Daft Pope

Da Funk does floweth through our universe,
From misty sun to rolling ‘long the hearse,
Around the World as skeletons we dance
On glimmering mirror shards our feet advance.
Spun Revolutions—Nine Hundred and Nine—
Upon the turnstile all appears Divine.
Alive, we are! the Musique helps us know,
Poetic guide through heaven and below.
We’re Rollin’ & we’re Scratchin’ vinyl grooves,
Were never quite as deft before these shoes.
“One More Time,” the populations demand:
“Enough?” “Never!” the answer always lands.
It’s Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, it’s
Words everyone knows how to sing by pitch.
There’s Something, all About Us, everywhere
In Nature: mountains, space, and ocean air,
A Robot could detect it in the Rock,
Imagined Love and Hate in every Lock.
We’re Technologic when we buy, we break,
We fix, we trash, we change, we melt, upgrade.
We’ve much in common, the same, spring to fall,
No differences, we’re Human After All.

morgan and brandon

the lop-sided tripod that is the daily rooster
it's like a tripod thats stretching its legs in california and has one arm in new york
one arm cause it's a damn tripod and the other arm was amputated after shrapnel ripped through it like a knife through warm butter
in the war

what's a nukka head?
it's like you subconsciously wanted to call us knuckle heads but the ghetto inside of you made it come out like slang for nigger

HEY YOU PEOPLE CAN'T SAY THAT!

Only we can say it to eachother, you can't use that word.

What's in a word...

objects that carry no weight, because everything you say means nothing
and it's all just a way to communicate because your soul can't talk

hi guys!

cue fiona with across the universe

a ripple in the Everything

red lips red dawn kiss
your erection, thousand needles
of expectation.
your stomach grumbles the
long line. time draws
spinning, ferris wheel tinkers your acid
away to

hyperspace!

10,000 people surround sound,
curtains cloud conspiring stars,
not even light is fast enough
to escape the gravitational pull
of your supermassive
pupils.

holy fucking pyramid,
brilliant mecca
to the dark sea
of costumed nomads.
our two deities control our two feet.

we dance to the Everything.
the Sublime.

this means i'm creating

havent touched this place in a while
but it needs a poke


POKE