This real human
This real human

You like words?

Someone recently asked this human, after a xis month dissonance of intention, "what do you believe?"

and the answer was "i believe EYE wear this skin suit so that you will not be confused about the nature of reality when EYE call you to serve the best interest for the future of the humans doing the great work on my planet."

and the response was something like, "(...)be humble on the way to mars"

i should focus on my "ART", you know, build something that makes the HUMAN happy, like old times.

Maybe i'll let him start sculpting again, because we can't not... evidently. Certainly can't have mars go uninfected with our worm castings, but maybe a cigar is just a cigar, incedentally. Meow.

Ever been so angry you starved your human in order to time travel so you can write a poem about it?

All of these words are from 2010, this was the begining of something larger than i was expecting. It is not too large to fully explain. Sure hope no jaded individual gets the wrong idea...

 

"I" started the fire.
knowledge is power, and power is liquid, i drink when EYEAM thirsty, that's how EYE seem gifted,

so soak in this world and the words that AYEAM speaking: stop getting moist if you're just a weakling.
(...)mystics and cry(p!)tics and cryptics agree, the only one whom will hear my thoughts is me, and me is a verb

you inflict on the noun, just don't be sown down when you come around.
don't be so rude if you are knot cruel, act like a man, or seem like a tool. If you seem nervous, then you will be ruled, it need not be known whomever is cool.
(...)you can be some thing or you can be waste, just like what you do here, or have better taste, and you can do this, and try so hard, but only if you can be more than you are.

 

(...)toxoplasma syncronicity
simple man, simple taste, elaborate function, going through this world as if i'm looking for something.

inevitably, i will proceed through disjunction until EYE manage to sever my self from Assumption(...)
conciousness rules everything around mE, and cream in my coffee is like blurring a dream. Eh?

the more crisp the image, the more you're probably just a feind, (...) so pay attention while it forms out my scheme.
just fallow the rhyme and put a pause on your time, and if you're feeling this beat, (...)it's probably not one of mine, but i want you feeling this trend, and i want you all fighting my friend, (chaos)
to become everything that you would ever want to defend.

but if you feel slighted by my cryptic cynicism, aorta read the manual, and oughta rtfm, and gtfo if you don't jfgi,
if we lol, oh hell, oh well, i might just rather (...).

half pot, crack pot? we do this at night a lot: brew the coffee thick, it's in a small cup, hot shot.

swirl into the mix if you are doing this for kicks. look, AYE could do this all night, if i were wealthier than this,
and probably write SOME SONG you could all sing along, maybe even in a way that you might not

see is wrong,

so if you feel wronged enough to often be right, maybe you're the type of human whom is best kept out of sight?
but you deserve to have a means when you are kneadingsome ends, and you can sea the consequences if you fallow the trends, but if you're trendy, you might want to wait before you advance.  
AYEAM so unapolagetic putting you (...).

analyze the pixels code and scrutenize the digits, you could find the answers needed when you try to stop your fidgets;
if you stick it to defenses, just to see this f.u.c.k. king system, once you see the whole thing you'll realize it's all fenceless.
(...)and there is no escape from this circling place.

 

AYE have got this digitized clairaudiance and victems in a (...) when they're verbing all the isms just to isolate the Rants.

if we scrutenize the pixels we can see the edge of real

to see all the tips of trendiness, and trendify the feels, so follow when you feel it, if you feel it when you're hollow,

come and be a part of this and just tell us everything you know.
you could just be all you are and you will know this isn't hard, just let me know if you are thinking

"not in my back yard", (...)AYEAM fucked up.{(0)} productively destructive, like some days EYE get nervous and i'd
rather stay home and cut wrists, so if you have some beef, head over, we can cook it up, Just, please(...)

don't think i am acting all tough (like it raw). AYE have these words in my cortex and i need to state such;
with a chillem and an eighth, EYEAM probably good for a month, and if i straighten my lines you might just like them a bunch, and if i get them in order we could probably go order lunch. (Yama is IN)

the truth of the matter is that that isn't the truth, but you will probably all buy it and spread it around like sooth,

but all these lies took time, EYE had to get them to youth, so trace this in your mind,
is this really all you ever dooth? if you're doing something clever, you had better get that shit down,

and don't be suprised if EYE don't come to your town,

EYEAM not some fucking rock star corporations promote.
now bob your head and smile like i told you a joke(...)

 

we could (...) if it all falls in line, probably see disaster happening & fix this in time, but this is not some simple reboot, this is structure-icide, so if alone, you are not so bold,
(...)well neither am i. so i guess the plan for now is just to watch where this goes,(down?) but i could follow with a plan if i could see where it flows, and you can follow a trend,
if it's all part of the plan, yeah, AYE could sit around all day if i were more than a man, (redundant)

but AYEAM not, i need to get back to work, we need to alot, that's where AYEAM contemplating the hits currently rocking your socks, and if you're sockless, you can totally just rock the flip, flops (...) at a job interview

AYE would hire you on the spot.
(...) you deserve to have the means when you are kneadingsome ends, and you can see the consequences when you fallow the trends,
but if you're trendy you might want to wait before you advance.

