Saturday, May 02, 2009

I don't care what they say about us, anyway
I don't care about that

I am wearing a mask right now.

I think those pork pathogens might find their way to Montana.

Who am I kidding?

There aren't any brown people or Mexicans here. Really. Bozeman is the Whitest place in the lower 48. (We all know Alaska comes correct. Inuit, yo. Seal fat!)

And I grew up in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, which was whiter than Dairy Queen.

Bozeman is whiter.

Say it ain't so.

Oh yeah.

Alright.

Got brass in pocket.

I'm gonna make you notice. Detroit leaning.

Everything that keeps us together is falling apart.

I got this thing that I consider my only art

of fucking people over.

My boss just quit my job

Says he's going out to find blind spots

and he'll do it.

The 3rd planet is sure that they're being watched

By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped.

When you get to the promise land

Your gonna shake that

Eyes hand.

Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.

And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.

Outside naked, shiverin' looking blue, from the cold

Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.

Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used

To be three and not just two.

And that's how the world began.

And that's how the world will end.
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A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the

Water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter.

When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming

Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and

Another had been found another ocean on the planet

Given that our blood is just like the atlantic.

And how.



The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go

Straight long enough you'll end up where you were.

x3


Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.

And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.

Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold

Sunlight that's reflected off the moon.

Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used

To be three and not just two.

And that's how the world began.


And tha'ts how the world will end


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Step aside and let the man come through. He doesn't know where he is going.

I miss the New Orleans humid blanket.

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