TwitTwatCuntsaNDrods

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                                 Another holiday,
                                                         Finger yourself with twenty
                                            and fashionfuck.
                                      TwitTwat
                      Cunts And Rods
                                           Merge,
                                                    Dividends gone.

                                                           Static grass and little games
                                                                         like tax collectors and getting laid
                                                     erector sets and flint to strike
                                    with big parades and riding bikes.
                                                                       Little rhymes in dainty ways
                                                                                         the musket plops
                                                               Proponent sways
                                Split the ego, makes me and you
                                                                  You and eye split to two eyes.
                                                                                                  Fight and argue,
                                                   love and fuss
                       Bloom from birthright
                                                             turn to rust
                                                                                 Palm lines drive on
                               Orange cones and signs
                                                                                                                      Free spirits leaping
                                                                                                    avoiding fines
                                                                      Hear one through the cellar sweeps
                                                          Tearing hard work, stripping eats.
                                                                                   Static grass and little gems
                                        Who are us                                     when are them
                                                    Tax parades and musket sways
                                                                             blooming rust and bike parades
                        Turn to rust, birth to pure
                                                                        Free the two, to one, to cure.

Old rusted vending machines were discovered in rubble where ambitions were sold for credit slips.
This machine was buried deep beyond the soils near other scattered fabrications.
Shiny discs cracked in half and concrete squared now midway below the ground.
Thumbs stuck to devices, Midway below the ground.
Distraction, easily, but  gone and faded to be found by those with the patience to dig
only after the molecules convince a force to make them again.
Crash, machine, smoke, burn and cease(machine!) The growth will not cease, laugh at the machines attempts
to stay in dominance. Wish to serve, if you really will, Wish to be unbound if you really will.

We slept in cages for days. But we're out now. Some want a way in, some want to weigh in. We slept in cages for days. I like it out the cage. I like it out the cage. I will stay out the wall. See creatures, you do not see, see creatures you cannot see they get along quite well I see people you do not see Open yourself up reach the higher world we don't need to wade in hell I like it out the cage I lock it out the cage I lock it out the cage.

Goddess re-emerges from the roots that rise through cities
from the land of the Sahara to claim birth as our victory
Greet the once unseen as visitations reflect

                        Phonetic tones imprint the patterns we think we need
                          Yet the mind is the gift, abundance dries the greed
Reconnect dialect, respect the way of the will
You're as dead as alive when convinced to kill
Be calm in the sweep as advertisements fall
Fear not the memory of a world free from walls
The source that is all, Fear not: the freedoms met
Free from the shame of choice, free from mental rent
                       To express is to make known, to state, articulate,
                         communicate, convey the doorways that relate

Experience blood through veins
                                with perception as the frame
                                          There is no death to fear
                                                      The rise of life is here
                                                                A million lives to one
                                                           Each action holds it's choice
                                                           There's the option to follow
                                                             or to manifest your voice
                                                             In the oddity of beauty
                                              through windows so unknown
                                     You are the goddess of all birth
                                The god of your self worth
                        You're the shadow of dark planets, the rays of the sun
                                          The fire of the light, creator of fun

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