It was within the evolution of her pain, the insufferable realization that her psychology still held her hostage in the past and in the future…………… trapped in some pin balled jazzed out puzzling bagatelle of mind that kept assembling itself in the citadels of thought buried deep inside her final archeological dig , the one that led her back into the right and wrong extravaganza of a life laid bare on the soul making desert of that last moment of belief that had the sermons falling from my mouth be true for all that ever bedded down with words like whores sucking life from eager misconceptions hurtling down the psychic highway into oblivion’s hungry mouth poised on the brink of some niggarldy expression lying on the lips of God the Mother of it all .
there is something very bloated , something very overrated about an answer, it feeds upon itself nurturing on an arrogance that interimly carves its meaning of existence upon my face as a check mark for eternity boasting of another moment gone , a moment that might have been and coulda been The Big One’s new proposal for the child up on the cross still jiggling in the memories of every smug important traveler that journeyed to the east and back again to worship at the sepulchure of stolen dreams down by the gatherings of skin bags for God’s resounding come back in the narrow halls of faith force fed to the castaways enamored by the hue and cry of pimps for Jesus basking in the light of stained glass windows bespoiling cassocks that still reverberate the infant’s final cry on the altar of dominion ………… the altar of deceit .
where are you motherfukker ? ……. decked out now in your slick profession called ” your life “……….. Hey big spender ………hey Konvoy Kommander ………… hey you self appointed Phat Kats decked out like heavenly bodies in the kandy striped streets of your suburban hideaways consorting with your high powered high paid uteri called imagination that jockeys for position inside the breeding stalls you hump your meaning of existence from into the night’s sky filled with the slandered moon helpless in its artless vision to illuminate your soul and pave the way for romance in your fucked up kraven need for more.
I was seeking justice now inside the cold indifference of surrender as the sound of tinkling brass usurped my woman’s cry for help and climbed eternity into the arms of angels waiting at heaven’s gate with dust upon their wings . The ice cold razor sharp insidious edge of nothing sought excision of the lust within my prayer as Satan dark and erudite slid across my tongue like a miasma of evil inviting me to dine at his table laden big with new hope shipped in from sodom.
but I was mixing oil and water again in the woodshed days of yore , and I was down on my knees bending like a reed as The Man with all this Blow sidled into the au contraire mix of my new take on time with a stunning obligatto that nailed my feet to yesterday and forced me into the Genesis of new time arranged by Now.
so let’s stretch let’s play , let’s get down with Civilizzzzation …….. let’s stop and have a taste let’s be elegant and smug and comfortable in our little lawn chairs with styrofoam and haute cuisine stinkin’ up the hood by the big built pagan blown out edifice we call our Kapitalistic dream come true as , I , still dancing in my woman’s final sob deliver myself from evil into the arms of Love while the echo of the system’s last report establishes itself across the incredulous sky ………….. “We are an Empire now , and when We act , We create our own reality.” And dat’s dat ma friend ……. yeah ! ……… dat’s dat , and the truth shall set you free , set you free , set you free …………………. SET YOU FREE .
so ! ……….. it’s all in the beatitudes , clean clear and simple for the Blessed poor in spirit as the mail order brides from Darfur with their scrawny children hangin’ like locusts from their breasts sell their cunts for hits of Big Mac in the Finger lickin’ good extravaganza called democraseee eeeee….eeeee…………. as tourists in the rape resorts defile in exile with the pediophile the children of the world fleeing across Brazilian streets into the raggedy population growth that feeds the ongoing hunt for more in all the darkened hallways of religion as The Big One offers Love For Sale again . Yo more Love For Sale ……… come an’ get it ………. LOVE FOR SALE .
YEAH ! ……….. christian , white bread , all american Love For Sale …………. y’all cum’n git it now . Bang Bang motherfucker..
LOVE FOR SALE