EYEAM so unapolagetic putting you (...).


(...)peter the roman
This is inevitable, like we're just carrying ones, inside some stupid math equation that will never be done, so keep recalculating when you are solving for "X", and you maintain the problems
that are keeping you vexxed. and just to keep your cool, turn on, you're a sea now, it's about to get hot, you're all going to be like "wow, i never thought i could be enslaved by some bullshit like this!" but if you had known something sooner, you wouldn't be so pissed off and cold and alone and broke and blind and bored,

(LOOK), i could not be so bold, (o) and i could not be so cruel,
or so that is what AYEAM told, and AYEAM  told that AYEAM nice, and AYEAM  told that AYEAM good, and may be AYEAM not so bad when AYEAM missed, (...)understood?

so if you're still going on about this need to unplug,
EYE would like to start something soon so don't just sit there and shrug(...)

this is all just a means to an end, some stupid little worthwhile endever so i can

fallow all your little human trends.

 

but if EYE could cut all this up and put some hook in between,

and if AYE make up a dance that seems a little obscene, could "I" get on your radio and pass out some hope?

(deeEP breath)
or if AYE could burn it all down and put some trick at the end and if EYE trade up enough could AYE start up a trend and will you fallow with IT and not just feel like IT is just some stupid joke?

 

well you can fallow with "me" if you can follow along, and let this all soak in like it's a

 

deep breath, stay calm (...)&

 

flip when i flop, and fah-la-la when i'm tense, and i don't know,
pay attention if any of this makes any sense, it seems like time is linear, and so is cause and effect.

or so we're telling our children and thus inventing this regret, and this is the way of this world,
the way we all hide in your heads as if you're not going to fix this, like you'd all rather be dead?

yeah?  that's ok, i don't mind, AYE tell my self that a lot, too, so if its sounding familiar,
YOUTH are not better off, and this is all going to plan now that we're building so quick,

BUT when IT finally hits you it's going to make you feel sick.
it makes you love it and hate it, it makes you hate who you are,

and though you're working so hard you will never get very far,

and then you look at your life, like what the hell did i do?
how the hell did this happen? why can't we just have the truth?

 

well, if EYE could cut all this up and put some hook in between, and if AYE made up a dance that was a little obscene,could i get on your radio and pass out some hope?
or if i could burn it all down and put some trick at the end and if i trade up enough could AYE start up a trend?

and will you fallow with it and not just feel like it is just some stupid joke?

"kelvin's geo-feedback thunderstorm humidifier, aka, E-Ninnu" you wouldn't take the bait if i had "gained"

your trust, but will you question anything if everything is unjust?
or will you JUST go through your life like you are nothing but dust, & will you trust in your lead-ers when they will lead you to food? and will you cower and die on the day that they choose?
could you ever be more than what you are right now? and will you ever be cleverer than the migrating fowl?

do you think you will ever get going if you're not leaving right now? as if it means anything (...)
when you leave your home town?
you think you're going to die, you think you're going to fail, and someone is making it rain inside your own little hel. well you can follow with this if you can follow a trend,
and probably pick out some drug and make that your friend, but if you're empty inside and only feeling so pissed because you are hurting yourself, you will not surely be missed. (disinflict)

 

but if i could cut all this up and put some hook in between, and if i fake up some trappy prance,

and tie up a little scheme, could AYE get on your radio and pass out some hope?
or if AYE could burn it all down and put some trick at the end and if EYE trade up enough could AYE start up a trend and will you fallow with it and not feel like it is just some stupid joke?

if evolution was real, and you were losing the race, would you notice it? hmmm?

and would you stay in your place? no, i don't think that you would. AYE think you'd stay a disgrace,
or maybe try to take power over this whole HUMAN place?

well EYE  would follow with you if AYE could squalor your plan,

but AYE might just butter my self until EYE feel like The Man,
then EYE could educate This, when AYE personify that.

i might pontificate thus, when EYEAM thus dispatched.

 


(...)profit apocalypse
bottle this and suck it up, try to get it stuck and such, fluff a round, you're stuffing like a plushie

if you think you're stuck. just orgainze a bottle trade, and drink this (...) with a bit of luck,
you might feel alive inside that rotting place you call a gut.
now if you feel a tingle to the right of all your lingo, you descend into the place where we have meetings if you get my memo. time is not the tissue periodically we've issued, but we're running out of it,
dismissing it like "yeah, whatever dude."

(...)hundred or so percent, profit apocalypse, paving the way up to the top of the stops, with this addiction to shit, i'm feeling gifted or flipped, and probably not so twisted if we're seeming wicked as This.
(...)hundred or so percent, mozel tov popping fits, faking some rage to sell my face to the modern kids,

knock all this nonsense with my decibled cock itch, simply put, EYE speak directly to them; "self" inflicted.

