  i t sucks to have dependencies, but hey thats how it goes round & round.  rehab is next.  when the flows dont work no more its time to go commit

feed the beast before it eats us?

and so the plot gets thicker than the liquor, hold up we got to stop at the packy sounds whacky but smack me if i start to stutter ramble rant and churn the pots like butter cuz its so damn smooth like a needle needs the groove and on runways birds better bust a funkin move cuz this turbines runnin just fine its the landing gear thats startin to wine about the pressure piles on so ill dig out the cabernet savingnon have a long yawn and do it again a gain is the best that the stocks got to offer see its no prophercy that the sun will raze the offer be seein ya tomorrow G.

that same damn sound coming from between yer ears

weeeeeeeeeeeee the people!

the bass broke the speaker of the house we dispatched mighty mouse the thiss n thatss what the fuck with these taxes proudly pumpin feed the masses words.  thats what we pros do were makin soup from poo try to keep my shoes laced for whatever the weather drops  wherever the feather flops ya know joe thats where im layin it down so long as theres an ink well lieing around here somewhere i swear there was peace n steep deep snow n polar fleece panties n the banchees somethin substantial to stand on

Is what a brother needs like a piece of paper.

make no mistake a real flake knows he can make a couple bucs and a bar tab. we talkin bout the rehab of the soul going for the gold press the tighter fold into my wallet. so it wont crack mack so holla back........

to life to life la heim!

three sheets to the wind here we go again ssssirius B Right tonight.

im trashin the compactor and kickin out the dogs weavin steven liftin lookin under logs for somethin to write about twenty to two too

early to truly see through blue sky to the stars

to burly to be nice guys but we ours

surely will kick back the shards purely glass if its for a stare

id have bought a longer fuze

id have had a stronger muse

cant believe we're forced to choose tie our shoes or trip keep it sober getin ripped if youd a had snow tires ya wouldnt a slipped and toppled the bank of knowledge no thanks you can keep your college To Life! la hghgheim! the king of siam didnt even have a cat and he did it with a wiffle ball bat sooooooooo........

wonder if my wisdom teeth will ever grow back

always thinkin it wise

the painful swat to the sigh

 the gut bomb knot let it lie

loose like the hawk let it fly into the great blue yonder

soon as I come down of this pedistle ive built

sooner gets the settle the silt

and the water'll run clear my thoughts

again begins the quest into the wild wild west of my own back yard its full of shards so cant say as though id exactly walk hard cuz it'll wake the sheriff feathers and tard hair if he noticed the tarifs been left unpaid the knots frayed I been payed to, i been played to, i dun stayed to long and let the fire run out put yer shoes in the air n waive em all about "never had canned mangos before said the civil monkey to the wild" me neither with a shiver and a smile its layin tile, its makin a pile, its keepin in style to wear your hands on yer arms and your feet on your legs make sure to kick the dog that begs........

oh my fukn word.  alright my shoes r in the air haaah!

now what?  put my feet down?  throw up my nose n wave it around?  sniffin for that faint sound on the stiff breeze comes blowin off the crown o the waves its a transatlantic journey cousin i think i see sand at twenty fathoms & the crabs are itchin for exposure in spasms. 

been a long treck, down here belowdecks, i hope they dont burn it to control the mess cuz heck if we make it to the newland cousin we gonna break necks with our crown n foreign tongue & my brand new shiny rudder & our plow.  we will cropshare the earth tillllll  the soils got no worth!  with our cashcrops & our dirt in all the cracks & good thing we brought some cattle & wifeys busy makin wax im doin my best to lay all experiences down on tracks logging life.  trees topple in the name of progress i topped em yesterday so's they wont make widows when we crash em into the ground.  & we can make windows with the headers we produce it dont need to be glue lam, a piece of wood will be sound. 

& this chimney is gonna outlast humanity.   

i consider myself lucky cousin, i still got 2 of my wisdoms.  the others rotted away on  their own & left some nasty holes in my big gums, but theyve since healed & i can feel the

difference in thought pattern i want em back man maybe some wisdom dentures?

gold wisdom teeth.  there it is.  why not?  metal will outlast enamel.  it wont rust.  hmmmm

im gonna go gather up my millions & ask my orthodontist

mind the skipper giligan we aint got no mulliguns on board

but we're all here for the roast yep cuz coast to funkin coast we gotz the most gold teeth i sleep on gold sheets my feets on gold streets this aint no cold meat sssiriuss red hot staken the claim to the crop to the shop to the top of the hill thats right u got it philler up ole boy with nothing but high test cant run the cheap cuz my brains a funky mess so test the water if yer thinkin ya otter be drinking it instead of slaughterin grapes in the name of wine caughtt up in crepes can fold the thread of time time time time then one third of a time chimes the clock puttin on my green wooly socks to rock the weekend even though its tuesday what the hay when below deck switch the patch to the other eye let the rods n cones supply the orbital bones the jones in davy's locker cuz ya cant play soccer down there the ball floats floats back toward the last coast ported n contorted but juuuuuust barely affordable ..and legal for that matter word splattering yer attic scattermatic shells coming from the tongue git yer gunz grass th th th this ships all mast fast as the wind.....