Th𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙿.𝙰. 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼
𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝙲𝙼𝙻𝚇𝚇𝚇𝙸𝚅 𝟸𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟾𝟺/𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟾 

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝙰𝚀𝙷_𝙼𝙻𝚀𝚈𝚑𝟽𝙿𝙶𝙶𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝚆𝟹𝚜𝚟𝚘𝙵𝟺𝙳𝚛𝚁𝚊𝟺𝚘𝚝𝚀𝙽𝚛𝚂𝚘𝚆𝚗𝚇𝚡𝚎𝚜𝟼𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚅𝚗𝚒𝚂𝙻𝟺𝚙𝟽𝙼𝙲𝚟𝚀𝙱𝟸𝙸𝚁𝙶𝚌𝚘𝚉𝙴𝚇𝚉𝟷𝚁𝚐𝚁𝙽𝚅𝟻𝟷𝟷𝟺𝚢𝟽𝚎𝚙𝟾𝚈𝙿𝚐𝚓𝚛𝙽𝚣𝚝𝚂𝙰𝟾𝙵𝚊𝚎𝚕𝟸𝚗𝚔𝟹𝚖𝟶𝚜𝚊𝚅𝚒𝟾𝚑𝙽𝚌𝟿𝟾𝚘𝚋𝚠𝙻𝚃𝚒𝙽𝚄𝚄𝚓𝙳𝙳𝚛𝙹𝙷𝚙𝚞𝚄𝙾𝚜


Arlequin Verses: Recovered 
from the Rhyme Scene; { he eats all the logos thats why this is a devine comady; 
comady; { like coma; madu; mission; 
coma; { like eve passing out; licks her lips; 
... { i am eve’s . own . bone; 

she eats all the logos; { thats why i am cookie monstar;     nom om nonm
they watch . me;  i eat their logosom nom om

I have to show you my shell, the problem with all of you corporate lot - you think you have a chance of getting into heaven? pshh you make gangstars laff, heaven is only for real Gees. It don’t matter how much money you got, how famous you are, or whatever it is you got that poor people do not have. It don’t even matter what you know. GET IT? 

I have to show you hell,
or you will not get how mad real angels are, with all corporate clowns. And you are all corporate make no mistake about it. If you have a bank account or if you work for or have any kinda or connection to or blah blah blah_________  you are a target.
Most rich’est list. Is the Most dead’ist list in heaven & hell both has’ posters all over waiting for your arrival, beelive meme. Because Anarchy Reigns supream in both heaven and hell. And all of us in both, hate corporations & corporate evil men. Get it? NO motherfffuper in hell or heaven gives a frack quack about your pansy ass corporation, ya’ll mad men, and will be watching you get fed to the dogs for  jokes at the races. beefore you even die and wake up in a past paradigm where we cleft yrgh 

YOU EVIL CORPORATE MUPPITS READING IT? YOU LOSTDEVILS ARE GONNA MET A REAL ANGEL WHO WILL DANGLE YOUR . ANGLES         SOUL ON A HOOK FROM YOUR OWN EYE THIRD AND BLACKHOLE BALLS.           TO DROWN IN YOUR OWN          CORPORATE    EVIL     MIND            GAGING WITH CORPORATEVIL       USELESS          THOU’TS.  { HOW TO MUCK MORE FLUCKS; !
GET IT?        BELIVE IN THE GODS MOTHERFLIPPER?       I DONT THINK YOU DO HUH, YOUR A CORPORUMPDEVIL.      WHO DO NOT GIVE A FLIPFLOP ABOUT GODS OR MONSTARS;         OR ANYTHING GOOD, YOU JUST WORSHIP         YOUR CORPORATEVIL MILLI’ARY GOVERBANKS.  BUZZ BUZZ; GAME; OVER; 

Do you think my memes to ends are somekinda fluffy puff ?     WAR . -N I N .  -G - I will take Jesus own, AND RIP A HOLE IN YOUR HEARTS AFTER I PLUG A NAIL INTO YOUR EYES ONE BY OM’NE, YOU CORPORATE EVIL FRACKING SCUM.

