The treed creed is greed so
Drop your seed and buy the farm
with my arsenic and old lace
Trasnscend and then Lose your old face,
it’s in good taste

the cameras with potemkin glass curtains
remove spooge streaks with the sponge
these pink starfishes are hurting

Have you thought to
Obscur-a carnal K-Hole with the seven Kristie Alleys
swimming nude in Silicon Valley,
marked the box with a tally
SATISFIED
in a far off land
All bored please aboard the trains
To the unplain Pleasure Pains to bash in Buffalo Bills brains

so tune in and clock out
morality has gone hollow
cause I masturbate to SALO
with that fountain of filth in your head
enough said
they mumble in dead slang
with their ADHDTV brains
its small theaters serve as metaphor for big screens


But I’m plagued with a FOMO, addiction killing to ascend
they went to hidden temples but we didn’t get the legends.
Man I’m Surrounded by swirling passwords and secret noms de guerre
I’m seeing 100,000 pyramids in hollywood squares

The visor-wearing junkies overrun
Trillions of turf fields under virtual suns (Annie better get your guns!)
the paper clip club bored arena blood sport fights
Magog n’ Mega was wrong
We need a thousand and eight lights


and it’s all in plain sight Gladys Knights Templars
and heading back from the Grapevine to Diana Ross
to clutching the rose and cross
and now we return for more Land of the Lost
and next we’ll go to The vault where Walt is
cryptogenically freezing his nuts off


Hefty catalogue of broadcasts to “brain-blast”
to give you adventure time enough at last
which is better than hex effects of triple x taser sex
except You can’t do that on television
the fun son it’s just a bad decision

but back to brass tacks for the mass lax
and we know though
Adorno said more porno
And buried the blueprints down below
Dante’s Disneyland Inferno
and put it behind more masks than Chikara Pro
now you know

perpetual adolescent recess is in session
Curious X fucked a generation
and I’m guessing your balls didn’t drop
and it’s nothing to do with dues or the nine o clock news
It’s what I like about you, and as far your rules there’s simply eight
it’s just the other ten that I fucking hate



surrounded by these Astrotoys
it’s The Real DeCoy
We like Ike and Kilroy
I go Pogo and then down with Alice
The enemy was with us in Dallas
Shot JR with malevolent cause
and hid so the Wizards of Id
could change Camelot to Oz

these are starry systemic laws
we’re only left with the
blue screen of death
Got the green tree
and The Next Stop is Willoghby
meth-head-ology
School the opiate tools its small wonders
We keep the fools changing the rules
like they’re a bunch of farm animals
My Capsule diets encapsulate
and regenerate the Members of the 3rd estate

And The 1000 Sun City Girls will rise again
cause you didn’t find the Secret of NIHM