live from n'hampshah state on this, the day after yesterday

im feelin ahtistic with my no'theastahn linguistics

& my pencil shahpenah at the ready my steady

hands are smearin the draftboard with lipstick

wishin this notion would just come out in full sentences

instead of this emotionless instances of queezy quazi brilliances

im filled with this.

what im tryin to say is

im feelin ahtistic this mornin & im somewhere up on the spectrum

they wanna poke & prod me rodney but id really rather not let them

im a little bit afraid of the results & the inevitable chain reaction to catapults

this adult into their "little off to the left" ward where i will sit at the sill & sulk

& remember things that may or may not have happened

im flappin. when im supposed to b rappin

betterin the world with each grenade hurled

bang what the hell just happened

i musta concussed my own ass with that last un

live now, its still the day before tomorrow.............

keep watchin the old dogs if ya wanna learn new tricks,
they teach us how to grow old, stash bones, n how to itch ticks.
take yer licks n get back on,
giddy yer ass up if that mules' long gone.
& if ya cant, well then then duty calls,
shed this town n scale these walls.
this is why 2 love each n every chance ya get
focus on the positive not forget to live and let
the mind lead, cuz the legs will surely follow suit
if it causes stress n discontent then choose a better root.........

holy catts, doggg!

when i wasnt even lookin for it. i found myself a minute & im lookin forward to

makin the most of my minute amount of ticks til the till spills the floor unto.

until six seismic second hands come slappin up my wrists im makin fists

when i should be typing affixing text somethin like 50 words per

especially the really easy ones like the & a & kind & mam & fur

durrr. id dumb down the delivery just to make more sense for sure

but im scary senseless, sir, & thingys not bestest when left as they were.

they worked, sure. what was slippy? their allure was ungrippy like manure

alright thats enough word arsony. more haphazmodic alphabetic sloppery.

im adpoptin thee some infinitesimal inklings involving um unbauchery

its in the shaynglish dictionary come to my cave the monks'll scribe a copy

no need to get all profound, an average search party will do.......

just face value,
the scrambled eggs, the bills to pay,
the naked oj of your day to day.
the kids play and so does the band
the beast pumps life out from those toes to these hands, commands glands
secreten secrets n sendin out moles,
holdin shit down while the ribosome rolls
the ins the outs, ahhhh the newest tech,
the go get em greener sector always does best
sail the ship straight, navigate, n protect the family jewels
cuz pirates arrrrrr on the beaches n sharks r in the pools.......

sometimes ya gotta creep.......

the wind, still,
no drops fallin.
crawlin a hard walk ta not push waves through woods
s.b. s' creepin like hes robin in the hood
so whats good go getter where the cheese at
lets pass this port cuz they might seize that
ya gotta deal with these deer, with their locked antlers, n ailments,
with sails meant for wind sittin frozen in n stalkin till the trails end
we keep gruntin till the hunts done.......

tyrant to manifest..........

while climbing treetops if a strong branch comes along, grab on n swing like it aint no thing, n not like Heff... im tyrant to manifest the best route, the purest shortest path unto the solid truth, shorten the time in line for my turn in the booth, cuz i need some fast cash but only a couple hundred G's, enough to turn the tide on this wild ride we got a couple mouths to feed, n i wanna breed more still shootin to fill seats, four even numbers for eight little feets, well please i know its just a dream, n im patiently waitin for lil maeyer bee! but the future gets clear when ya put down the glasses, so inhale quick while we dash past the masses.......

cord wood, stone, flesh, bone n backpacks.....

shake some moss off the rawsignals, buff burrs n shoulder those furrs trapper, its gonna be a cold one gettin old one year at a time, tip that tower o dimes n stash a match ta herb today, heal some vertebrae n watch the children play a real estate game with the cheapest of sheep possible, cuz it will cost a few meters n inches to steer this pen over these hills n ditches......

let the sentences run-on & on much like life

its never been rapped that tho the turkeys got the maps

it was our four forefathers who laid down the track. & it was decipherable!

