Everything that you ever thought you conceived
is a branch slowly bending from the world's oldest tree.
Intention matters not to an action perceived;
I just try to scrape by with what I can and
fuck the means.

I've been drinking coffee and watching the Incredible Hulk all morning
so I'm all jacked up and ready to attack in an instant.
In Hong Kong people hold glances for too long.
It's my job to clench my teeth and lash out at all irrational complex figures.
In fine hand print, the wave bent,
the moment I gripped the sand in handfuls and crushed steps.
The longest human stride since the labyrinth.
Escaping the void's never been harder
the minotaur takes a cigarette break and I pass by.

You can't make slaughter without a little bit of laughter.
I fucked up!
The gates to the church are all mangled, entangled with leafy knots
the size of hamburgers.
No saving me I'm grizzled yr chiseled jaw will not matter
neither will your flattery...
When chemically my body alters your depth perception
with handfuls of strong smuggled drugs I can't fathom.
Enter the chasm.
Feel along the walls blindly and spite me -
the scarab - bottles of bent fall
and I swear I will kill again.
This is forced among men.

Killing time trying to find free WiFi connections, vexin,
everything losing flavor in amounts.
I need something I cherish...
Maybe a trip to Lake Merritt?

Everything that you ever thought you conceived
is a branch slowly bending from the world's oldest tree.
Intention matters not to an action perceived;
I just try to scrape by with what I can and
fuck the means.

You can only drive in circles around your hometown for so long
before some sordid reunion of past and present collide,
and with one big whiff, you missed the whole point of a dog bite:
A lesson about testing patience and urban blight!

I promised myself I'd exercise and build columns.
Ecclesiastical monuments - the mother of all invention.
Intention matters not to an action perceived,
I just try to scrape by with what I can and fuck the means.

Honorifics & meritiorial awards.
I can never imagine a more clever war:
the dualistic convention between
severed and connected, majestic and erected,
heads, tails, Medusa-gorgon-deadite worship.

How would you feel if you turned all your loved ones into stone?
There had to have been a point
where she just put on her headphones and cried, "Fuck Why!?"
Men always create the women of history, tis pity.
The blunt's running, gentrified cunning...

I cut class just to make it back to the TV,
"You miss me?"
I've written every letter of the alphabet, I'm sure,
I think that's clear.
It's so fucking stuffy in here.

Everything that you ever thought you conceived
is a branch slowly bending from the world's oldest tree.
Intention matters not to an action perceived;
I just try to scrape by with what I can and
fuck the means.