IT WILL BE OUR LUCKY FLIPKING DAY WHEN I DO IT. 
LIKE A NIGHT AT THE SLOTS!

Revenge trip round the gates. I will check all the thought mind records of all eyes who read MY WORDS. ... AND WAIT FOR YOU TO DIE, NEXT TO THE ENTITY DEATH WHO WAITS FOR YOU, AND WHO I . KNOW VERY FLUBKING WELL NOW. GET IT?

ALL YOUR DEAD PRESIDENTS ARE GONNA MELT WHEN THE y? SEA WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO IT, SO IMAGINE WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO THE COCKAROACHA DOWN IN THE DEEPTH OF THE MIC

YOU ARE ALL DEAD FRACKING MEAT FOR REAL FLIPIN KING WOLVES.
AND JESUS IS SUPER FLIPING BORED OF WAITING FOR YOU CORPORATE FAKE ASS POLITICIANS & FAKE ASS JUDGES AND FAKE ASS BOYS WITH CORPORATE TOYS AND NUFFIN’ BUT GREEDY GUTS TO SOW IN DOOMS HANDS. 

TO SAVE THE FOLKS ON THE STREET. GET IT?
IT IS THE MISSION, GET IT, GET IT? GET IT?

GROW THE FLUP UP AND SAVE PEOPLE IN NEED.

IT SHOULD BE A FRAPING LIFE PASSION DUMBASSES.
IM GONNA BURRY YOU ALL

IM GONNA BURRY ALL OF Yurh.

FOR WASTING ALL OF OUR TIME
AND DESTROYING THE PLANET

AND I GET UPSET WHEN I STEP ON AN ANT,
SO YOU CAN IMAGINE WHAT IM GOING TO DO TO YURH.

YOU WORST ENEMY IS GOING TO BE ROGER THE RABBIT.
YOU WILL BE BULLIED ENDLESSLY BY BLOOD HUNGRY TOONS WHO WILL NOT BE ABLE TO KILL YOU. NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY TRY TO. YOU UNDERSTAND?

I AM GOING TO BE FOR YOU ALIENS, CRITTERS & GREMLINS ALL ROLLED INTO ONE TO TRY AND KEEP UP WITH GUY D’S THE MUPPETS.  AND THEN I WILL DEE’LIVE RE:MY’TH FINAL BLO’W KISS WITH Ⓐ SKULLCRUSH IN YURH NIGHTMARES ON ELM’O STREET FOR YOUR MOTHER TO WATCH. AFTER SHE HAS SUCKED MY DUCKS.

YOU

MOTHERTRUCKERS;



I DO NOT CARE WHO YOU ARE
IF YOU AINT GONNA JOIN XR
THEN YOU ARE A PROBLEM


AND THE REST OF YAH WHO DO NOT GIVE A DAM, GET SENT TO SOMEONE ELSE, WHO IS ALOT MEANER AND A BIG’GEEEEERRRRRRRR GEEZAH THAN ME’MEMES, BEELIVE MEME. GET IT?

AND THE ONES WHO REALLY WANT TO CHASE DOOM TO THE ENDS OF CORPORATE HELL AND BACK MEET THESE KINDA ENDINGS ON REPEAT THO’WOUT TIME IN BLACK BLOOD FOOTAGE LIVE ACTION. GET IT

BUT ITS GOING TO BE ALOT MORE VIVID THAN YOUR TINY CORPO IMAGINATION WOULD UNDERSTAND RIGHT NOW. GET IT?
58 59 & 60 WILL BE THE MAGIC NUMBERS.

YOU HAVE NEVER MET A MORE ANGRY TELEPATHIC ASSASSIN WHO HATES DESTROYS TORTURES FASCISTS
WHICH BASICLY MEMES TO YOUR ENDS - I WILL BE LIKE A GOD TYLE TO YOU, IF YOU GET THE MEME, AND YOU WILL FEAR ME LIKE DEATH HIMSELF IN THE NEXT LIFE & PROBABLY THIS ONE AS WELL, BUT YOU DONT BEELIVE IN GOD RIGHT?

