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State of My Being
Thinking new thoughts
New verbs
It's weird I have to slow down to write these words
It's a new art
But I'm doing it
So sue me
You interference
Interfluences they may have something
But they ain't doin this
The things in reasoning are actual decent and feasible raw and outrageous and totally amazing
The human race could never face it but I gotta say it or get goin and get a phaser gun
I just made one
PVC pipe, safety tape, a razor, and twenty five grade A base hit emaciations
State of my Dreams
State of my Being
State of mind seems like a rate of time equal to some data found leading to the rate of my fingers
Inflated by each
Speed of mind speech
Created by me
When I stay in my seat here
I'm a creature
I am
I'm a um. I'm a need you to come and uh get on my uh...
Spinnified Nietzsche.
It's like Freud but it's been applied steeped in decent rhythm vibes with every right sea creature.
No human to credit.
My head in a knot.
No credit to spend.
Fuckin dependant and ready to pull a Beretta on any competter
Sending a message to the aggressive and rest of em
Like that old man looking testy
I got guns and I'm messy
I'm living a western
Colts and 45s
I got 45 Colts
I got imported nines
I got screws loose and automatics
And I mortify most
I go to find people
I leave with ghosts
I told you my aggressions and Lord did mourn
And that boy did mourn most
We're talkin Jehovah
We're talkin mobile to mobile and we're locking ears
Locked in our cars
And we're jockeniers
Or jokers with plenty of socks
Rockin any brand oat milk I want
I got pennies man
I wrote "Oh I'm so pretty man."
photo to photo
emoto to moto
satellites tracking your every compulsion
Lotion and ornery compulsions
does this poem have a pulse?
Nah it ain't breathing.
beeeeeerp.
And more than my heathens
where's my remote control?
Or remote contrived beings
I fuckin loose it everyday
I am the Lord of Hosts
I have spoken
more than any divine being
I spend my time in the mire, sinning,
spinning in time. Leisurely dying and reasoning quietly. I cannot find my remote for the 6th time today.
I'm a sick mind
Quick reminder
I gotta run to the store
Then go back and forth
lurkin all over town
Just for a sack of
soup.
You know I'm a lot like Trump
I'm delusional and on a witch hunt to
hitch a rich cunt
If the wig fits
I missed the punch
Line?
But of course
bye
But lemme hold on to my horses
I'm the ward of my Jacuzzi
Lord of my Ocean
I bought a fine Uzi but it
Sorta turned goosey
Jammed up and quit
I couldn't die in Houston
Sam is some dumb young hick
Wore my pajamas
And I manned up and dipped
Like a panicked old lady
Screaming "animals! They're vandals!"
So aborted all courses. Laid a course some to some fetus borritos
imporium that we just seemed to proceed to.
As a leader I felt that I need Jesus immediately. Of course it was a meet and greet in a region of regionless trees, a diseased and dusty expanse of terrain the season was neither muggy or cold it was between this.
I found a tractor tracked to my beam
It attracted all things
In fact it hauled me
It factored in and magnified beams of light and zapped
I zipped and zooped and and mapped the fractored aspects of certain crap
It crapped itself out
It lacked intergalactic capacity
sack of shit
coming back with a Mac 10
you lack them
HA!
© JacobAlive
New verbs
It's weird I have to slow down to write these words
It's a new art
But I'm doing it
So sue me
You interference
Interfluences they may have something
But they ain't doin this
The things in reasoning are actual decent and feasible raw and outrageous and totally amazing
The human race could never face it but I gotta say it or get goin and get a phaser gun
I just made one
PVC pipe, safety tape, a razor, and twenty five grade A base hit emaciations
State of my Dreams
State of my Being
State of mind seems like a rate of time equal to some data found leading to the rate of my fingers
Inflated by each
Speed of mind speech
Created by me
When I stay in my seat here
I'm a creature
I am
I'm a um. I'm a need you to come and uh get on my uh...
Spinnified Nietzsche.
It's like Freud but it's been applied steeped in decent rhythm vibes with every right sea creature.
No human to credit.
My head in a knot.
No credit to spend.
Fuckin dependant and ready to pull a Beretta on any competter
Sending a message to the aggressive and rest of em
Like that old man looking testy
I got guns and I'm messy
I'm living a western
Colts and 45s
I got 45 Colts
I got imported nines
I got screws loose and automatics
And I mortify most
I go to find people
I leave with ghosts
I told you my aggressions and Lord did mourn
And that boy did mourn most
We're talkin Jehovah
We're talkin mobile to mobile and we're locking ears
Locked in our cars
And we're jockeniers
Or jokers with plenty of socks
Rockin any brand oat milk I want
I got pennies man
I wrote "Oh I'm so pretty man."
photo to photo
emoto to moto
satellites tracking your every compulsion
Lotion and ornery compulsions
does this poem have a pulse?
Nah it ain't breathing.
beeeeeerp.
And more than my heathens
where's my remote control?
Or remote contrived beings
I fuckin loose it everyday
I am the Lord of Hosts
I have spoken
more than any divine being
I spend my time in the mire, sinning,
spinning in time. Leisurely dying and reasoning quietly. I cannot find my remote for the 6th time today.
I'm a sick mind
Quick reminder
I gotta run to the store
Then go back and forth
lurkin all over town
Just for a sack of
soup.
You know I'm a lot like Trump
I'm delusional and on a witch hunt to
hitch a rich cunt
If the wig fits
I missed the punch
Line?
But of course
bye
But lemme hold on to my horses
I'm the ward of my Jacuzzi
Lord of my Ocean
I bought a fine Uzi but it
Sorta turned goosey
Jammed up and quit
I couldn't die in Houston
Sam is some dumb young hick
Wore my pajamas
And I manned up and dipped
Like a panicked old lady
Screaming "animals! They're vandals!"
So aborted all courses. Laid a course some to some fetus borritos
imporium that we just seemed to proceed to.
As a leader I felt that I need Jesus immediately. Of course it was a meet and greet in a region of regionless trees, a diseased and dusty expanse of terrain the season was neither muggy or cold it was between this.
I found a tractor tracked to my beam
It attracted all things
In fact it hauled me
It factored in and magnified beams of light and zapped
I zipped and zooped and and mapped the fractored aspects of certain crap
It crapped itself out
It lacked intergalactic capacity
sack of shit
coming back with a Mac 10
you lack them
HA!
© JacobAlive
