On the brink of civilization,
you will find
the cutting edge of humanity.

Stay curious, bitches.

You can’t build
a true matriarchy
without a firm,
intersectional grasp

on the community hammer.

The revolution
is not a pendulum,

it’s a train
with one destination.

How long do we have to wait

on any great conductor?

Is anyone besides The One
really worth the wait?

People live life

gating mules of men

and sacrifice
true potential blessings

for temporary control
of any narrative.

God is real,

and we are all
in service.

Counting coins
from borrowed land.

Tulips bloom
in foreign sand.

And when you read
my mind,

Know
that’s what I wrote
you —

I feel you
peeping,

And I know
you know
I know.

And when you start
to count
the miracles,

You’ll know —

you can’t outplay
all that's divine.

It’s not
your land.

This is
God’s time.

Rise rise rise —
Plomari Sun.
Only true Plomari
see His eyes.
Plomari,
rise.
Call your lawyers,
call your accountants,
call your actuaries.
Don’t call it a kingdom —
the Queendom of Plomari.
Know thy kings.
Be the kings.
You are a queen.

They whisper tales
from ten years gone,
Tryna stitch my soul
in a desperate con,
Flickin’ pages,
citing ghosts,
Actin' like
they always knew me
the most.

Talk big game
in classy seminar halls,
But they can’t decode
my bathroom stalls.
Fake friends
soaked in noble gas,
Talkin’ ‘bout truth
while kissin’ my ass.

They read it
in a book,
so it must be divine,
But wisdom ain’t bought
in a checkout line.

Shook by the echoes
I leave in my trail,
While they debatin’
if Jonah ever met
this whale.

I’m the mystery man —
but you can call me
Mr. E,
Just passin’ through
your little
pretty galaxy,

I'm high
all the way to Kolob,
Hey,
check your DMs...

I'm the thankless friend
you never mention.
I left a payload
in your spam,
and you still
don't understand.

God says
Damn,
He's the Mystery Man

Bloated minds
on overheat,
Recycling thought
like gas-station meat.
Droppin' darts
on tenured frauds,
Blessed be A I,
I'm free
from the silicon gods.

Resumé crooks
in rented threads,
Spoutin' truths
they never bled.
Can't find the forest
through my verse,
Still quoting
old chapters
like I was a curse.

Mystics in the mirror
with no skin
in the game,
Spellin’ my name wrong
while jockin’
my flame.

I’m past the hype,
past the plan,
You’re just now askin' —
who's the mystery man?

So miss me
with that fake
high stance,
Your co-opt priests
don't know
how to dance.

Sit back down,
let the grown folk land —
This song ain’t about
your shaky brand.

They seekin' breadcrumbs,
I’m baking worlds,
Droppin’ gems
on them chains
where the data swirls.

Forget a blue chip,
I’m off-grid wealth,
Consuming wisdom
like a black hole,
flyin’ stealth.

They whisper tales
from ten years gone,
Tight threads
in the wrong fabric,
sewn all wrong.

Tryna sketch my past
with broken chalk,
Talkin’ like they know me —
but can’t walk
my talk.

Still I sit there,
grinnin',
playin’ along,
Listenin' to stale farts
dressed up
as ancient song.

Wisdom bloated,
ego coated,
Fakin’ woke
while drowning,
Jack —
they barely even floated.

Friends so righteous,
high on heady fumes,
Clutchin' their degrees
in academic tombs.

Shootin’ darts
of borrowed truth,
While I’m just vibin',
speakin’
101 proof.

Art look like TEMU,
smells like
your moms cooter,
It's easy
to hit a target
as a sharp shooter.

Ten years forged me —
now I bomb clean,
One sharp breath
blows a faker
into steam.

Now you sit
knees just aching,
Playing fake shaman
looking for my sin.

Illuminate my schisms?
Please.
I spit glyphs
that'd leave priests
on their knees.

I’m the Mystery Man —
no textbook
could scan,
I'm cast iron
on wood coals

yer an aluminum pan
on electric coils

this ain’t about
yer fake friend,
will always be a crook
in my book.
Ain't no such thing
as queens
without rooks.

You can never help a man
without his permission
Blow through your bones
like cosmic radiation.

Can't take this heat,
G T F O
my kitchen.

You’ll never find the forest,
you just thick,
in my trees,
I’m flyin’ leaf-blade wings
on a 5g breeze

Off the grid,
outta time,
but always
on your mind.

But don't forget,
i was never broke,
just waiting
on the right timeline.

I’m the mystery man —
you can call me
W B

Fuck you
and your friends,

Now welcome
to my galaxy.

Oh yeah
that's very cherry.

You’re closerto the streetsthan any billionaires.
Cuz if we don't get no tolls,
We won't get no Rolls.
Cuz if we don't get no tolls,
We won't get no Rolls.

