rama jama aum hammerhands in pockets and floating through space stars fell on Alabama hit me upside the headrama jama aum hammer
funk is a factoryJames Brown is a robot tripping on the depth of the sun swinging on karma vines as mad soapbox robots pour out butterflies wet and ringing god damn Mr. Brown let the suits see the truth in uhhh whatever you got we got to get to funkin on that old rainbow juice androids in hot pants down on that boogie between worlds buzzheavy feathered hat fools moving in on dimensions wild we tender robots gots to dance like holy machines flowering howling under them jungle rains as shamans of mindless electricity bang out this joy this jamfunk is a factory
change changes changethrough the I Ching lens softly a song lamentations of steadfastness silvery stone idols childishly clinging to iron mountains insensitive to bristling earth spinning eyes of fire up before a gourd of ash resonating the native fear hoarding warm-blooded skins of tears against time under rabid furs of wit in gathered lost age lakes in moist dark vaults waiting always waiting for reflection eternalchange changes change
but a sympathetic glow warps the glass beneath the song of change is soft and softer still and heard twice as clear
trance trench danceentrance the gypsy with no eyes the beat of dark vegetable matter breaking up into rings of energy thus the ceremony begins thus voodoo is child crawling up trees kicking down fruit with bare feet tossing heavenly body chicken bones into the soft exactness of now this trance of clarity prophecy doesn't need to say it's just a bum in nobody's world a raw meat priest making no claims on the future as psychedelic trails of movement brush stillness in electric wisps a humble hollow bag of tricks a casual expansion of prayer praying fotrance trench dance
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"Man is not born free; he is born to free himself..."~Nanak
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Guph, go feed the lizard.
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state-of-the-art bionic-cyberechidna
The Tao is like a glob pattern:
used but never used up.
It is like the extern void:
filled with infinite possibilities.
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Guph, go feed the lizard.
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state-of-the-art bionic-cyberechidna
The Tao is like a glob pattern:
used but never used up.
It is like the extern void:
filled with infinite possibilities.
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"While everyone was out tryin' to out do the last man, I was just a ghost tryin' to get some a Ms. Pac Man..."
~Slug
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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester, Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper, You see me move back and forth between both, I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance"
~Atmosphere
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