In a spiritual crown without mourning,
pleasure without pain
as grief has no purpose in a kingdom without torment
Release yourself from the agony, propel affirming thoughts
to a domicile only conceived of in mind, for the warmth may be edified
when the breath is lonely and cold, but relief in a vagary bottomed pie,
a mantle above the silent scorn, the big apple
above the sagely bass of the misguided celestial abyss
Bring it down from the heavenly bodies to the earthly bodies below
Let us merge the seismic gap to create a golden crescent,
spiraling, curving, crouching, cambering, a blood-soaked bare ass tiddy biddy shit,
a factotum unto the naked, raw biting, clary eyed, open mist for the factor's
disembodied people
Alas! It is the final year to be here for the monarchy has kicked in a wholesome carton
of elaboratory crap, but somehow a new life seems to be upon us, astral bodies collide, a cosmic boom, asteroids from outer space
So some people believe there is unknown harmony to be found, wax on a barren bee barreled rhythm, compliments for a newfangled bird
Still there is much to consider in this unfamiliar collage of sight and sound
Take it to the farthest reaches of the moon as the sunrise bleeds crimson and the expertise has arrived in an embattled bassoon
Yet there is much to be grateful for as it is reasonable to believe that changes are impending
The effects of base materialism have seemed to have slipped from her face
and there have even been some reports that sad red-eyed blokes and seemly narragansett petticoats have shifted their gaze
to a glassy-eyed poet who purportedly has the ability to contemplate with the king,
to arrange for the ordering of a number of failed mistaken pieces, and to bring a level of renewed faith into the self-initiated world
Of course this may only be measured by the people who have been known
to frequent the maroon, in a wide cast of colors that have sometimes sent the mimics reaping in a bottomless glue copied brass railed saloon
But the effects have been unexpected at times, radish and carrot in a garden
of vegetables making contact with those who have had high expectations
for their bodies and their health, valuable nutrients have been sold and there is good
reason to believe that other encounters will soon arrive
So forget that all of this wild organic stuff has been recycled and recovered and is on its way, just think of the universal boom, it is way down upon us
and it remains the sight to be seen, and the unlimited fight to have ample amounts of unsurpassed, auld lange syne, keratinous, unrestrained, listless, unspoken green baleen
pleasure without pain
as grief has no purpose in a kingdom without torment
Release yourself from the agony, propel affirming thoughts
to a domicile only conceived of in mind, for the warmth may be edified
when the breath is lonely and cold, but relief in a vagary bottomed pie,
a mantle above the silent scorn, the big apple
above the sagely bass of the misguided celestial abyss
Bring it down from the heavenly bodies to the earthly bodies below
Let us merge the seismic gap to create a golden crescent,
spiraling, curving, crouching, cambering, a blood-soaked bare ass tiddy biddy shit,
a factotum unto the naked, raw biting, clary eyed, open mist for the factor's
disembodied people
Alas! It is the final year to be here for the monarchy has kicked in a wholesome carton
of elaboratory crap, but somehow a new life seems to be upon us, astral bodies collide, a cosmic boom, asteroids from outer space
So some people believe there is unknown harmony to be found, wax on a barren bee barreled rhythm, compliments for a newfangled bird
Still there is much to consider in this unfamiliar collage of sight and sound
Take it to the farthest reaches of the moon as the sunrise bleeds crimson and the expertise has arrived in an embattled bassoon
Yet there is much to be grateful for as it is reasonable to believe that changes are impending
The effects of base materialism have seemed to have slipped from her face
and there have even been some reports that sad red-eyed blokes and seemly narragansett petticoats have shifted their gaze
to a glassy-eyed poet who purportedly has the ability to contemplate with the king,
to arrange for the ordering of a number of failed mistaken pieces, and to bring a level of renewed faith into the self-initiated world
Of course this may only be measured by the people who have been known
to frequent the maroon, in a wide cast of colors that have sometimes sent the mimics reaping in a bottomless glue copied brass railed saloon
But the effects have been unexpected at times, radish and carrot in a garden
of vegetables making contact with those who have had high expectations
for their bodies and their health, valuable nutrients have been sold and there is good
reason to believe that other encounters will soon arrive
So forget that all of this wild organic stuff has been recycled and recovered and is on its way, just think of the universal boom, it is way down upon us
and it remains the sight to be seen, and the unlimited fight to have ample amounts of unsurpassed, auld lange syne, keratinous, unrestrained, listless, unspoken green baleen
