NIGHT STALKING HONEY BEES

  Bun walking, window shopping Tune grinding, trap wishing Passion machine in sloth time Slow ride into the torrential rain forest Honey doctrine for tunnel visionaries Depositing at the bone bank house of prayer Slow stow away attitudes takes him out Fluid legends slipping from the moonlight Night stalking in this mindless cul de sac End this juggling of inspiration and damnation… Read More NIGHT STALKING HONEY BEES

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“War on the planet that makes it’s own gravy”

I looked across a liquid sky and there at a glance I sank into accumulated stench of centuries of cash flow The signal came from the beacon situated across the bay The time of sidereal aspirations and heaped concentrated focus was to begin Attack lanes were open, I bundled up nervously for the crossing The Holy Cross, the Iron… Read More “War on the planet that makes it’s own gravy”

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“Begat Begone”

in the pablum of industrial revulsion there’s a rumour which begat endo-morphic tele-global perceptual transits which begat pizio-mystic flesh consumptive carnage which begat planetary bio reductive seismic ideologies which begat nymphomatic vending machines of options which begat  bastardized  derivative model lifestyles which begat leisure remnants culture rabbles which begat figurative building blocks for the forgotten which begat smoking guns in the board room which begat a billion… Read More “Begat Begone”

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