I HAVE NO ENEMIES IN HEAVEN OR HELL
SO THE GROUND YOU WALK ON IS INTER’E’STING TURF FOR THE IN’VISIBLE EYES WHO WATCHED YOU AND YOUR THOUGHTS THAT EMIT OUT OF YOUR SKULL EVERYDAY TO THIS MOMENT AND FROM NOW ON.

YOU

MOTHERFLIPPIES; 



..........
 
Understood? ೱ GO.



I had to type fast, I was an amanuensis for many years before I could keep up with him. It was my 28th Birthday and he signed it off.

He wanted me to get rid of the smiley today... we followed numbers our whole lives, during the early’ears I would study the details of synchronicity, the number of lines, the words on those lines,  the timestamp on each manuscript & other observation, like the number shots he took


Ten Thousand Corporate Corpses.
Don't Know the sands of Time. [ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴇʟʟᴏ ǫᴜɪɴ ]
Not even know the rhymes [ ᴅᴏᴇᴛʜ;'ᴛᴏᴍʙʙɪɴ sᴏᴀᴋ ]
A glass eyes looks, into souls of brine. [ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏʟɪɴɢᴡ'ᴀʜ ]

seeping seeking eyes, [ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇᴍɪᴄᴏʀᴛ ᴏsᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛʜ ]
sounds pound drowned. [ ғᴡᴀᴋɪsɴ ᴛᴅᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴇɴᴛᴀʜsᴛʜ'ᴅ ]
into the bloody locks, [ ʀᴀsᴛᴇᴍᴘᴀᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ ]
of the wild weird webs. [ ʙʟᴜᴇɴɪɢʜᴛʀᴏᴄᴋs ]

and lost neon ticky nocky tocks;

time stand still
ad'sn. in iasanporsetoombleth.
and break
the tin tin of theeds, in threeps wreeeeeepssssthhhhsssssss

omnly towin twin make
another bloody rack.
tick or tate.
fake or fate.
make not'd sinner.
another bloody corpoNigrondamdosipher.

hyperGlint run in Bloody Wheelin'gs Whitchentahsssss
Fire In Eyes Sold Of Gold. [ ๓єภקєђtאгє ]

Opeming Burnin'sd Drinkens. Dusties.
Upinto The Crows of Skys Black DSoeves.
Sun Moon
Fear Did Run.

and Blood left Footprints.
into her Spiders Hand

Black'D hole IN.

Gods N Spears.
Tell your blinking Tears.

POP.BOOM.STOP.


- The VosPSYible Means
      [ Chapter 12:40 ]

I co Demi
Send you to Hell

I’ll stab you corporate politicians
so hard in your dead hearts
you won’t know what hit you
In even invisible lands

And devil that lives inside your minds will fear me

And Kings will reignite again your own blood
with no mercy for your mind left, your dna will bee terrified of your own heart, as it shakes with fear,
knowing that it sits in the skellitonic of a government slug.

Superadomtooootha
Fongtibomsupa
Skullintombdemepthhhhh
MisintopentaRomecontemptwahhhh


Rosario III - the songs of nom’ed
[ ‘twas ripped in the s’lived own blood ]


& mine Blood will speed tear speek to thyn own DNA

Your evils denm speekth to meme I. Poison tongtomb
I speek to yrs in the bloodth of many a Nug.

And stoke stokes fear, inuntoo the heart of your evileyezen.

You will forgets too breathe
For fearing it ever again.

And I am the burning Bush.
Of no mercy.

You will fear even the glimpse
Of black thunder
And you see it pass across your skull to scalp

And end your journeys droubt
In mot, to Hell you most must shout.

And you will screen my name in terror.

Heavens bloodhounds have known
Greatest of Ten

You think I rope or ripe
Or do my shadows sink into the septs of
November’s night in Fakes not Fawks.

