Let's Bake In the Infinite Madness
Let's bake in the infinite madness
as our craniums burst
as the smoke
is our oxygen
until our brains form cysts
that burst with molten lava
and virgins losing it in the grass
and congressmen
oil men
bankers
getting off with dollars
onto bone-skinny transvestites
until warm turns cold
and cold to nirvana
and all emotions
warp to primal state
and our reality tunnels
go 360 degrees
and we attain the life-force
of the grass and trees
as steel is death
and death is relative
as time is slow
as time is eternal
Simple luxuries
Small instances
push the world
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