Brimming with all the hopes and desires of American
Youth, he set forth as a leader of sorts.
Just what
Sorts it is impossible to say at this time.
But he had
The imaginary support he needed to venture beyond
The small environment he’d come to know as his
Home town.
Friends thought him foolish and felt free to
frequently tell him so.
Deep down they all felt envy.
Envious that he could muster, where they could not,
The courage that was necessary to embark beyond
The notion that survival was based upon the ability
To rise at seven a.m. five days a week.
He felt joy.
And well he should.
He was a “babe in
The woods” and a “kid in a candy store” all at the same time.
The world was his oyster and he planned
To shuck it, cover it with Tabasco, and slurp it down
His cake hole all within an “El Sobrante Fortnight”.
Definition of an “El Sobrante Fortnight” is yet to be determined.
But reliable sources say the time span is
Somewhere between two weeks and a decade.
Thanks Mags.
Blegh.
Nice lines tho, P.
Fuck it, less rap.
Fast like the Halley comet
Catch rabbits like Wallace and Gromitt
The time is upon it
Too many lost causes
The mind pauses
Pass me the benjamins
I’m in it for the parcels
Greedy mind, Greedy lawmen
Eat a pretty lady like a plate of ramen
Capitulating fast, can I get an Amen?
Habituated to the nether barmen
sayn?
Nice lyrics.
And dude seriously what do you imagine you’ve said, man… I can’t fathom.
That Bernie has no chance? Did anyone think he does?
You havent checked the whole field.
THERE IS INFORMATION THERE
Egh.
You seriously think I haven’t thought this through…?
Find a million dollars in a whores asshole
Stashed for a rainy day to overdose in Glasgow
This is starting to smell like a bet.
Well I’m betting Sanders isn’t the worst of our troubles.
Yeah I was thinking a bet yesterday already.
What’s the bet, that it will or won’t be a walk in the park?
Well, whatever the case it won’t seem like a walk in the park. And I guess cannot concievably be. But that it’s in the bag.
Yeah, hard to put terms on it. I was hoping I could get away with “that Trump wins it.”
Wut no. I’m not putting money against Trump.
In radically different terms than I, I do have to admit you are a political genious. First got me thinking about Trump. I do would like to know what you see.
But I know how that goes. The very revelation relies on political expediency.
Fuck it, I’m comfortable with the bet. The bet is that I subjectively will be able to acknowledge if I lost, and ditto from your side.
$500
“Find a million dollars in a whores asshole
Stashed for a rainy day to overdose in Glasgow”
Lol that’s fucking genious.
Maybe all this shit I’m on about now is just so I can dream of becoming a rap producer.
Hey kid, here’s $2000 and an apt. Stop fucking around and write me some lyrics, see you in the studio in a month.
More than ever.
As funny as this is to propose as terms it could work. But frankly I’m too on edge already about the impending plot to take pleasure in betting on it.
You got me thinking about Trump, but it was my own sharp as shit political genious that locked it in.
Namely, when I started to notice he was serious about avoiding WW3.
Well look, if you’re serious about that and want to put our two cents into the fray, I trust your on edge enough to do our part for the Trump.
Repost.
Got nothing to add.
Wish I could have worded that better, but that how it goes.
I wasn’t giving serious thought to it because i am seriously not concerned about it. But if you are, bears thinking.
Very clear though.
compliments go to les claypool, not me. he wrote that song for you.
Also dude this calendar of mine for Pluto, it is like, currenting. I am not kidding. Complete immeresion man.
im seriously going to say fuck the sixties.
What we are getting into. Dude.
Thank god we smoked a crossjoint before the shitstorm hit.