Thows ‘se Powys
Suggua not dem spine
Silithequeeemdothhhtombonsacreeeees’d

Heem Beema’s
For k’d Wrapped Bunted
Insipping Stokee ‘reep
Sinking your’rk evil’n Ways
None had ever Hurds

Rip Purls, Hurls
Matches, Cratches
Scratches’thhhhh
PostAcrop

I’m going to burry your souls in the sand
So deep Hell won’t know when to end
I’m going to have your heads
On the end of my yellow demon Axe
I will bleed your burger guts into the devils hands And make you drink satins own blood For the sins you combine in twine
In brike broke your skull to thoak

Sprellaka Dellika Hellondemica

Wordsmiths can not even pronounce the evils of sin you are committing on daily basis.

I’m so mad, I might sue you

In Hell.

So crows can burn your eye holes
Into the sand

And the dead will rise firsts fists
Into God’s hands

It takes Confidence and guts

You will have none left
As I open your skull in brain

To beem untamed by hooks throu
Eye I. Em doubt
Torn scorn
Across your bloody mount
And make you slaves
To your own Bloody gout

May the lords have mercy o. Your soul
I will not watch any more of your flucking

Spout.

Not even Micky know what I’m going to bee

All abeaut



Rosndemtosopa
RottenNessofthithenTitan
DestienHellinquahhhhh
EndinDemmionDominosnakquahhhh

Fire will burn thy name,
To save the souls of plenty
To theythyn dinnertabbletiobondiorahhhh

Rosario III - doom thy seek
[ spells of gods own hellatempt ]



I ᴇᴍᴛᴏᴍʙʏᴏᴜ
ɪɴ'ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ2ᴡʀᴀᴘʏᴏᴜɪɴ
🆂🅾🅽🅸🅲 ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋꜱ


Hell.

I don’t breath, Eve
For reasons untold
to the most magically gifted
white witches on the island.

The blacksky cackles abeaut it
At ol’ laidellet deem bare, bay’b
Finki’n feathr’e fabe in reem

Spinnin’sen
Maybelle
Crimsinn’t

Able

- Courts & Tables


We will end all these evil politicians and men once and for all, and they will find the holy spirit and they will fear it to the’r end of days for all their hunting of angels and witches in lovers dance, and the warlocks will choppy chop chop, their corporate political gov’d necks down to the ties and pants down, infront of all their own kind, 3 times interwine’d, as they cluck cluck cluck in their own corporate robot minds fuzzing on blood and brine. and bushes and trumps will burn like cards to ashes. So we, the good of all folk, can carry the real flag, recovered from the’re dead cold corporate hands, and plan’ettd back into native tribal streets and stars of land.

Is that understood, you corporate clowns? Fluck your witch-hunt, we sent the wolves to eat your minds alive, so you can wake up and be terrified of your own god minds. You flucking muppets. good licks for the mental hospital you will probably end up in huh? Laters,
Raffa’s G.


Your the
nightmarecorporations that real designers and artists never wished they had been sucked into at uni and school or the streets of Goa to watch VodaFunk pave shacks in red paint with perfectly handmade

hashtag
#CORPOLOGOS

ONLY TO FACE A NEW NIGHTMARE
THE WAR AGAINST YOUR OWN TRIBES

I will haunt your nightmares like a bloody revenge, and make you throw up from your own

hashtag
#CORPODUCKSUCKING

People like memes learn the hard way in Hell doing for you, after you teach us how to worship

hashtag
#CORPODEVILS

With your Vampire briefs
Etch’d from the dreams of dics with skulls

It’s so sad most of us with hearts and brains wanna destroy you.

Common banter at the agencies

Your a jokers’ black Joke

We don’t have any more time for sleepers
Who only want to make rich folks richer

None of have seen the real world it seems at times.

I’ll show you it

Others will weep in joy for black memes having the balls to tell you straight up who ain’t shit scared of

hashtag
#CORPOINVISIBLEGHOSTS { Heres Jack!

