Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Saturday, December 11, 2010

frigid...more season sensitive material by cras culture.

winter had us bitter broken could not remember how for the life of me we made it through last december,
dancing dull cross the thrashed carcass of fall
frigid frost clung cross walls,
but spark those embers, bonfire livin'
songs sung, unforgiven,
aspects of former fashion doldrums exorcised
capitalist mindfuck demise
spectacle shoddy disguise
this is my only rap in years
and damn does it feel like lightyears
don't feel like no rap nor years
highways stricken byways of creepin loneliness fears
but assuage yr tricked mindscape kid escape yr fears
sober escapades null the beers,
this is my personal headlights to deers.

frigid digits drop
this is my final peace spoken in words
so demand the cream o' the crop don't let em feed you the slop.
hit em back yo find the arteries of the machine clog em make em stop.

mutiny to the ship, give 'em the slip
to a freer eclipsed elipses execute them plans the riskiest
dismissive shit relives the most intense demands you could bathe cross yr red sea slit wrist hit with this stream of consciousness blissfullness.
where do we go from here?
after the cheers, jeers diseased non-fears
diceased beers
warped years, steer clear of pratfalls of dead society
peace within mass hysteric anxiety
bringers of ...what be we,
mad society crass culture freaks
off that cliff with speed,
this is the jittery broken lonely screed
of one who thinks about this bullshit times nine twice a fucking week.

frigid digits drop
this is my final peace spoken in words, word,
so demand the cream o' the crop don't let em feed you the slop.
hit em back find the arteries of the machine make em clog n stop.
frigid digits drop.


1 comment:

starcakeastrology.blogspot.com said...

"this is my personal headlight to deers" i fuckin love that line