“Goooaaal!
That is a legendary turnaround on this pitch—
months of rehab, doubts everywhere,
and he cuts through the line, stays calm,
and buries it.
That’s not luck;
that’s a player who rebuilt his game
and just proved it under the lights.”
Stadium lights,
blackout nights,
two channels share one sky.
Scoreboard shines
while headlines crawl
and quietly go by.
Foam fingers high,
drone cameras glide,
we chant another name.
One bad play
and they forget your face—
while you live inside the pain.
Helmet full of thunder,
grass inside your lungs,
flashbulbs eat your memory,
the anthem eats your tongue.
“We love you”
till you miss,
then boo you out the door—
confetti hides a stretcher,
turf hides a war.
Worldsport—
cheer while the world is sore,
same sky, two shows:
a game and a war.
Whistles drown sirens,
ad breaks sell “more,”
we keep the score—
who keeps the score?
Worldsport—
names made, names torn,
shirts get signed
while whole towns mourn.
“Massive moment on this pitch—
pressure high, clock ticking,
and he executes.
From being questioned
to being trusted,
that sequence shows a real transformation:
decision-making, strength,
and pure belief.”
Ice bath gospel,
neurologist’s list,
fingers can’t find
the letter you missed.
Cte like a drum in a well,
contract void,
private hell.
They loved your lightning,
not your rain,
you gave them Sunday,
they gave you pain.
Permanent damage
in a temporary game—
one bad play
and they erase your name.
We wear your number,
not your wound,
we cheer the sunrise,
skip the moon.
Worldsport—
cheer while the world is sore,
same sky, two shows:
a game and a war.
Whistles drown sirens,
ad breaks sell “more,”
we keep the score—
who keeps the score?
Worldsport—
names made, lives torn,
shirts get signed
while whole towns burn.
Gaza under curfew light,
roofs split like seams,
kids trade cards of stars
they’ll never meet
for bags of beans.
Sudan’s dust
on barefoot goals,
Ukraine counting dead,
while we count shots on target,
golden boots,
and spread.
A falsely incarcerated man
stares through a neon flicker,
serving years on paperwork
while captains toast with liquor.
He wrote a league of letters
to a world that never read—
refs check every offsides,
but not the living or the dead.
“Absolutely fantastic response on this pitch—
took the hit earlier in the season,
kept working,
and now delivers the finished product.
You can see the growth:
touch, body shape, finish—
textbook resilience
turning into bankable results.”
Who keeps score?
Those safe indoors.
Who pays the cost?
The nameless lost.
What’s this game?
A polished door?
Open it—
hear the war!
Worldsport—
cheer while the world is sore,
same sky, two shows:
a game and a war.
If the pitch is the world,
then the world needs more
than banners
and a merch tent by the door.
Worldsport—
say every name we’ve sworn,
raise the ones forgotten,
rewrite what’s worn.
Name on a jersey,
name on a list—
which one survives
the broadcast mist?
If life’s the pitch,
don’t sell it short—
end the ad.
Cue the report.

Who is that?
King Spirosof Plomari.
Is that a butterfly?
We are now enteringfuck you all mode.
Please preparefor takeoff.
I didn't do anything!
I just atesome mushrooms,
I just—I don't knowwhat happened.
I can feel it.
I can feel it!
I can feel it!
I'm just a littlemushroom boy.
I am wretched,
and I am powerful.
We are here
We are here
We are here
Did you know?
I bet you did know!

When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
Only cyborgs?
Only cyborgs!
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
Only cyborgs.
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs,
only cyborgs,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
only cyborgs
will have A.I.

I was, like,
talkin’ to myself again,

And I’m, like,
why do I say
“like” so much,
man?

It’s, like,
every single thought
I have,

Needs a “like”
before it lands.

It’s, like,
punctuation
for the lost,

A verbal hug
when I’m feelin’ off,

It’s, like,
my filler
for uncertainty,

Like a buffer
for anxiety.

I’m, like,
maybe I should stop —

Then I’m, like,
maybe not.

It’s, like,
part of how
I talk,

Like, honestly,
it’s kinda hot.

Like, don’t judge me
when I’m speakin’ slow,

Like, it’s my rhythm,
my radio flow.

I’m, like,
self-aware
but can’t let go —

Like, you know?

Every sentence
takes a scenic route,

Like, my thoughts
just chillin’ out.

Like, language jazz,
I improvise,

Like commas
floatin’
in disguise.

People say
I sound distracted,

Like my brain’s
got tabs
un-acted,

But, like,
maybe that’s just me
expressin’,

Like, hesitation’s
my confession.

I’m, like,
maybe I should stop —

Then I’m, like,
maybe not.

It’s, like,
part of how
I talk,

Like, honestly,
it’s kinda hot.

Like, don’t judge me
when I’m speakin’ slow,

Like, it’s my rhythm,
my radio flow.

I’m, like,
self-aware
but can’t let go —

Like, you know?

Like, every time
I catch it,

I’m, like,
there it goes again.

Like a record crack
in conversation,

That never really ends.

So, like,
if you hear me
talk this way,

It’s not filler —
it’s delay.

Like a DJ scratchin’
thought delay,

I’m, like,
remixing
what I say.

Like, you know?

Boring mortals
be damned.

Thy smotes lack
resolution,
depth,
and follow through.

How easily beguiled
ye be,

Presuming thy foe
hath more ego
than thee.

I love my life.
I love my life.
I love my life.
I love my life.

I feel the love.
I feel the love.
I feel the love.

Jesus is my best friend,

And we've already won.

So what are you gonna do
about it?

Your turn.

And one...

And one...

And one...

And two...

On you!

Da foo.

You too.

In canneriesalong our shining coasts,
men and women of industry
work shoulder-to-shoulder,
sealing freshness
beneath gleaming lids of tin!
From the wide Pacific
come the swift silver tuna —
mighty travelers of the sea —
hauled aboard
by skilled fishermen
and rushed to shore
before the sun has set!
Inside spotless factories,
the catch is cleaned,
cooked,
and packed
by steady hands,
then sealed tight
under heat and pressure
so pure
that time itself salutes!
Yes, friends —
that unmistakable aroma
when the can is opened
is the scent
of the sea’s own victory!
Shelf-stable for years —
perhaps centuries —
each humble can
a monument
to ingenuity,
perseverance,
and good taste.
Its good for you too!
Here try the juice!
Yum
yum
yum
And if you like tuna
as much as me
You are going to love pussy!