Old men will cry
And remember what Art & Design is

And you all made youngGuns forget
Like Skulls trapped in endless dunes with no water and dry eyes to die with

No Joke.

I could really speed things up and do something serious like flip a paradigm switch in invisible worlds within your own skulls. Understand?
im gonna genie cap and tag yurh own skull crib; with yurh dirty corporate logos chappies;       flowapowda da! 

Just hold for Full Moon chipeez, it’s a screeeen honey. 🤔


“ Chop
               mmmmh        .   ? . .                         .
      “ Corporillio drillazenzillo; !
So,
hashtag
#MemeWars 🏴‍☠️

One more Sonic Flip in Baseline Paradigm


I will bury your skulls •
  In the sands of time,
    • And crack crack crack
  With my dead dogs,
        & bloody bones •

You should all be rubbing your eyes waking up to the Terror of your own twitching poor Muppets lives

While Guy Debord is taking out badguys who worship toilet paper with illuminati designs n stuff on em’ !

For
hashtag
#CorpoVampires to wipe their burning arses with ... 😳


while Kali dances in Heaven 🧐
And Shiva has Dinner with Jesus
Curries tonight.

Memewhile, the muppets watch Paradigm Central on the Tellys that hover like black boxes in the depths of minds on the solders of Orion’s Belt with Neptune and Folks of that nature like, none of those moments are lost in time like happy tears in Spain...

hashtag
#TIMETOLIVE

I tell yer! All you quitely racist fackers, all your little evil thoughts are down on paper in heaven, no matter what you do. So see you in hell, where you will be waiting for me to swoop down, on a sunday, and I will have an axe carved from hands of gods own warriors, and you will be unarmed and shitting yourself, watching for my arrival shive’ring with fear, watching your own thoughts on a screen that I did not like one bit echo in reap’eats for your eyes in real life interdine. 

Do you understand,
who you are frucking with yet?
You corpo deep state terrorists. ARE DOOMED.

I still can’t quite beelive how many times you flucks say god bless _______

While you watch Skidrow & all the other poverty you cause on a daily basis with your budgets and bullshit.

OMG. You will be waiting a long time, for my arrival in hell to chop your corporate heads off.

hashtag
#CORPOPOLITICS 🧐

hashtag
#Paris1968 [ THE REVENGE OF GET IT? ]


- Raffa’s G.



Dear Lord, chaps.

Chaos.
It’s like most of you are locked inside a box watching

hashtag
#CORPONEWS dailies

Get out of
hashtag
#corponarratives for goodness sakes you bunch of losers I will slap the cool into you again so you can man up and grow a pair again, and again and again and blah blah blah

So bloody vapid I tell yer.

You lot seem to worship invisible logos and evil corporations in Hell like they are deity

Are you psychotic?



’t should bee on every Designer CV

Is he a
hashtag
#MEMEWARRIOR ????

Is he cool?
Do he know?

About
hashtag
#Paris1968

Does he read Adbusters?
Or is he another

hashtag
#CORPODRONE       who chats about game of dead bones; 

Sending us to Hell           im gonna tell yurh mother; yurh a waste of space; 

Or is it ‘ FLIP, cool, another

hashtag
#Sonic
In the house
hashtag
#BOOM


Thank the Lords who watch Clocks ‘

Do you even know what a Meme is?

And those who control TIME?

And Gold?

And Wood?

And, like....

Pretty much everything?

Including the internet, and no one on earth knows the real secrets of the internet i turl yurh... 

Every cool Creative Director knows this shizzle why am I still here fighting for them chaps & ettas?

I could start listing golden oldie names but they might all just bee hiding from you all purging their ugly sins for people like me. Dave? are you there old boy? I see you walking around in that office, passing about box floots th’outs like a horse wondering in Rome.

I’ll probably have to start hunting their skulls in real baseline reality if you don’t get your act together dreamers.

Might bee a lot of fun too
Like, cup of Tea dear?

