I'ts a vibe and its a pleasure.
burn the mirrors, drown the sub-human machines,
I sing of revolution and falsehood.
murky depths and heights coveted only because of their daring. I sing
of fools and clocks and black and white and yellow and red imbeciles chasing paper and luck.
Were I to burn, were I to find the match and feel the flame upon my dermis,
would I tremble and quake,
or sweat and shake. would you?
soybeans and haiku and sincerity burn away.
plastic and algae burn away.
sexuality and petroleum and truth burn away.
yay for david,
yay for bond,
Yay for tiamatt.
let a crystal be made, let a crystal be made.
hallowed is pretension.
Hallowed is translation.
In time of course.