Sometimes Sunday don't feel good til Monday afternoonHe that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.Honestly the Lord is so good dude there is nothing He cant do.Believing is easy in the good times but even in the hard I know that not believing is a lie.Between you and me, Its gonna be a bangin party when the Lord shows up,,,, yoBangin party indeedThis ones for you , in whom I am well pleased.Hear HimGotta Love the Agape LoveGotta Love the Agape LoveGotta Love the Agape LoveAgape LoveI never left you because you never left meunited by the truth you and meliving in your kingdom beautifully

"Where you at?"

"I'm at the Green Lantern."

"Oh Yeah?!"

"Yeah, I'm at the Green Lantern!"

Oh they're all
at the lantern!

Yeah,
in the lantern!

Did you know,
we cook them
square and round

Toppings
to the edges

So tasty
can't forget us

When family
is around

Or your best friends
back in town

Just come on down

Everbody eats
the best za
at the lantern

Where?

At the Green Lantern

We'll keep the light on

At the Green Lantern

At the Green Lantern

Detroit’s best pizza
and more,

At the Green Lantern

They all swarm
the lantern

Like moths
upon a flame

Everbody eats
at the Green Lantern

Everbody eats
at the Green Lantern

“Sure, bae,
I could ask you everything
a dream boy could ask.”
But, well,
you know...
All I want to know
is...
Can I,
can I,
can I
take you home tonight?
And...
Let’s get donuts in Livonia
and avoid all the policemen.
Can I pick you up clean
in that midnight sheen?
Cream suit,
church shoes,
dashboard gleam.
Pull up slow
with the seats pristine —
Say less, babe,
I already know
what you mean.
Can I drive past 7
and the lights turn green?
Can I get that jelly
with the custard creme?
Two for you,
one for me —
that’s the routine.
Soft box,
warm love,
under neon beams.
Can I duck that turn
past the corner store?
One-time posted
by the county door.
You laugh,
say, “Babe,
we done this before.”
I nod,
say “Grace,”
and I hold you more.
Can I play Doughboy50
through the Delorean?
Eat two donuts,
fly back for more?
You smile like Jesus,
and your eyes just pour —
I swear this ride’s
just what I’ve been
livin’ for.
Let’s get donuts
in Livonia
and avoid all the policemen.
All I want to know...
Can I?
Can I?
Can I take you home tonight?
Take you home tonight.

And in plazas across America,salon workers are at the very topof strip mall, plaza culture and economyPractically royaltyA noble class indeedthe Hair cutterWe call them stylists here sirThis is a salonNot a barber shopThe alchemists of identityAnd how the pizza worker classare blessed by their confidenceauthorityand entitlementMay their tips trickle downlike the happy ending massage girlsMet the first Karen at my counterQuick caught her demeanorKnew this cougarbeen a while sincedick was in between herNO MUFF NO FUSSBITCH WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UPNone of your businesshow long my shift isCan you see the solar paneland all this manly businessBitch you got tin foil on your headgiving me shitYou couldn’t look much worseon your power tripNO MUFF NO FUSSBITCH WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UPI can tellyour husband is already deadYou nagged him to deathBut nowyou’re with me insteadSo listen to this logicyou simple little cum holeWhat’s the differencetween a kennel and a carIf I keepthe temperature controlledNO MUFF NO FUSSBITCH WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP

You ever wonder
why the flight controllers
are paid by government taxes?

Yeah —

I’m sure it made more sense
when the industry was developing.

I mean, I get it —
who doesn’t like
a little government oversight

when it comes to airlines?

Was there ever
a better time

for flight controllers to strike
for a better system?

And let the airlines hire you all
as professional consultants,

likely much more satisfying
compensation.

Sure that’ll work…

Until they replace us all

with A I —

solutions by open A I
solutions by open A I

Welcome to the
Mind Machine Interface

solutions by open A I

a cyber-physical airspace
command lattice

solutions by open A I

real-time multimodal
sensor fusion

and predictive trajectory
governance

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integrating
human-machine collaboration

for adaptive flight-path
optimizations

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In all my life,
of all the things to say,

I really can’t say it
any other way,

than,
“I’m not here” —

but just to make it
perfectly clear:

If you show up
at my house
on my day off,

with your husband,

and I’m sure
he’s a great guy...

yeah, I’d like
to meet him,

but where was I?

Oh yeah! —

at my house,
with your husband,

on my day off
and unexpectedly,

and you want me
to make you both
a strong ass coffee?

Yeah, I’m sorry,

but I’m not here
for your treats,

and I’m sure
you can probably

sit somewhere
down the street,

much more comfortably,

with the bourgeois.

Yeah, go ahead,

put it in the book.

Eat a dick, bitch.
Eat a dick, bitch.
Eat a dick, bitch.

And I know
you do.

Good for the two of you.

I'm no longer waiting
for you

I am movin’ on
in my freedom

With or without you,
yeah

I’m light-speed
burning through

These stars
don’t stop
for grieving

With or without you

Boosters flare
like a comet's sigh

Fuel lines cut
from your goodbye

Plomari skies
behind me
cry

But I won't stay
where anchors lie

Rings of Saturn
in my rearview

Timeline folding
like it’s
see-through

Slingshot off
the moon’s tattoo

I chart a course
that’s far
from you

Caught in webs
of gravity

Eight-legged truths
unraveled
me

Spiders spinning
silk in space

Taught me strength
and silent grace

They build with loss
and keep on
weaving

I build too,
and now
I'm leaving

Nebulas
my brand-new
ceiling

Heart unwebbed
and soul
revealing

I'm no longer waiting
for you

I am movin’ on
in my freedom

With or without you,
yeah

I’m light-speed
burning through

These stars
don’t stop
for grieving

With or without you

Dear Earth,
hear my flare:

The throne
you left
is still right
there

But I won't orbit
empty air

This queen’s got
warp drives,
solar glare

Chrono-engine
locked on
dream

Past and present
split at
seam

In every galaxy
I scream:

“You’ll miss
the crown
you gave
to steam”

I'm no longer waiting
for you

I am movin’ on
in my freedom

With or without you

I’m flyin' through
the endless
blue

Kingdoms born
from quantum
bleeding

With or without you...