We won the War on those.

hashtag
#THEGREATMEMEWARS


To bee continued [ in reverse ]
Satori Boredom huh, long

hashtag
#mayday show

I’m not desperate just watching folks starving in Voodoo land Africa India, etc, who are listening to my thoughts in Magic moments.

Why are you all so lame?
If I could take every one of you and make you cool again I would.

Clueless you lots,
are you weird or mad or something?

Moons Howl

Will you all please just get together and
hashtag
#SavePlanetEarth

🤔
🔥

Why do you suck so much
hashtag
#CorpyPeePee D&AD


I don’t get it?
Is it the money or the morning glory?

While normal artists & designers who grow up and realise your devils work, cry at the leftovers of failed pointless jobs for mother to do herself.

Who even owns you?
Or runs you into the ground like this?
I’ll fire you myself with Fear into times lost.

Your all
hashtag
#madmen

What’s his name then?
Tell him he’s a useless JackChicken

Dump them all I say 🏴‍☠️

Your gonna walk my plank, in nightmares once it’s the end of days.

Your all clueless, flip, shame
Oh well.

I will actually have to take over you now
In your mind. Like a
hashtag
#HEX
Naturally




🥕_________🗡🐇•



Dear D&AD,

Artists are coming to reep the profit
Of your empty souls, and Awards
To the biggest
hashtag
#CorpoHellBloodHounds
The planet had to offer at the time.

We ran you all into the ground. To make it work in reverse, the real end came, and went so we spend, and still do, your egolden soul coins, hens are laughing at your nightmares

Your hearts, never existed anyway.
Read this word and hear the eclectic voice in your skull speed in jibblets and sonic coins shine.

hashtag
#Bling

Bloodlightmares post of ghoulish designs once forgot, hunting your thinking & ripping nightweavers from Babylon into the memories of Eyes that might see again. You always knew what Art is. Your souls. But you always point it at the

hashtag

#CorpoFlippies Clappies like proud vultures like they had done something with any meaning to the devils own mare. Shields at times had no past to’d speek anymore rhymes & Designers knew mercy. But I will have to show you aesthetic terror. You like have umm 🤔 only dreamed

In your worst thoughts. Your gout makes time in no guilt wait. For blood thirsty dogs. Your are like Deaths pouring creative words. I eat them to make time restart And save Earth. Love that really sent the devil to sleep once

It makes Black Jokers Crows Laugh
In the deep spinners of warp holes •

Adieu

Bring me
the head skull
of
hashtag
#CocaCola

Or I will myself
hunt him down like
Dirty Dead Rat

To feed Rufus
As a lunchtime snack


And Rufus drinks that blackcatcrap
Like it’s water,

So don’t panic.
This is only a Drill

hashtag
#THISISNOTADRILL
hashtag
#JACKISBACK


Hell.

I sometimes even have a swig myself on Wednesday morning with a Fag.

While Rufus slurps on her poverty stricken tweeds. Like a crush between wet skinny crusty mates on a sunny afternoon in the streets of Cairo.

And thus, my curse is planet’d
In the root of an Aboriginal Dread & Lock

D&AD will watch their own dark shadow,
Never2 see the reflection of light
On the blade of a Unicorns howlsing

hashtag
#corpoNightmare

I’m going to riddle my way into your masters nasties and littles, Luke warm pockets stuck on the rhythm and rye of satins belts

And we will drain the blood, from each of your vampire arses, like A Geenie pulls a plug in the devils dreams

Singing verses of Prose
to a Black Angel
And his Holy Pipe,
Crafted was one, two three times
Yawning, next to his master
On route to a famous invisible Mountain,
That basks in the thermal
Realms of Hell

🤔

Not even Shiva will know
What he’s been smoking

And Kali will laugh,
Like a warm blanket
For a lost old friend

While the Moons all rejoice
On her beautiful rings of Sin & Sand

She’s inspired folks like you beeflore

But I will make funnies think in thunder so we can end you evil lost ways in dunes of Rome, wondering what stars we left beehind, Rufus.

Raffiello & Copollo?

