It shocks me to see thousands of adults act so juvenile. So what, you teach fucking kids how hard is that? America rules because some fucking Real Men took it back from a bunch of fags in dresses and long flowy wigs and then we kicked the ass out of everyone at the Alamo and we were heroes and the jags in Europe continued to be really gay with ascots and cigarette holders and shit and the all the non-white conutries basically pee in the streets and voodoo each other and we don't have to give two dicks about it because they don't put a friggin' dime in the World Bank. Okay, so tell kids that shit, maybe teach them a couple math formulas and how not to blow themselves up in science and you got yourself a well-equipped student ready to urinate in the piss-stream of commerce. All you jellyfish-neckers out there in the city zones think you have it all figured out, you don't. It's a new day, and bang bang I'm at your door and I am very hungry.
Soft Machine-Volume Two
Real British-like hat-tossing street-walking jazz-ffrolk man-adjustment no problem.
Magma-Udu Wudu
Zeuhl, right! Zeuhl, where I belong. Kobaia, I deliver myself unto thee.
Univers Zero-Heresie
Horseback Lovecraft. Chamber fnord sound for the neurotic collector of antiquarian medicines.
Dalai Test
By B. Davis Traven
mountain rushing waters of tibet
carry me back home to
old kentucky
no eating for insect
violet and undressed
purple prose for the dapper dan
hacked in twain
spawning all the little children
that wade in water
and beat slim hands at skim
swimming in with the fish
occasionally splashing sea into the sky
and I can't hear
the sun is in my eyes