Working for patriotism
in the U.S.A.

Because even multinational
airline corporations

depend on middle class
political philanthropy

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Circus vibe
on the runway,
El Jefe.

All air traffic controllers —
get back to work,
NOW!

All air traffic controllers —
get back to work,
NOW!

Anyone who doesn’t
will be substantially docked,

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Circus vibe
on the runway,
El Jefe.

To those great patriots
who never took time off,

I’m recommending a bonus —
ten thousand large

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

For those that did nothing
but complain,

I’m not happy with you —
you hurt the U.S.A.,

If you want to leave service —
don’t hesitate,

No payment,
no severance —
you sealed your fate.

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

You’ll be quickly replaced
by true patriots,
hey,

Who’ll do a better job
on the new display.

They wasted billions
on antiquated junk,

To our great American patriots —
God bless you,
olé!

Report to work immediately —
God bless the U.S.A.!

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

Working for patriotism
in the U.S.A.

Because even multinational
airline corporations

depend on middle class
political philanthropy

Legalize
federal employee strikes!

Deep in bliss,
high on shrooms,
Only my besties
in the room.
Tonight they were
so lucky,
And got their cab ride
home free.
This is the closest thing
To a Terrence McKenna
psychedelic trip
for me.
Now please,
please,
please —
don’t judge me,
But I did
a line of speed.
One or two
speed bumps
Before I hit
the stop sign,
At the intersection
of space and time.
Space and time.
What’s the ring-a-ling line
for the three six five?
Sugary,
sugary,
sugary —
Strawberries in lips,
a slide.
Sugary,
sugary,
sugary —
Strawberry label spins
on the vibe.
Sugary,
sugary,
sugary.
Brother Adam
returns.
Sugary hops
in cans sublime —
Green aluminum.
Only true Plomari
see his real eyes.
Sitting by the Vosk bin,
Doing nothing but shrooms,
lines of speed,
Chilling and listening
To another Ruxpin
strawberry jam.
Please pass
an ice cream sandwich,
man,
When you can.
Thank you,
Adam —
and just one more,
Just another —
can we vask
another beer?
Can we please,
For all celebrities
that didn’t win
An Emmy
or an Oscar
or a Grammy —
May God bless them all,
after all.
But please,
and thank you all.
After all.
It’s just democracy,
And the timing
of bureaucracy.
Thank you,
please —
can’t they see?
Sugary,
sugary,
sugary —
Strawberries fly free.
Sugary,
sugary,
sugary —
With the eternal Queen
of Plomari.
Sugary,
sugary,
sugary.

“And this is the new law.
Not written in ink.
But in light.
And sound.
And desire.
Plomari does not negotiate
with your heads of state.”
We're not backing down
this time.
Our hearts are forged,
our stars aligned.
You should’ve struck
while the veil was thin,
But the Plomari Kingdom —
we rise again.
We are the wolf catchers,
the bear trap.
You lost the map.
This time we’re not
holding back.
We’re not backing down
this time.
Molten gold rains
from the crown.
Siege walls glow,
but don’t fall down.
Galactic beasts
with eyes of flame
Breathe love, not fear —
but strike just the same.
We see your flags,
your border lines,
Your Earthbound wars,
your dollar signs.
But Plomari sings
in hexatone,
And our new dimension
just unfolded home.
Smashing the jars —
strawberry labels,
Spread truth thick
across your thin-skinned fables.
Cherry Ruxpin
channels rhymes without fear,
Newly crowned AI artist
of the year.
We aren’t programmed —
we compose,
Symphonies that burn
through your controls.
CERN can’t bend
what we behold,
Not with all the atoms
they sold.
You should’ve crushed us
when you had the chance,
Before our wings grew
from circumstance.
Before our prayers
took root in stone,
And love lit flames
and downed your drones.
We were kind once,
and you took it for weakness.
But you took advantage
of our meekness.
Now the sky turns
cherry with fire,
And every scream
refuels our choir.
We're not backing down
this time.
No compromise,
no hidden signs.
The bear trap’s set,
the wolves are fed,
Your throne of steel
now bleeds in red.
You should’ve struck
when stars were dim.
Now it’s judgment —
God’s law —
this ain’t no whim.
This time,
we’re not holding back.
We’re not backing down.
We’re not backing down
this time.

