Itzamana - Transcendental meditation, alienation infestation
I fried my third eye
Ate it up, Just like stir fry
Skin cracks releasing a tentacle, those gentlemen laugh so cynical while having bathing with a pickle subconscious tickled
The collective nauseous conscious Pocahontas taunts us wants dust to bust into an electric tantric romantic miracle
You want answers ask the cyborg with photon enhancers retired and fired up to be a ballet dancer
( galacticus - I have endured enough from you human insects, now I will obliterate you.)
And if the moon would soon begin dropping you could find me mopping a sand dune
Immune to the magnetic hectic tune of the piper I will not dance in a trance like the viper
I still wait to fill
Till the fruit is riper
Swipper no swiping swiper no swiping sniper hyper suction mass production vast reduced deduction till I was left with nothing
Function equivalent to a smelly Lil munchkin striking a viking
Psychic linking licking synthetics, piecing together tetrics, feasting on astral directives
Embeddable fools dabble in savage magic recycling Ben when cycles bend and transcend into lucid states
Check mates hoostid boosted spiritual spatial awareness of the dissonance in constructed computer conducted society
Vially massively instructed, personality persona withered insanities manifested deities won't stop the gossiping
Beep beep beeping
What a bore , more calamities?
My phantom thoughts come in tormenting storms then droughts as the king shouts in comes mister fancy pig smelling with his snout
Going on and on about selling all the trout
All the trout all the doubt
( Spock - I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans their illogical and foolish emotions are a constant irritant )
I fried my third eye
Ate it up, Just like stir fry
Skin cracks releasing a tentacle, those gentlemen laugh so cynical while having bathing with a pickle subconscious tickled
The collective nauseous conscious Pocahontas taunts us wants dust to bust into an electric tantric romantic miracle
You want answers ask the cyborg with photon enhancers retired and fired up to be a ballet dancer
( galacticus - I have endured enough from you human insects, now I will obliterate you.)
And if the moon would soon begin dropping you could find me mopping a sand dune
Immune to the magnetic hectic tune of the piper I will not dance in a trance like the viper
I still wait to fill
Till the fruit is riper
Swipper no swiping swiper no swiping sniper hyper suction mass production vast reduced deduction till I was left with nothing
Function equivalent to a smelly Lil munchkin striking a viking
Psychic linking licking synthetics, piecing together tetrics, feasting on astral directives
Embeddable fools dabble in savage magic recycling Ben when cycles bend and transcend into lucid states
Check mates hoostid boosted spiritual spatial awareness of the dissonance in constructed computer conducted society
Vially massively instructed, personality persona withered insanities manifested deities won't stop the gossiping
Beep beep beeping
What a bore , more calamities?
My phantom thoughts come in tormenting storms then droughts as the king shouts in comes mister fancy pig smelling with his snout
Going on and on about selling all the trout
All the trout all the doubt
( Spock - I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans their illogical and foolish emotions are a constant irritant )
( Itzamana )
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