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Geraldo Respuesta NUTZ

You mediate with sweet and sour sauce.
Dirigibles float across the checkerboad.
Dropping war on the slaves
They love it.
They cut each other and fuck in it.

 
Unicycle of the winds
Buy me a timeshare.
Or a house boat in the Baltic Sea
Where the sharks are made of sausage
Unite as one against the Hordes of Chang
Ride on the waves of vacuum vagrants
Wash them in the sauce of tomatoes.


Today is the day of annihilation
Tomorrow is for the dead
And the day after that is for zombies
And after that you need a day to describe it.
Horde your sundries and personal effects
Gather your acorns and store them in trees


When they come
They come with Ferraris
And polo dress shirts
With nametags that say Steve
You don't mortgage your library
When there can be more to expell
And sell to the Amish
So you can eat a sandwich


The day that is today means
You settle on a blender.
It's way of the cosmic purpose.
A porpoise, oh yay.
Let us eat upon this food table
And partake in eating food
From that table
Always a table.

 
540 hours of trout
530 glasses for the trapper
168 is the number of the Mongoose
Wheels of titanium turn
Chaos in the backwards land of shoo-log.
Graft the ninja to the antenna
Who's to know why
22 railroad


650 neutron.
695 to overship hyperbole.
Every one fall in place.
Age of exaggeration and consequence.
Boarding the xenon space station. 

Like a bowl of cereal.
Did nothing to no one, dead.
And left with a smiling festive squash.
Divine the white noise.

The evil noise of phantom molasses. 


Hail the eternal cetacean.
The cetacean of horrid recompense.
Rolled tacos for the Darwinists.
When all becomes too great.
Rejoice in the convalescent. 

Ditch the bag of contraband.
And come back for it at dawn.
After the authorities call back their bitches.

The best time to be coming off of acid.

 
540 hours of trout
530 glasses for the trapper
168 is the number of the Mongoose
Wheels of titanium turn
Chaos in the backwards land of shoo-log.
Graft the ninja to the antenna
Who's to know why
22 railroad

 

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