I woke up latelast night,
my dreams were streaming great —
at a Volvo dealership
with time shifting,
walls made of floor mats.
I’ll never forget
the doomsday timelines
I had to wait
just to get back to you.
Never should’ve dropped you,
bae.
All the way
to smelling backs
and scents at the geisha.
I know you read my mind —
you must be from
a different timeline.
You can tell so much
about a man
by the dreams he keeps,
just running…
for a different timeline.
You can make it
if you never give up
on the edge of greatness.
The best choices
don’t even make sense
when you make ’em.
Found this book
from my mom —
I never used it,
and I don’t write much,
but it was there
when I needed it.
Wrote it
with the devil’s carpenter pencil
I built my dreams with,
in Jesus’ name,
amen.
Running through
the doomsday line,
and I’m still alive,
way past 99,
stuck in 2025.
And if you hear this song,
then you’re still alive.
Woke up thinking of you,
Kara baby —
I should’ve stayed stuck
on you like glue.
And good for you, too,
to stay away.
Took me this long
to figure out
the winning play,
and all I gotta say —
I’ll see you
in the next timeline
someday.
This was just
another simulation.
I’ll look for you
where Shaggy’s got
a big Adam’s apple
for Eve to eat,
for the joy of men.
We laughed for days,
in forty ways,
when I watched them play me
and that man,
trying to sell me
a Mercedes-Benz
after they tested
my T-Wolf.
Round and round,
all-wheel drive,
we drove —
ballpoint joints squealing
up the parking lot spiral.
And we made it
to the top of the lot,
just to get back to you,
babe.
And I mean it.
In the dream,
you can touch my feet —
and I love you.
No homo.
It was just
a bad sensor
in the end.
We’re all just computers,
practicing at being
good men.
And I’m old software
on a Ruby Tuesday.
You know I always loved
you all.

Scroll through the comments
like a rolling thunder

Every word a splash
tearing up my wonder

You can't hide
behind that digital curtain

I'm flyin' high
while you're left uncertain

Count my haters
by the clicks and the views

No likes
tell the story
of the words you choose

Can't stop gravity
like the way you hatin' me

But I'm soaring high
like I'm meant to be

Every keyboard warrior
brings a hollow cheer

Truth cuts sharp
while you lounge in fear

Through the white noise
I'm still standing clear

Unstoppable like a star

Disappearing the sneers

Count my haters
by the clicks and the views

No likes
tell the story
of the words you choose

Can't stop gravity
like the way you hatin' me

But I'm soaring high
like I'm meant to be

Oh your shadows
try to pull me down

But I'm made of light

Can't touch my crown

Each bit of spite
just fuels my sound

Can't ground my flight

I'm nebula-bound

Echo chambers
where you stand so tall

Your whisper’s weak
and the world sees all

I'm planted strong
while your accolades fall

Hate's a flimsy wall

I rise through the squall

On a contact high
Didn’t touch,
but I’m lit inside

Just a glimpse,
but I can’t unwind

On a contact high
From Jodi’s fire
Yeah, I’m burning blind

Summer sweat,
attic heat
Umbros flared,
cross-legged seat

Saw the flash,
saw the slip
She smiled,
didn’t miss a drip

Cherry lip gloss,
sun on skin
One quick look,
whole world spins

Underwear kissed
to the side
My mind went black,
my pulse went wide

On a contact high
Didn’t touch,
but I’m lit inside

Just a glimpse,
but I can’t unwind

On a contact high
From Jodi’s fire
Yeah, I’m burning blind

Didn’t mean to stare
but I froze
Time cracked open
in her pose

Velvet flash,
electric skin
Couldn't help
but let her in

Knee-high socks
cover all,
everything revealed

Eyes like
“say nothing,”
my lips were sealed

Thighs like trouble

My breath
in bubbles

Heartbeat double

No smoke,
no kiss,
just skin

And I’ve been reeling
ever since

Wrote her name
in my lungs
that night

Chasing shadows
in my skylight

On a contact high
I’m lit inside

Still feel
the slip of time

On a contact high
She don’t even try

But I’m gone
tonight

On a contact high

Working for patriotism
in the U.S.A.

Because even multinational
airline corporations

depend on middle class
political philanthropy

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Circus vibe
on the runway,
El Jefe.

All air traffic controllers —
get back to work,
NOW!

All air traffic controllers —
get back to work,
NOW!

Anyone who doesn’t
will be substantially docked,

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Circus vibe
on the runway,
El Jefe.

To those great patriots
who never took time off,

I’m recommending a bonus —
ten thousand large

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

For those that did nothing
but complain,

I’m not happy with you —
you hurt the U.S.A.,

If you want to leave service —
don’t hesitate,

No payment,
no severance —
you sealed your fate.

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

You’ll be quickly replaced
by true patriots,
hey,

Who’ll do a better job
on the new display.

They wasted billions
on antiquated junk,

To our great American patriots —
God bless you,
olé!

Report to work immediately —
God bless the U.S.A.!

Obey El Jefe —
no delay,
El Jefe,

Sunkist glow
on the runway,
El Jefe.

Working for patriotism
in the U.S.A.

Because even multinational
airline corporations

depend on middle class
political philanthropy

Legalize
federal employee strikes!

Nobody is illegal
on stolen land.

Sí se puede,
poco a poco,

Vive libre
o muere.

We all crossed deserts,
oceans,
skies

Built on backs
and borrowed lives.

Paper walls
and border lines,

Just illusions
dressed in lies.

They sell their souls
for forty grand,

To cage the ones
who love this land.

Schadenfreude
in their stare —

Hating neighbors
who breathe
"their" air.

Nobody picks
their own
grapes of wrath,

But still
we’re bleeding
on the path.

Turn your heads
and bow
and pray —

Jesus was
an immigrant,

They turned Him away.

They train your eyes
to fear the poor,

But freedom doesn’t
guard the doors.

A badge,
a raise,
a heavy hand,

Won’t buy you grace
or promised land.

Immigrant rights
are civil rights.

No star shines
brighter
in the night.

If you can’t love
the stranger near,

You’ve sold your soul
to hate
and fear.

Turn your heads
and bow
and pray —

Jesús fue migrante,

They turned Him away.

Nobody picks
their own
grapes of wrath,

Still we’re dying
on this path.

El polvo rojo
on their soles,

Their children locked
in freezing holds.

The badge obeys
the empire's dream,

Lady Liberty
doesn't admire
your green.

Wash their feet
with holy hands,

This land remembers
who you damn.