its true one was algonquin, the other a french fur trader

the third was a noble englishman, & the irishman forgot his taters

& over the course of time their individual tracks crossed

& unbelievably a community sprang up like cashed crops

& they smashed rocks & used the smaller pieces to build up their forts

to keep eachother out so they could hunt eachother for sport

& then for just one day theyd put it all beside theyd give thier guards the day off

& let the bad guys inside. & then theyd feast.

arrrrrh, eer stands a pirate n let me sentence be a run-on.........

still leavin trail for our kids n lookin for my game tryn ta tame the top of old smoky n its covered with snow n hear the wii turkeys go for their guns n this time o year as a tom isnt much fun cuz the mayflowers act called on by voices too herdly not safe to assume n this could get wordy pilgrims saw birds first before the landfell n it was wood n word misers like ourselves that kept the herd well learnt to plant staulks Algonquin talks n Abenaki walks tracked deer n cleared lines of communication laid foundations for what b the greatest of nations so siruisly thanksforgiving us a chance cuz we try n bridge the gap all the trails are still there but the turkeys have the map..............

evening at the otter den friend & the ice is creepin in again

props to sirius b. for holdin down my place in line

its time to realign me now & set the world aside. & create some pieces of mind

i find that i sleep in the nude, out of habit, like a monk

& them funkin hunter monkeys are usin up my woods. for the next month

& so this father otter, this beast, goes nowhere this time o year

without his orange hat on, & its not just for the broncos that he holds so dear

but also a good healthy fear. yes i am afraid of the drunken huntin monkeys

morning at the bat cave n robins r squeezin their nest eggs blue.....

the goats luv a good plan n sirius b. hatchen em down in big ole batches
theres definitely a trail here just duck n groove through the thick patches
dwindle that stash o ish, learn yer politics, roadrunnerlogiks, n whatever sticks......
post it.

even russian yogis need fire, water, and a cave to shoot the breeze in.....

'Uliuiu Cherkechekh'  in  Yakutia???????????
not sure what exactly that means...
just chasing the chi, so you can blame me
get on the road runner, n never leave yer logik
lay some train tracks n bring the brain back some topix
chosen chewed n talked time well bought cuz ya see
what we've got here is failure to communicate.
ah n this primate climates all we can debates which generation gets it, toooo late
my alarm just went off its time to wake up n pass the know on, so grow on all you snoozers buttons cuz ewe sheeps aint mutton without a lil holy goat........

heres yer plunger, now dont forget to brainflush............

clear the table n lay ink to the lifepad dad
lifes shorter today than yesterday but still a bit longer than tomorrow
no need for a list of unduns so get up n beg pirate or borrow
the time to fill holes between lines, break bread, share cheese n cheap wine
is finite on this plane, sew while weeks fall like rain plant yer boots to the ground and grow.......

the beast marches on

just what are we building, hear with ears, seas crying eyes searching skies to try n find answers, clues to help choose your part, its a newvolution, a cleaner solution to start clan man's plans stand waiting for a change. baking souls are bought sold n traded for scandal free sandals spf rated for meltdown but felt back up by the mans clammy hands, n each last cent that he can rent gets back to the fed fred, n bedrocks still holdin the gold from lead conversions n said scams vans n righteous hands spreading smoke from here to and through the badlands n lightning's strikes r leaving the mindz at roadrunnerlogik not far behind the dime so go on n chime cuz times wordy this year but to damn sturdy to fall................

jack frost musta got lost.........

unscheduled snow shows n away we go!  seasons change dollars to a sense of urgency n this time o year even ewe can come and see these trees plead to "please, just set these leaves free" the weight to bears is supposed to be heavy but its not quite so for those old oaks...ya know

sirius tears... 4 legs n damn near 12 years

AJA

the best model 2000 shepherd ever made

rest well blonde bear

run jump bark bite n find fame, what a game, what a message, a true friends tail to tell. golden fur coat worn well, till it fell, helped home to the earth, shedding soul breaking forth, the eve of october 24th reports great lights from the north, a rare display sayin she was on her way n

Happy!

