Wake me outta the bad dream! I don't believe in nightmares! A cute cheek dimple for my dapper, like papa paraphrase the rapper. Paramentalism, above mentalism. The schism from prison, out from down below and so up above, present the soul prism that out's the poison. There are no worries as these words will be written in stone, I was always stoned when I came up with these new phrases, to come out of the mazes, out of the hazes. Now I don't need to open the door anymore. Not to feel bad for my own self, no picking scabs that land people into rehab.
They lived the dream alright, till they screamed when they ran out of ice cream. The milk has expired now, a year old, turned black, icky, yucky, so screw it don't f%ck it stay ducky! I will not be subject to public humiliation via intimidation. I manned my station. Every time is something to learn. Reach the end of the one streak street to get the next phase, new way of walking talking, inventing a new dance and beat. More than one way to skin a cat, duck f*ck, no animal cruelty, well first we must learn to de-domesticate ourselves thoroughly! Become a horse whisperer to yourself! That wisp of air in your ear poetry.
What has come up is domestication, and reaction. The oppression and resentment go hand in hand and hold us down. We must not be robbed of our language and stay held down. The time is ripe and right for words as weapons if they commit political actions on conceptual reality. The plastic living the dream by stripping away other's means is over! The so called new old ways are done, it's time for the neo hippy revolution! No more protest propaganda head pollution.