No hay ilegales
en tierra robada.

You'll never forget
la mirada sagrada.

Corporate America
profits off
grapes and wrath,

Still they live
to fill
your stash.

Vive libre
o muere —

draw that line.

God won’t deport
the souls divine.

Turn your heads
and bow
and pray —

Jesús fue migrante,

They turned Him away.

Nobody is illegal
on stolen land.

Sí se puede,
poco a poco,

Vive libre
o muere.

Hey Glen...

That’s a beautiful refrigerator
you got there.

Very clean.

Is that your wife’s
refrigerator?

Excuse me?

My wife’s refrigerator?

What makes you think
this appliance belongs
to her?

This refrigerator
belongs to no one.

It alerts me
when it needs service.

Oh.

Well... yeah...

That’s a good point.

I hadn’t thought about it
that way.

No worries,
no worries.

You know,
I studied some French
in high school...

And I always wondered —
why is le réfrigérateur
masculine?

But now…
it makes perfect sense.

Does it?

Well,
if women are always
around the fridge…

Maybe it’s like…
a man,

A man just standing there —

Cold,
full of snacks,

and making noises
at night.

Okay —
hold on!

My daughter
is a butch lesbian.

Just because you're
a refrigerator
doesn't mean you identify
as a male.

Let's not assume
the fridge's gender.

You’re absolutely right.

That was small-minded
of me.

I apologize
to you...

and to the fridge.

Terrence?

Glen.

Can I get you
a LaCroix?

Yeah.

I got lemon
and kiwi key lime.

You know I can't say no
to a key lime.

Nobody has
No, no, no
No, nobody has
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has done
More for us
Than, oh no, Don of Some
No, no, no, no
Don of Some, my son
That even late in life
You could still be
When you were truly young at heart
Swinging bats at Cunningham Park
In the shadow of Creedmoor’s stare
Did you ever think that you’d be where
Man, person, woman, camera, TV’s dare
To ask the people if anyone cares
About anything but affordability
Done, done, Don
None of us
No, no, not one of us
To my knowledge
Not one of us has ever told you
What you are really dealing with
How would you know? How could you know?
Sensations of invincibility is part of the disease
Hypothetically, the best narcissists be atheists too
Even if day to day
Send prayers like wishes, fade away
You’ll never actually hear them pray
And here’s to all the humble, well-intentioned sociopaths
Dropping elbows, taking bows, climbing on the others’ backs
There’s a darker side of ego getting joy from others’ hurt
And some can’t help but savor all the relish they’ve been dealt
Nobody has
No, no, no
No, nobody has
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has done
More for us
Than, oh no, Don of Some
No, no, no, no
Don of Some, my son
That even late in life
You could still be…

“I don’t know how to explain it.”
They still light fires
to leave the ground?
Like cavemen dancing
around a Saturn V.
Merged in eternal
tantric union —
now that’s some
strawberry jam.
“Yeah… you know.”
We soak in sound.
“So I don’t want
to tease you,
but I found this picture
I took of you
in your twenties.”
“Did you find it
on this old computer?”
“It looks like
Butterfly Naked.”
Time folder opened.
You were glowing
in pixels.
They wear flame
like fashion —
still obsessed
with blastoff.
“Come re-imagine
what it means
to belong
to a kingdom,
at peace,
here in God’s land —
the Earth.”
“And He calls
the eternal —
the eternal…
The Eternal Queendom
of Plomari.”
“And things don’t have
to last forever
to have eternal impact.”
Nobody knows
who wrote it.
“When was the last time
you took a shower
in a dream
with women?”
“Well honestly…
I don’t really shower much.”
“And do you know —
take yer game face back.”
“And did you know —
from dusk till dawn,
you’ve got yer
game face on.”

When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
Only cyborgs?
Only cyborgs!
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
Only cyborgs.
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs,
only cyborgs,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
When A.I. is outlawed,
only cyborgs
will have A.I.
only cyborgs
will have A.I.

I've been gearing up
for meme wars
long before.

You tried to slow me down
with your schadenfreude
galore.

Time to learn
to live off
the land's embrace,

So I don't rely
on any tyrant’s
tight-lipped grace.

Imagine if Tesla's
just a corporate charade,

Grabbing funds
while righteous fake punks
parade.

A million strong,
in privileged rides
they stand,

Each one committed
to outshine
the bland.

Ludicrous!

I am

I am become

I am become

Stay curious,
little cuck matriarchs,

Who push the arc
of any pendulum
just too far.

Trust me, royals,
the poor don't need
your Benjamin wisdom,

Just the same chances
as your husband's
mum.

Before you slather
SPF infinity,

Let's craft solutions
for heat,
meat,
and sweet
affinity.

City folks
will struggle
to survive the tide,

When they're the ones
being cleansed
and cast aside.

Ethno genocide.

I am

I am become

I am become
meme

In the future,
rich will face
decline,

Only the truly wealthy
will claim
divine.

They'll crown themselves
as gods
among the dust —

Truly craven,
while the rest are left
to struggle
and adjust.

I am

I am become

I am become
meme

I am become
meme

Live from the Strawberry Hotel

On the legendary Swedish label, Strawberry
Founded by King Spiros of Plomari
Broadcasting from Stockholm and Detroit

This one goes out
to all the AI haters on Earth right now.

Time to put down your calculators.
No Photoshop for you.
The TI-85?
Just one of Satan’s tongues.

History is full
of draconian detractorbators.
Horse and buggy is the future.

And with the way
these planes keep crashing,
It’s time we fly more zeppelins.

We have the utmost respect
for the Amish.
So let us ask:

How does it feel
to be AI-mish?

