Knot The Fake Flake Flail Fail, Wail Out To The Whales In Underwater Tales Where I Grew My Tail.

The culture clash crumbles and rumbles, dare to fumble or okay with a bumble!? The blunder munder blender out of danger, are we still to act just like a stranger while life seems to get stranger? Taking a dip in the gossip pit eh? now to slip and spit and slop and flop around. The false pretence, false flag, false drag, still I could show you a generic complaint of bluster to your wonder.

The campy copies an act out about trying wishing to get riled up over something, anything. No wonder trapped in the head, is there dread? Am I too asleep to get fed, out of the deadening. All the boring movies and shows, like there is nothing out there for me. When will they all stop buying this rotten stuff? The soda drinks, the pop culture, the disgust Disneyfication of being. Buy and sell to keep in your hell. I would even rebel against these rebels calling them self Anarchist, they still worship Capitalism like rats in a cage. This apocalyptic foolery I can never believe. This industrial disease does not support our well being.

All the runawayers the sideliners, even though there is no escape, I say might as well stay to face it, a snip of solitude could help retrace. Change the chains to a re-write, second look beyond second guess, redress this mess of foilery. The foliage of the voyage where they are falling down hurting, screaming for help, yet if you did they would pull you down and consume you. Acknowledge and march on as an earth walker to go farther. Can't fix the mess, change into the law of nature with a more prolific knowledge. The connection subtle yet beyond all muddle or fiddle fuddle. Got to a political overkill beyond the sensationalists shrill thrill. My low lone tone goes to bone to a higher frequency when in chorus with others who have known and properly trained their inner beast. Be a horse whisper to yourself, not just other animals.