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Superplanetary
Dude,I crammed this for Superplanets!
Scrounging ideas from everywhere and pounding ears with collected affairs. Astounding so clear to dare, the sound I’m here to share is bouncing without fear in mid-air… …like ghetto-UFO’s on hydros!
Yeeeah, two-tone panel spaceships with spinning rims, yo! The new zone makes it hip winning on whims to show! Truly alone to sit on the throne. I escape from shit grinning to glow! Rockets blow, WHOA!
….to blast off, like Bernie Madoff with YOUR loans in HIS pockets to go! Whoops! I goofed, wasn’t supposed to let you know... …the proof… …of where we’re all being misused! This was supposed to just flow as prose to presuppose a joke. I didn’t expect anything past the jest to poke through, but I’ll just roll with it unglued:
With uberplans The Man matched it, with the superplanets, a trap they’ll hatch for us. So practice getting past… …trusting the vast… …arc of Patriarch’s dread march. More later on that part. And get fast with your hatchets!
Like the game stakes and my namesake of Noah blowing a flow like Volcano Krakatoa. I’ll show ya’ now, my part like Noah’s Ark: Those in charge? They’ll set sail without fear, and set US on the new Trail of Tears!
I am not fucking with you here. Stand up! And man to running without luck! And gunning without such fear! Try to catch up and match this: Off the shelf you can steer yourself and mirror internal wealth. Or just peer at the shear cards you were dealt and be someone ELSE’s wealth… …as longhorn steer. Belonging on a dinner plate I fear. Like the scheming rage of FEMA cages I’m lean on being set for plans into a sardine can.
Christian Coalition tells me to beware of boiling sea prophecies? I’d rather be wary of something far more likely to carry, than boiling seas. Like Soylent Green. Oily scene. Greasy palms, ease the wrongs, sell your seeds for a song.
1%’ers will want to censor this tome. “Oh, we’d never do that to our own. What did you make of me? A supporter of slavery?” Sure. You’d never handle that force, like the TransAtlantic Course, your angles and plans aren’t porous!
Shrug off the shoulders, like when Bob Marley bugged and told ya about Buffalo Soldiers. Scared within of victories in American history always bewaring what victims come for free. Converted by bolder decisions into soldier’s missions. When young I had a hunger when older I started to see the mold for sure, what no one told me. About pardoning the core of social disease by sending cordoned minorities into the Army. Sore with the scores that fell discord instead of harmony, but funneled into Hell like the fun sound of those running to drown in a wishing well.
Patriotism has its patriots staking their lives on such decisions? Uh, fuck no, that simple vision never gelled. How many Congressmen have their children in infantry divisions, can anyone tell? (ZERO, by the way) Not poor enough to be used to for war to rust as well. It’s not just prattling fear.
Lambs of the Lord can stand the sword. If we can’t cull the herd one way, there’s a full disturbed fray just waiting in store. That’s what humans to them are for.
Cattle wherever it appears. I can’t be having that! Not while I’m mobbing this and even when I fell, I was never bespelled to sell that to ANY audience. Nobody should get robbed so dense. Listen to this scat to get past:
Get fast with your hatchets. The 1% can’t stand to manage it, so they’re leaving the planet! It’s not a verbal hoop I crammed in this, it’s my view of the superplanets. Shoot for the universe. NASA discovered 16 SuperEarths. My blooming curse says they’re set to zoom and disperse… …if you don’t expect that conquest is the best they can dream up yet? That they aspire to EVERYTHING they desire, EMPIRES are the higher station to justify emperialist invasion. If you’re sore with this spree, ask ANY minority of their history and see where victory always came complete with defeat, and replacement.
Scrounging ideas from everywhere and pounding ears with collected affairs. Astounding so clear to dare, the sound I’m here to share is bouncing without fear in mid-air… …like ghetto-UFO’s on hydros!
Yeeeah, two-tone panel spaceships with spinning rims, yo! The new zone makes it hip winning on whims to show! Truly alone to sit on the throne. I escape from shit grinning to glow! Rockets blow, WHOA!
….to blast off, like Bernie Madoff with YOUR loans in HIS pockets to go! Whoops! I goofed, wasn’t supposed to let you know... …the proof… …of where we’re all being misused! This was supposed to just flow as prose to presuppose a joke. I didn’t expect anything past the jest to poke through, but I’ll just roll with it unglued:
With uberplans The Man matched it, with the superplanets, a trap they’ll hatch for us. So practice getting past… …trusting the vast… …arc of Patriarch’s dread march. More later on that part. And get fast with your hatchets!
Like the game stakes and my namesake of Noah blowing a flow like Volcano Krakatoa. I’ll show ya’ now, my part like Noah’s Ark: Those in charge? They’ll set sail without fear, and set US on the new Trail of Tears!
I am not fucking with you here. Stand up! And man to running without luck! And gunning without such fear! Try to catch up and match this: Off the shelf you can steer yourself and mirror internal wealth. Or just peer at the shear cards you were dealt and be someone ELSE’s wealth… …as longhorn steer. Belonging on a dinner plate I fear. Like the scheming rage of FEMA cages I’m lean on being set for plans into a sardine can.
Christian Coalition tells me to beware of boiling sea prophecies? I’d rather be wary of something far more likely to carry, than boiling seas. Like Soylent Green. Oily scene. Greasy palms, ease the wrongs, sell your seeds for a song.
1%’ers will want to censor this tome. “Oh, we’d never do that to our own. What did you make of me? A supporter of slavery?” Sure. You’d never handle that force, like the TransAtlantic Course, your angles and plans aren’t porous!
Shrug off the shoulders, like when Bob Marley bugged and told ya about Buffalo Soldiers. Scared within of victories in American history always bewaring what victims come for free. Converted by bolder decisions into soldier’s missions. When young I had a hunger when older I started to see the mold for sure, what no one told me. About pardoning the core of social disease by sending cordoned minorities into the Army. Sore with the scores that fell discord instead of harmony, but funneled into Hell like the fun sound of those running to drown in a wishing well.
Patriotism has its patriots staking their lives on such decisions? Uh, fuck no, that simple vision never gelled. How many Congressmen have their children in infantry divisions, can anyone tell? (ZERO, by the way) Not poor enough to be used to for war to rust as well. It’s not just prattling fear.
Lambs of the Lord can stand the sword. If we can’t cull the herd one way, there’s a full disturbed fray just waiting in store. That’s what humans to them are for.
Cattle wherever it appears. I can’t be having that! Not while I’m mobbing this and even when I fell, I was never bespelled to sell that to ANY audience. Nobody should get robbed so dense. Listen to this scat to get past:
Get fast with your hatchets. The 1% can’t stand to manage it, so they’re leaving the planet! It’s not a verbal hoop I crammed in this, it’s my view of the superplanets. Shoot for the universe. NASA discovered 16 SuperEarths. My blooming curse says they’re set to zoom and disperse… …if you don’t expect that conquest is the best they can dream up yet? That they aspire to EVERYTHING they desire, EMPIRES are the higher station to justify emperialist invasion. If you’re sore with this spree, ask ANY minority of their history and see where victory always came complete with defeat, and replacement.
Published 5th Nov 2012
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