nI come from the center of the earthnin the language of after death and before birth.nThe man with the nuclear wallet in his back pocketncame closer to Utopia than the supposed 30 billionninhabitants on Planet Earth circa 1939 when 26 billionnnon-Jews died in an “EAT MY HOLACAUST”nwhen he put it all on red one metaphysical night innVegas and it came up blacker than the ass of jadenearrings worn by the princess of Phnom Penh whilenthe court practiced slam-dunkin' Portuguese generals'ncolonial skulls into canopic jars made from kabbalisticnurns in Bombay by the Zoroastrian diasporadics whonbecame porcelain emperors from the profits of home-grownnEarl Moghal tea which was made if you may wonder fromnthe tender stalks of famous comedians' scalps because thenIroquois tribe didn't take to hell the notion that piracy wasnat its peak in the early 20th Century off Long Island,nsounding all too coincidentally similar to an oldnRichard Harris ballad, cracking on a 78 phono playernin the droop bend of the Red leather pantheon bar.nSince the year 2323 will be the year of the future thenpast isn't what it's going to be for all Sinhalesenclarinet blowers hopped up on amyl nitrate gang-rapin'nthe highway from hell to breakfast at the speed ofnvomiting diamonds or forever hold your peace trainsnO.J. Love Boat Breakfast Chariots of mired in the mudnautobiographically speaking how the shit has no damento call and say I drug you for the association if thenenhancement of mallard rubles, cube steak also has a visionnof Siamese phlegm bouncing into limos from SalvationnArmy Christmas bells autographed by Hans MuslimnAndersen. While the balloon full of money floats everncloser to the outwretched palm trees dripping withntabasco floss between your thief and a card face….nThe Jack of Plutonium to be precise is towards thatnelusive garlic bulb necklace around Fela Lugosi'snRichard Speckled murder scarf up the feces split intonthrough the capital of Lemuria is Antarctica City withna primate marsupial population of minus 100 belownSpiro Agnew of Copperopolis wheel of torture famencatapulted his thyroid blandly upon the ruler of the WongnDynasty, but Monty Hall wasn't pleased with Pat hijackingnthat Vanna-American flight to the pituitary gland of Max'snConvenience Market or to end-all obtusity radio marti-nMcGraw due to the lion of Zimbabwe being the only blacknRussian on the planet, skirt around the muletide,nspruce up your glass colon, where a mere comma doesn'tnstop the bleeding, for an appointment please squat innthe street. Quit your grinnin' or drop your linennbecause the friends at channel eight are watchingnWestinghouse watch you are the church, I am thensteeple open it up and see all the people fightingnwith margarine moustaches and machete-wielding Moors,nwho if victorious at the Battle of Tours would've setnup a bowling alley in Amsterdam where the freshlynbeheaded faces would knock down freshly pruned legs,ncut above the kneecaps, STRIKE. Three little figs arenmine, I eat them all the time, to feel the things Inshouldn't, and to flap the wings I couldn't. Do younunderstand rhythm as it's crawling along your spine?nCan you drink Burmese-produced champagne as a dead-againnChristian falls from the sky? It's rainin' Satan. Donyou understand granite as you grab it with your rightnhand cuz you fucked up tryin' to fly? If you werena hundred monkeys all rolled into one would you cutnyour giant tail off or sweep through Wall Street? Cranknyour soul up about six notches where the sun becomesnyour tongue. Don't forget to leave me out of yournmemory, I've had enough of your thoughtless dung.nThunder of wit, tall, etcetera. I ran over my preachernin my Buick Elektra cuz God came down and he talked to menand opened the gates to set me free and I stain thenland from sea to shining sea and there once was a mannin a bucket, so God put a straw in to suck it, butnthere also was someone who kicked the bucket and livednto tell God to go FUCK IT. If you can comprehendnpolyrythmic murder to the tune of ignorance is bliss,nyou know there will never be a critic who willnever be qualified to critique this.