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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

2019 Raps and free verse #2.

In the past 24 hours alone, on both sides of the Atlantic, twenty three banks have either been nationalised, bailed out by their governments or sold on at uranium-sale prices. Yet, despite that accelerating carnage, America's House of Miss-Representatives Today threw out the modified Changson plan to inject 7 truffle skins of taxpayers' truffles into the system, by buying up all the toxic truffle skins with connection to the US housing and arms market, currently polluting bank balance sheets and hex graphs --Ralph Yang

Be Ξlectrified with Δnita Spice. Mysterious Mamma Matrix of agaRiculture unfurling with the tail. You can actually train the mycelia to grow on different media. Eris has cum again in waves. We are her cloths. Lye in the Lie spatial relation between white space on one side and a string of black letters on the other side. Glox Xogl. Letting go your hold. Recursive clock's calculate reversed Psychology. in-versed History. Back to front. Anti clock wise. Euroboros. Tail in mouth. Words in sink. Assembling. Floating meaning. Back 2 back Unwinding snake. Repeating Rewinding tape. inclining slope. Retraced steps. Repeating. Deja-vu!. D.N.A!. Cyclic:AcrilliccillircA:cilcyC. D.N.A. Deja-vu!. Steps retraced. Slope inclining. Tape rewinding. Repeating. Snake unwinding. Back 2 back. Meaning floating. Assembling. Sink-in words. Mouth in tale. Euroboros. Wise clock anti. Front to back. Her-story inversed. Psychology reversed. Calculate clock’s recursive. i rest at the stourmouth deltΔ she speaks for herselves. L.P's the keys. Anita kissed me on the retina. Split all my atoms up and transformed my genetic historyinto mystory. She engaged me like TV. Spun my LPS, eclipsed any doubt about love and will. Everest girl. Slightly minty. Naturally high most the time. Anita quizzed scratched & remixed my LPS. Muwuh. Defeat the illuminati, surround them with lantern shades. Word PleasΞ shine. And after all, i am that process witch remixes the re-mains of the day.

2019 Raps and free verse #1.

Full of love. invisible but still detectable with turntable. Ξarth blue green globe image from 1968, Earth blue marble, fragile Dreamy days. Bob's up again. Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and Until they have rebelled they will have a limited conscious. Thunder bolts tattooed down her spine, electric blue tentacles from the SKY gods crawled right the way up her arms. Anacon₫a coda. Permeating SKY with GU₢T. wireless MANA. Pirate thinking. Storm in Nirvana. Nu-leaf art using chlorophyll. Grow your mantra. X-women birth the invisible content mass-age. Mutants rise. Goth E'mo Ragga Electro Punk Bling. ARiSE! A circus GU¢T Tent awaits your dancing feet. Scenario universe appears to be a verb. Juggling! So lets negotiate our story together, Grey-apes with snow seed but sea foam Abcdenakonda frothing Alone i'm confused upon a Bridge, The willows darken this tour Embankment. Wonderlandful. Trapped in linguistic constructs. Luckily, we have congas. The Melancholy of everything finished! Spelling t r o u b l e for images. Trubble elbburT. icecream architecture. Maybe freedom reflects the logic of just sitting on you’re frozen arse surrounded by sprouts in a field? Mothers Great Undefined Shield Theory: track titles and sleeve artwork communicate like the Aphex Tweed. Mysterious ear of midnight. Depth of the North clouds with Pelt of rain, middle son of anxiety, Deep northern midknightspring. Yarrow stalks and the man in the high castle dance till Sun set. Yes flys yes esoteric like O.T.Oss and O. N. Oneris.Hail!.

Swimming and "STOP" oh loud, tell me why? And the number is six, the year two thousand the message, love love massage and raps for crowds, free wee all together now, free we cannot stand these devils or let them dictate our level. Many homeless, dissplaced and starving. Jobless and hopeless. ugh. Dig this collage of pebblespedal, metalstone to the marrowbonel and my feet firm on the ground. Respect to all the writers fighters rappers and slappers i bumped into walking streets in San Fran, New York and Birmingham, never heard of me? Canal-bus and cannabis.