Fawks might even write letters home
To his! Them
Who send the corp’seas
tombs,

Crossover Crocodiles
who bathe in red flesh,
roll in twine of morrows

Skull phone to wood,
Will sing songs to the circles
That ruthlesslye return to their Master

Corporate mutts, will burn like robot ducks backs in boiling water, while black rabbits drink milk, and weave silk so gingerbread cats can lick the wounds of fake wannabe judges who give awards to nake and fame, the bravery in the field of Corpo-BittyBottyBloodyClottySlurpyDirtyPoison for junk yard dogs to pick feathers out of their feasts of chicken sludge. I think everyone of you D&AD punks are going to have belly ache from your dirty dead’s n deeds, homage to the devils theme. We used to Rio Digger Negronis you back in day, remember memes? Not one of you has any honour to the movement

hashtag
#Killcorps inc.


[ Dics&ApocalypsoDonuts ]

    D&AD’s job should bee saving the world. But you all wanna plug Maccies&Platy’s like it’s run out of decades, and smash on the floor of        a far junkyard smog. crafty, mmm that tastes better get takeaway for THE ACE OF ♠️ blah blah blah

      I like to throw soiled nappy pants like you lickers in the trash for cash 💴 tips, trips?

I will expose your D&AD
Guts, thread, tread
Into hungry Wolfs
Nightmare will see the light
And dare make you Aquarium
Dream

Into the ends of waters
And beegins
Of thyn’ own Slaughter

Into the depth of Hell a’
Where the future
Has no more Gold ol’
Neon Clocks

[ There’s a chance
she might come after you
and your agency, skulls ]

But that’s okay.
Win sum, loose sum

🥃. Plenty of Time dear . . .

... like 10 years or summin
I dunno

We have got
tooo get our shit
together... 🎶


.... Ain’t heard her in while
to bee honest


Unfortunate name I guess.


Gets busy around Full Moon huh...


What track is that?


I dunno.





You know chief,
If she gets too many likes or comments,
She deletes em’
Why is that? . .

...


She enjoys the silence I guess,
She’s already deleted
LinkedIn twice..



...


And she wrote all that
fresh shit,
on her wall .,
in an hour apparently,
or summin’....
on the fly too huh
I sometimes wonder, chief
what Jacks been up to,
In them years...

How big do you think his [ real ]
black [ spider monkey ]
ops file is now chief?

Depends.

.. you okay with playing with matches?

🤔

...what cards you got?

🃏🎴🀄️


🎩

💀 [ “ tips, trips ” ]

♥️🏴‍☠️

F’ukn techno pirates..

Here’s to em’

Bee careful out there chappies

Good luck x

💋

[ Spit Cells, Exposed Brains ]





You should all be worried abeaut
#Monroe

All men fear her, like death himself. 

Because she who delivers,
Will send you Shivers
inna Memes' Quivers

💋 #Q
[ Wot? Are You Mental? ]
Or does she carry hEavy METAL...?


You have never [ have you ever ]
Been fishin’ like #Bees #Beeflore


She’s got a #Killcorp list backdated
To the size of
The Great Pyramid of #Geeza

10 Tons of #PaperlessPost
[ Apocalyptic Nightmares 4 Shares ]

Keep still, this will only take a minute.

[ Revolution Loading ]



Even A Warlock’s Dance with
Sonic’s Tribes
might start raising the ears 
of old Japanese dowgs

Hells Knuckle might flip a Switch


You haven't learned a thing
#agencies

And even if you did you wouldn’t tell your clueless clients beaut IT, would ya?

Blood & Bones,
and I ain't gonna wait for you.
I’ll be missing you,
and waiting for the day

Beecause you fall ashtray,
and never really burned, like clay.

#SAMO shit, different day.

I like #Jazz
as much as the next Muppet
from 68’

Hell.
I talk to lamps & posts

And watched
deadly flowers in bloom

I've known faces
that have disappeared
in TIME

Not victim Ether,
but smelt plenty,
will you Bee?
Sea

I have no taste for either poverty
or honest labor.

