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a giant brick building, only bricks, no windows, floating. you see the sky around the brick building and i see your eyes. i see the tears and they come easily because this process is endless and the sanity and sanctity of marriage are all spread out like wonderbread and the world is full of "nigger and monkey"* and i'm supposed to be happy.
i'm happy working on my happiness project, the project(')s helping me feel happy of violence and peace and freedom and empty wastelands and watershed moments in the simplicity of time and space. einstein and beaches and fortunes wasted. lost. perished. fortunate to have lost everything and left on that island, the one on the cd, that island all alone with a coconut.
black president does not equal the end of racism. sickness, hate, full of greasy American french fries. go bowling. watch the Golden State Warriors. Listen to KATY PERRY. fireshoot. home purchase. ouches and slouches and couches, what couches? how will the couches? where is the income? run? my job! run! fortunate to love in the time of yoga and obama** fortunate to love in the time of robotics and art.
splice jeans, make a scene. the path is endless and my family is just the beginning. HOPE. PRAY. LOVE and shit on books.
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the brick building is all brick, floating. you see the sky behind and around the building. you see COULDS. fortune runs away with your sister in law, catch her cat. bounce bounce bounce.
"Fuck All Y'All."*** register the sadness that is underneath the hate? where is this lion of Judah or the parents of Eli. you take your prophecy to the bank and awake with a letter in the mail. ah for the days of letters in the mail until you get one more than one too many and you just begin to automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters (i'm using copy and paste), automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters, automatically recycle the letters (it's easy).
stretch. don't be fat. play guitar. be rock star. hold yourself accountable on the lynching rope. neck snaps and America goes down further than you think into brown earth and Costa Rican volcanoes. you can see and cuban cigars and HOPE and the smoke. but i'm all about the repetition, soak your dog in the warm bath of youth and watch him grow old and sad and cry but the ducts are dry. next world war over water.what of the youth and van jones. do we fight or do we compromise. is there any next generation. is there a surface that isn't owned by microsoft. micro soft. soft micro. soft microwaves, waves of prophecy is the name of my new band, my new song, my new book, my new movement. my new movement is for sale.
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the red brick building with no windows is floating. it is made up bricks, the red people and the blue people, but it is a red brick building. it is all of us. monolith. it is crumbling, breaking apart splitting down the middle. shocked what is coming out?! jesus, could it be god or irony or Mitt fucking Romney! could it be Mitt in person! could it be the great uniter?!!! 3514385-32948579384057198475-974303529348571-94587102945871-923-4857023948571092457-148570193485720935478 that is your license to use the soft microwaves to read the solution to the binary struggle. black vs. white over easy.
jump the gun. the brick building is still falling apart and the love, i can't find the love, of the brick building. monolith. falling apart, and in the falling apart and breaking, the pieces of brick are you and I and we are one nation under god, or maybe above god, definitely over god. the solutions! there are now 20 women senators!!! rejoice!!!! but don't jump the gun in haste. hate has no place here. the monolith is terrifying! are we not one! where are we! 12341234123412341234123412341234123412341234123412341234 i typed those myself.
with a profound happiness to be back in the saddle,
Anthony
*idea sadly belongs to thousands of twitter posts just after President Barack Obama was re-elected
**idea belongs to Alex Gideon
***idea belongs to Tupac
Ben Howard "Old Pine"
