• Finding Blake dead
    And in The Greenhouse...

    Legacy
    Can't stop
    Me
    And Tania getting married
    Might hurt
    A bit
    But in the longrun
    Its all part of Gods plan
    And on that day
    Blakey
    Didnt see
    Me
    Comin' nor goin
    Nuthin was showin
    No warnings
    He thought he was gonna be
    Or already
    Was
    Some big hot shit shot
    Change the world
    Yet
    Marry a girl too
    And have a kid
    So normal
    But i made sure
    Each day
    When she turned onto her street
    She would see my name
    By God
    Lit up in fame and near Sepulveda tame 
    Yet
    Down
    In flames....and spoiler alert; the ariola and all controlled by Geffen and Motolla ...and Luke Skywalker too ...a mere movie  some pathetic liberal masturbated out.... yes ...probably stole it all from some little unknown conservative bathed in preservative... trying to cure with raw garlic but only odor and farts emerge and on display...the cancer...it doesnt go away...and prayers to Gods who betray... yes
    Blake sits all alone...
    And raises the barrel
    He knows hes just another
    Thief
    All stolen
    From me
    Yet he does not know my name
    Or does he?
    But i know that God knows
    And the devil too
    And another Elon
    One million years
    From now...and through and through...
    They run it
    Again and again
    And its always the same
    And small as a mouse
    And Blake always
    Ends up dead
    And in
    A greenhouse...
    And i look back
    And i see all
    The glitches
    Wrymes with
    Mitch's
    At the conclusion
    Of that Perot sticker chase...and on Election day...
    He gave it all away..
    And i barely knew him
    But he knew i must be stopped
    But there aint no stoppin
    For i always got it poppin
    Superior in Poem
    And muse
    Not that pesky little
    Louse
    They all claim
    But a robot pure
    Gleaming supreme
    And she wore
    A nice red
    Blouse
    And blake
    Ended up dead
    And all the same
    And in
    The
    Greenhouse.........        Part 2 ; "The Rose"....
    And here come
    The men in black
    With their questions 
    "Who are you working with?
    And
    What do you know
    And
    What did you see
    And
    When did you see it
    And
    How did you do this?
    And i told them
    All i did was buy a fish tank
    Aquarium
    And all the little
    Fishies
    They better worshop
    Me
    Or else...!!!!!!
    And they keep signing
    Those
    3 piece bands
    Again
    And again
    And trying so hard
    To get
    At ME
    and make me 
    Give up
    Make me quit
    And or spill the beans
    But Blake is still dead
    And
    Nonetheless
    And i spot a beautiful white horse
    And tania got a divorce
    While Cindy gets pregnant
    So in panic
    She must come
    To 251
    And visit me
    She parks on the corner
    Her childish sticker
    Is half gone
    And faded
    Bummer
    We never
    Dated...
    But the drugstore screams my name
    To any and all
    Who drive by
    Some get this matrix
    And some just die
    Never knowing
    Never spotting the glitches
    As do i
    I saw her
    Little white car there
    And i cower away
    And drive down to Hermosa instead
    And i might as well
    Be dead
    And on this beautiful day
    1987
    Heaven
    Or hell
    And its all the same
    So fucking lame
    Round and round
    We go Groundhog day
    And God just laughs
    And theres always this rumor
    He only loves and forgives those
    With
    That sense of humor
    And
    Oscar nudges me violent desperately
    Trying
    To wake me up 
    But it does little use
    My muse
    Is revenge
    Now
    Justice depends
    Now
    I have few
    Friends now
    And i dont even care
    You just stare
    I write so good it shakes the air
    Rattles the screen
    And blows up
    Like a 911 call
    A haunted
    Doll
    And a huge war
    In Iran
    All started by me
    And my tense and angry
    Explosive
    Energy...and thats why those few wise spot me and try to throw the book...but all they got is lies....and her thies  look you in the eyes...and cut you down to size...and you think you're havin fun or in crypto they call it funge but it was ME who invented Grunge...and lying on my back the only happy hack is sinning badly magazine reliving a violent rape scene try to pray try to hide....break on through to the other side content that they were cruel now happy to be the fool ...and where i and or you...can do ...  anything.... and a word to the wise ... and all the A & R ; Peace on Earth from all the battle cries...
    And Craig gets cancer and dies
    He dared
    To tell lies
    About me...but and
    The long arm of the Law
    Is coming too
    For thee
    All controlled by me
    For i
    And i alone
    Am the only one
    Here
    Alive
    Not any
    Of
    You !
    So important
    Is I
    James tries to insult
    It gets a limited result
    And i am gone
    Barely
    Remembered
    At all
    In
    Reality...
    But a huge Star
    To me
    Myself
    And i....
    And the Men in black just laugh
    Dont bother
    To arrest
    Or anything
    Nowhere
    Is
    My
    Name....  and Love is just a flower and it strikes that lonely pose...the repose....the Rose...
    Yes...
    This is all
    Just
    A simulation 
    That i dreamed up
    One day
    Was it 1977
    Or 1967
    Soaked in acid
    Youre all placid
    Vapid
    But its all about me
    I am
    Interesting you
    See....AND 
    In a World Gone Mad
    You all worshop
    ME
    Not  Christ
    Not Satan
    666
    Nor the God
    Or government
    All of your minds
    Are
    For
    RENT....
    And i dream
    Of buying a house
    Mortgage
    And with a little white pet mouse
    That i can feed to a snake like Mitch
    Or maybe Perot
    A faded sticker now
    And its so windy
    And much like 
    Cindy...
    A beautiful  day
    But its all infected
    By this one huge louse 
    And Blake
    Just stays lying dead
    And
    In the Greenhouse 
    And we all are
    Our own
    Parasite 
    An empathy graveyard
    Where
    There is no sanctuary
    No sanctuary
    No sanctuary
    Logan...
    The God put us all here
    With evil
    And a game
    We must survive....a test and with a lower case T...
    Some smile and thrive
    But they are
    The good looking
    And or tall
    They rule it all
    Or just
    The dumb and happy
    Or the lucky
    And or
    The strong.....The Rose......
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