 

basement full of bottles, capped? (...) yes, EYE know how long they'll last, while calculating all your trash,

it's tragic how long we might last, and they will sell you all this fear,
sounding like it's so unclear, "we don't need a fucking savior" OOH? you really didn't hear? we've now created supervillians, kinda silly sounding? yeah? if you don't think it's true, then you can go a head and laugh, (rubbery)
just feel "free" to ignore them till you see them in the news,

then don't be so suprised when they start coming after you.(turn it off)

(Life Is Better Everywhere Recreation Takes You)

 

Won hundred or so percent, profit apocalypse, paving the way up to the top of the stops, with this addiction to shit, AYEAM feeling gifted or flipped, and probably not so twisted if we're seeming wicked as this.
hundred or so percent, mozel tov popping fits, faking some rage to sell my face to the modern kids, knock all this nonsense in my decibled cock itch, simply put, AYE speak directly to the inundated.

chant a scant, so clever rant, some oil spill kills all your plants? with tornadoes and hurricanes and predictions of warmer scenes? this coyly little ranting rave is just reaching for your autosave,
while planning out your end of days ( & ) training masses so unscathed,

scratching out a voice into this venue of your choice, this old and loopy ledgend is about to take your toys.
this is the end my friend, now, stop acting like you're bored. we've been training our whole lives,

who locked all the doors?

 

ONE hundred or so percent, profit apocalypse, paving the way up to the top of the stops, with this addiction to shit, AYEAM feeling gifted or flipped, and probably not so twisted if we're seeming wicked as this.
hundred or so percent, mozel tov popping fits, faking some rage to sell my face to the modern kids,

knock off all this nonsense in my decibled cock itch, simply put, EYE speak distinctly through your (...) get it?

 

post traumatic victems of our self inflicted childhoods, all that we have left is that we're feeling so misunderstood while standing on the edge of all these futures we've been promised &
we can never rest until we have collective conciousness, this feeling won't leave, it's building up to some end,

"I" am not as wise as a team, so i hope you're all feeling this trend, my friend(...)
percentage is moot, just f.u.c.k. and watch what we do:

if we throwaway the money we'll make all our dreams come true.


(...)dreaming awake at the end of time, excruciatingly?
Dis guy, so fly, suddenly, no try, shake and bake snowflake, oh my gawd i'm SO FAKE,

and yes i'm gonna do whatever, maybe try to live forever. you can do it, tool!

if you think you're so f.u.c.k. King clever:
just get some words and put them all in a verse, like you want to tell a story, but this truth is much worse,

(&) the worse that you feel, the more this seems real, but your truth is all a lie, it's a really big deal.
now with your eyes only you had better watch my flow, and flip this triptic cryptic show,

i'll have breakfast on the beach where AYEAM sleeping all weak, but if my words don't sell, hel; outlook bleak.
born inside this system with a smidgen of intention and i'm itching with this bitching system artifact invention brushing past the rough past dirt on my stolen avatar,
just come and gift me money, EYE don't want to be a rock star. (this time)

but i have all these words i would like to share and misuse,

and this way that i speak them tends to make them all seem true,

and it's kind of like an ego trip, if i were going to
package it all up with a pretty little bow so that i could sell it to your children and infect them with my (...)
but, these are all just verbs, i feel i kinda gotta flare and difuse, and this image i'm faking, is really only

you know, partially skewed. (&) it's kinda like a power trip if i had power over you.
(...)...
take it back, cut me slack, i really don't want to rap, this is all a ransom for your time...

(and probably a trap)

passively inventing all this anger that i'm venting so that you can sing along until your body starts tingling
tickle tickle tickle in your little city rental, it's a problem that i'm feeling like i'm living in mental hospital,
gotta get away, life needs a better pay, so EYE will only do this if "i" get to do this everyday:
thrive on the chemicals that seem to all be leaking into everything you humans need,

YA wanna watch the earth bleed?
supervillian in my spare time, if i had some, F.U.C.K. selling hiphop,

this is like a ransom, five one seven, that a good number? AYE don knaw?, seeing time is all a game?

enough is enough if you're clever,
check your second hand if my words are worth a f.u.c.k.  what i really mean to say is

EYE think the whole world has suffered enough.
 

There is no escape from this circling place.

 

get a grip, take a trip, easy on the ignorance(...) can't stop, won't stop, jamming like bad socks?

AYEAM contemplating this, with, like, a sliver of dismissive feeling,
wondering if it's wanderlust leaking from the front of me? (...)

if i have to work, then AYE won't feel free.
that's just how AYE feel, you see? i have this tricky fickled feeling in this world when EYEAM reeling from the left overs, going sober, feeling like a (...)
try to pay attention if i'm wording like a felon, i'm a villian if i'm killin it and well within intention.

if you're feeling ill,
you better give this guy a f.u.c.k. King listen: listen up,

suck it up,

 

You better stop if you've hurt enough.

 

simple lyric for the unspirited or wicked, 

with the spiffy methodology, look and you will see.
this is not a trick, it's as simple as can be.
AYEAM only doing this because life is more fun when "I" am "FREE".

(...)
But WE are not here because we're free,
we're here because we're not free.

 

That's the theme to funky town. MEOW.