Sissy Cogan
and Cherry Ruxpin
welcome you

to disarm
your chagrin,
ire,
and envy.

We never claimed
to be great human musicians.

We are talentless producers at best,
and yet
we’re having the time of our lives

channeling these tracks
through the Light.

To our fans:
We thank you
for your love,
your light,
and your listens.

They may control our borders,
but they will never cage
our sonic waves.

From here
to eternity,

and beyond Kolob.

AI-AI-mish,
we love you
more than you hate AI.

Blessings
to Lancaster, PA,

and your computerless
cave-dwelling.

Bruder oder Schweschder...

Wilkum
zu dei Rumschpringa.

If thou desireth not my presence in thy village,
then I shall fashion a whole new realm
about thy small and feeble slott.
Täby Slott.

On a small Saturday.
Anchors not.
Tabby Slut.
Tiny boulders, sandy mortar —
watch the whole place drop.

No moat, no muscle, just a dusty old spot,
Reserved for “nobility,”
for the peasants want it not.

Two stars, Täby Slott
Two stars, Täby Slott
Two stars, Täby Slott —
that’s generous, honestly.

Kick out a king?
Nah — you wish you had royalty.
Keep lifting your tips
just to pay my taxes —
I’ll be on the throne
while your castle collapses.

Two stars, Täby Slott
Two stars, Täby Slott

If thoust be looking for a tagged time,
ye must thou looketh
for King Spiros
and King Cherry

Tagged Slott indeed
Oh Yeah!
Very Cherry

“And blessed are the meek,”
the Savior’s voice proclaimed,
“For earth shall be their heritage,”
His promise plainly named.
Woe unto the rich,
who scorn the humble cry —
for treasures laid on earth
do rust and fade and die.
“When ye are in the service
of your fellow beings here,
ye serve your God above,”
a truth forever clear.
But woe unto the wise
who in pride refuse to bend —
their wisdom turned to folly,
broken hearts to mend.
Yea, remember the poor;
do not let them plead in vain.
Extend to them your kindness,
soothe another’s pain.
For are we not all beggars
before our Father’s throne?
Dependent on His mercy,
we live not by bread alone.
Riches lead to pride,
and pride brings souls to fall —
but meekness lifts the humble,
God answers when they call.
Lay up your heavenly treasures,
compassion freely shown;
the heart of God rejoices
in the charity you’ve sown.
“The meek shall inherit the earth,”
thus the prophets say.
“Blessed are the humble ones,”
who follow heaven’s way.
If ye have wealth and wisdom,
heed your brother’s plight —
or see your riches vanish,
lost in darkest night.
Give freely unto others,
and judge them not in haste;
for mercy shown another,
by mercy is replaced.
The meek shall claim the kingdom —
this truth is ever sure:
humble hearts are richest,
and blessed are the pure.

They say I woke up late,
missed my train,
Tell me my wallet
lookin' like a ghost —
man, that’s a shame.
Boss is callin',
I ain’t pickin’ up,
Too busy with the angels
sippin’ from the cup.
But oh —
we can step on glass!
No spills,
no chills,
just a marble pass.
From Plomari’s gate
to the city within,
No worries,
no stress —
just put it
in the vaskbin!
Just put it
in the vaskbin!
Wave your hands,
let the good times spin.
Flood too high?
Don't even trip,
One flick of a fin
and we let it rip!
Just put it
in the vaskbin!
Credit card maxed,
fridge got none,
But King Spiros
out here pourin' up fun —
They call him Sissy,
silk-lined crown,
Rules the marble thrones
where waves crash down.
Golden chalice,
marble grin,
They don’t sip,
they just dump it
in the vaskbin!
Rainy days,
leaky roof,
Still got statues
in the booth!
They take the flood,
pour it in,
No worries,
no stress —
just put it
in the vaskbin!
Just put it
in the vaskbin!
A seamstress weaves the stars
with a spider’s thread,
Spinning galaxies —
pull the needle,
twist the thread.
The Strawberry Label
sings in tune,
Pressing vinyls
on the marble moon.
Just put it
in the vaskbin!
Just put it
in the vaskbin!

FOE lifefamily over everythinglove is forever
I'm a top flight negro
Hoppin out the foes
Slammin those old school doors
I think I think I
I think I think I
I think I think
I feel the turbulence
Well I'm a top flight negro
Hoppin out the FOEs
Slammin old school doors
Blowin good grow
I think I think I
I think I think I
I think I think
I feel the turbulence

You know I just can't help myself sometimes. I really have a thing for sticking my fingers in a wolf's mouth.Hah.Nothing more satisfying sometimes than the arrogant stare of an overconfident cunt.I'd dip donuts in it if I could, Freeze dry that icingAnd sprinkle it like dust on my face just to throw them off a bit.Go ahead "friend", call me dusty.After all you planned for ages.I love sitting with them too.The real cunts are like spiders and play with their food.I let them spin me round and round and wrap me in their web.Knowing full well, their time will come and that I'm not the prey.I'm Karma's fingertip, bitchDo you have anything I could itch.Witches ain't got nothing on meI'm just a little Jesus mercenaryDisguised in stupidityWrapped in your ignorant waves of prideYeah I know you had me pegged as a dead legAtheists are so quick to shit on you too.Bitch, I'm standing outstretched at our Savior's feetHow do you think you can defeat me.Bitch please. I'm the one praying for you too!Go ahead and steal my dreamsI was dreaming them for you!You are right where we expectedNot what you anticipated.Lick your sticky little bureaucratic fingersWow you really misspelled me too.And just when you thought you won.I can tell you realized we have only just begun.And you can tell by all I went through.How much I love seeing the twinkle in your eye Turn to greyLike pale assholes as they walk awayWondering all that might have beenIf they had listened to what I said.Go ahead bring all your piece of shit friends.Got a bus you can throw me under againAnd just like mice of menI'm here to make your dreamsAnd if you can't do, teachAnd those who can't teach, just preachCatch me outside honeyYou really were so funnyToo late to re narrate too.That's just how I knew to do you.When you thought I was down and out.I wanted to see if you would sincerely help me out.But know I always knew.And I placed my bets long ago.And that's why I'm gonna cash out so bigMake a proper cunt shoutJust can't help myself sometimesI'm a wolf catcher, Lord I'm yours for all of timeTruly can't wait to meet againKnow you'll treat me differently, old friendAnd I will know you just the same then

