the horizon is sci fi cash machine doom vision
we are holding it down its a lotto process

holy arrival sober departure.

i ran around the empty underpass like a hyena

the state of water is where you find lucky coi fish
in a minnow pond
you sell the coi the next hour because they grew like a sphinx
and upon return the minnow pond is found out
to be 
empty & full of triAdic spaces in between
the shades of greys and blues and rhinestone greens
there was a certain candlestick in the era of Exponential Happenings
it was called media which is a gargled manifestation of Medea,
daughter of envy & undulating power, femme death-power. 
who goes blind in the face of politiks
momma imma gonna, imma gon down south
all my worries these days blowing down from the north
 

i'm filled like a bucket and i know what i mean

i know how it ends , i know what i mean.