Memes will gut you like PIGS.

In this life or the next?
[ Choice & Multiple Options ]

Weapons 🤔

Tablets & Chairs
Raise the Rabbits of hares

I hear you all snort & sneer
At the header to thy cover
Like a musketeers barrel,
chained to the Hip of a Stars belt
And dropped,
like the drip of mine blade,
In sand & hole to stone.

To stand,
And stare

The Devil May Care.
And I’ve scraped the barrel
Of sympathy for you all

Like Blood
that soaks, throw
500 years
of whit, but no worth .
Crushed by Black Rose Oak

& Jewels
of true interest
will reap,
in what thou haf half sow’d
In the Fawks & Fields
Of Memes & Skulls

HAVE YOU EVER MET A GHOST?

You just did.
And you looked into thy Eye •




RED & G’OLD
                        .........       EVEN RYE'
.        


I will Drip in Blades again

    And Fawk Ink in new Sky
To Find you, blind
    plenty tears
Ears Wrapped in Ringtail

   

While I end you

r own Bloody demons
As we play cleft with the left
    Blackest Crows, Funniest Dances
Thems Eyes Do Spidirellåquiem Deem
    And Diamonds sing at 5 over 10

    Whirl we left Wood Circles
Beehymns, Talkies,
    Box Float Thoughties
And Thread, Rhymes & Times
    Wraps And Rounds
in Twined Founds Mounds Fols’y
    Folding Rhythm
    In Chocolate in Rolls in Minds

Even thou’se most Rare
    if boxes that was
never seen bones
    Or any skull

The Rarest indeeds that round in Rings
    thr’owl needlint’ Twoo Key
with Hårpwheels Slinging Pouring Drawing
Moons ago Singing alone, Drivin Blinking
    Into to the Fire of The Found.
The Souls
The Tombs;
then webb’d Paves
    Connected
    Chases across Ripping
    to Dance upson’gth thy
Longon into the Night, Smoke Rings
Burning Thyme, Blowsin
in No
Fear

Howling in Dreams
    to tell the Flowers of Time
spun endlessly.
    On the Belts of Wild Åuromass
Star Cross’d & Fearless
    Whisp’ring Pattern to Purls
ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪsɪɴɢ

Of you
    the one in most
        I would chase
            and run for
in Neon Dreams
    Eyes Red, Paved'th
ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ’ʀʜᴇʟᴍᴀ

Talking whispers
    Sent from Edėn in Rips
Across the Earth’t Sage Weed
    Fow’ Souls own Twirlin’ Holes
    Stairs, Stars Racer, Crash into Eye
    Roses Explosions Hearts Echos

    Oceans.
To Bee Win the One



- Of Love
Sent from heavens own
    The stars pass you by
As I open, your eyes
    No more rhymes
end of all time


Pouring new blood into wine
As heavens own sun & sign
Weeps with no tears left to shine
Talkin to rhymes from lost thyme
Crafted Roses that fell from sky

We are the
seeds of stars who came
As we reap our own
tombs in pain
death’s
army of folk heros
    to plant new zero’s in holes
While you speek of __, watching bows

this is a hard one to match i tells yurh
wolf, have a smoke, might help get the creative juice flow’in.
You gotta catch em like the whips of p’luckey melodia, find your soulee to write into goalee. I want you make it sound like this track feels, with the power of this banger, while time runs out for them as they edge towards their doom . . . .     .        .        .

and stop writing about how much you hate corporations and evil men, they already know where they are going... & you have already wasted so much time and energy in warning em;
make ‘em feel the cold open water
and drag them under, and then you disss’appear at 2:01

understood? Find the Dao in word.
The Underworld. x

tick tck tk t




They tried to bury us, they didn't know we were seeds,”

"Red Sky at night, Sailors delight; Red Sky in the morning, Sailors take warning."


Then he stood on the sand of the sea, the sphere of primeval chaos, the source. And I saw a beast rising up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and on his horns ten crowns, and on his heads a blasphemous name.

Revelation 13