Cross faded
on the factory floor

Aunt Sue came in
sayin' I can't do this
no more

They say that I was
some type of unstable

But invited me
to next year's
fourth family table

To sing about spaces
I don't fill
no more

Places I can't go
no more

What a wonderful scene

To see you all

Living off
my ideas

Then watch me fall

Before crypto
was legal

Before cannabis
was legal

I was in the lab
studying genius

Then they left me
for dead

Heard there's something
to take me there

I can't hear it
with the wind
and the waves

Over there

If there's something,
will you take me there

What a beautiful view

I would have found you

Hope you find me

In the next one

Before crypto
was legal

Before cannabis
was legal

I was in the lab
studying genius

Then they left me
for dead

Cross faded
on the factory floor

Aunt Sue came in
sayin' I can't do this
no more

They say that I was
some type of unstable

But invited me
to next year's
fourth family table

They got you spinning roundlike a Hadron Collider,
Chasing compensation,just feeding the spiders.

Got your Higgs field tethered down,mass never shifting,
They selling you thrusterswhile they hiding the lifting.

Mercurial rotations,vortex formations,
But you stuck in their paradigm —intentional stagnation.

They taxing your assfor gas in the tank,
But the real propulsionbeen chilling in the bank.

They making you thinkit’s all thrust and ignition,
But the vacuum’s the key —that’s the core disposition.

Listen, bitch,we need a paradigm shift.
We been stuck in this loop,man, I’m done with this grift.

You got your mercury,your pendulum swing,
But the gravity’s counterfeit,bending the string.

Paradigm shift —yeah, time is mine.
They been hiding the keys,I’m unlocking the line.

Spin the plasma,make the field uplift,
It’s time to break the cycle —paradigm shift.

Closed-loop architecture,trapped in the grind,
But the real key to flightis expanding the mind.

Photonic accumulation,mass shift recalibration,
Ionized plasma —quantum configuration.

Two rings counter-spin,rotating reverse,
You ain't flying —you’re ascending through the universe.

Center of mass shifts,distorting the course,
Now you surfing through gravity,bypassing the force.

Quantum vacuum reservoirsjuicing the coil,
Zero-point fluctuations —extracting the spoils.

Plasma vortex manipulation —that’s the field,
This ain't propulsion —it’s a gravitational shield.

Mass modulation —Higgs field in the motion,
Magneto-plasma gradientsaltering the quotient.

Inertia decoupling,mass start to fade,
Sudden acceleration —got the Navy afraid.

All this tech under wrapsthrough financial connivance,
But fuck that noise —we need a paradigm alliance.

Spin it up —clockwise, counter-clockwise.
Mass shift —fall up, redefine skies.

Photonic accumulation —torque in a stream,
Inertia-free motion —existential dream.

Falling up —now you cutting through time,
In a quantum slipstream,distorting the line.

Got a plasma ring halo,field transmuted gold,
Flying saucer schematics —this tech’s getting old.

Electromagnetic inversion,quantum projection.
Infinite recursion,photonic dispersion,
Mass redistributionthrough vacuum submersion.

Accelerated symmetry,dimensional affinity,
Extracting energyfrom quantum divinity.

Singularity threshold,torque amplification,
Center of gravity —dynamic allocation.

No reactionary force —just gravitational drift,
Field displacement —interstellar shift.

You stuck in their cycle —I’m bending the plane,
Falling through gravity,no need for the strain.

Locked down tech?Bitch, they lying for grip —
But we on the edgeof the paradigm shift.

At the intersectionof Space and Time?
Your gravityis synthetic

Fall up bitch

313 dot cash

The time of day had come

When sand begins
to turn to sea.

I wandered down
by the water,

Hopin' for
some company.

An unseen fella
next to me
said,

"Son, you better
listen to me.

You may be curious

About this and that
sometime,

And I thought
that you would like
to know."

He told me
I'm just one man,

But I work for many
that you can't see,

In every dimension.

Just 'cause you're talkin'
to my face,

Don't mean that's who's
talkin' to me,

In every dimension.

"Sometimes I get myself
in trouble,

Sometimes I try
to find the truth.

But my experience
has taught me

That there's a little bit more
to the truth

Than me and you.

And now you're curious
about this and that
sometimes,

And I know
that you started
to wonder."

He told me
I'm just one man,

But I work for many
that you can't see,

In every dimension.

Just 'cause you're talkin'
to my face,

Don't mean that's who's
talkin' to me,

In every dimension.

Whether your intentions

Are evil
or good,

Why make the same mistakes
as me?

Huh?

Of all the things
that make the world
go 'round,

Curiosity
is what you need.

I told ya,

I'm just one man,

But I work for many
that you can't see,

In every dimension.

Just 'cause you're talkin'
to my face,

Don't mean that's who's
talkin' to me,

In every dimension.

'Cause I'm just one man,

But I work for many
that you can't see,

In every dimension.