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misplaced keystones and a cooler full of masons jars

occupy this!?
isn't that what the natives were doin here to begin with?
What do ewe stand for?
askn for change only ta get tea n ten dimes hit the laundro mat standin in line needn quarters takin orders need a plan need a leg to stand on Sam, to reach this tree clan man leans heavy the ladder of technology and of course lets not forget the common mans cents cuz sans most of these dents this rocks still turnin just need to start learnin from old school fools minds and mana finds her way to the table again i guess its zen but not like a rock garden just watch as these stocks harden into blocks so pardon est moi cuz il fait tres frois kid so wheres the geothermal grid?
give us free heat and ac..... set this country free!

winters coming wood n wordmisers unite again!

settin clocks stockin socks, cord word widdlin, the epochs talk of a pact calling the lorax back
the facts point to the existence of us, n thus i do the same just exist, try n tame if not fix this plane n others n my brothers discover the true, write it up inta worddust stew serve it up line by line to the likes of EWE cheers!
cuz hears yer standing ovation a foundations all we got to give n man did that dog live!
_was a carpenter cuz so swing that estwing with tips serrated to muffle the nail's descending veil and cover it all like carhartt or channel nine so heres to the sublime nature of it all....
never give it up just pass it on like a quarterback from the liquor storage clerk

im not so sure about this 5th gear idear

i went & saw the seer. & he says

i know it's a small hill but dont forget that youre rockin your little baby four cyl

with 14 years of rompin under her belt & a slippyclutchy bounce that im sure you felt

& it was a good hand, when it was dealt.

but ye sat on it, let em check around the table & when you finallly bet too much they folded like a gable truss when that big ass pine tree came down upon it with the full effect of gravity, mabel.

maybe its fable but i feel im good & able to top that focker with my mind & finally lose my label.

i know i got a shot i just dont always shoot it im the type of player who likes to distribute it

& keep em all feelin good flying like a team & fuck the coach i think he just likes to scream

i finally got a minute to sit here & unload my mind

so here it is world, go ahead & pick it line by line

& whiteout your monitor im still feeling fine

cuz im not writing for you its part of my sublime

self medication plan all i need is time

lately i havent been able to find much. i guess that means im working thus

i get meat for dinner this winter & im pretending i dont need my crutch.

to battle my evils rhyme by rhyme im packin pencils & utensils & such.

& when i cant find a second to unleash my demon wreckage

i take it out on some poor inanimate object little lemon learned its lesson

i love a fresh foundation. fabricating smart lookin stuff, for now, is my salvation.

square up the walls with the pythagorean theorem bolt the greenboards down so hard

they scream but who can hearem? & then lay out my walls, u know 16 inches on center

& then locate my doors & windows & make my cutlist & make some splinters

just bring me some trees next time you monkeys its about the same work

to cut it to length, rip, plane it down & sand it this stick is being a jerk.

im gonna yell at it now until it obeys & if that doesnt work

it's into the burn barrel with its sappy ass & im movin back to alaska at last.

i hate it when shit dont listen. infuriates me till the vein in my forehead starts to glisten

& iffffffen i dont think about something else right now im gonna have a conniption.

how can something this frustrating be therapy? o right im supposed to go zen

& think things into place build with my mind, then & only then

can i ascend with my rising structure no need for ladder at this juncture

man do i veeeer. this one eyed bad backed carpenter could really use a beer.

crack aaah thats better pbr now in my veins & i can hear it sloshing around in there every time i move my brain the song remains the sssssaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaame

peace to my big old doggy he was a good fart

ewe now know the new knew

this disease is nearly broken ice is startin to get wet
get set for the ready course kept steady by the know
catch the wind watch em grow ignite the engines let em go never say we told ewe so
while all the knights pawns n preachers  poach their press from the same spot
sits the kings clickity clickin  cuz they cant let the balls drop
"gods" r  jugglas,  known to love the show
a faint glow the wind blows a little push
bit o help ta burn that bush say truth till death n make the final push
strikin deals with the realest of reels pull fish tails of puffin ish n sippin grails cuz
its a quest ta find the holy one......