Dogs on Acisd

Are we converging on the dawn of a new hey now? Is the hey now in the house? Can I get a hey now in here? What are the tangible attributes of the hey now? Hey, now, yes, now. What happens when the hey now meets the what now? Are these two incongruous? Hey and what, think about it. Its like cosmic star dust blown off the pompous tusk of Sagan brand pseudo sci-mysticism. We got the hey now and the what now here now, walking around fully convinced or more often not convinced of anything. The prince of clouds gives no fuck for forced interaction. It is a breeze far above the particulars of "oh my god did you see what this and that is toward blowme!?" The prince of clouds gives no fuck for that. It is time to dance and sneak for drugs sake, not drama, just drugs. Lots and lots of everything in moderation, even lacerations to the head. It looks like a rug burn but it came from concrete. So holy, a physical memento from extreme states of ecstatic gives no fuck for words or thoughts, just dance, dance like a jungle princess or prince of clouds, stomp on cans, fake band membership for free drugs, run back into the crowd, and give back graciously by talking down some skinheads. "do you ever like to lick things?" a question like that can diffuse any hostility. You look like a fine pair of strapping young chaps with your Germanic suspenders and shaved heads. Talk close and confused, that is the secret to non-violent revolution. We gotta get in the faces of fascists and ask none questions with whiskey breath or pot smoke rising from cavernous mouth toward nothing. Absolutely nothing is in there. It is this kind of freedom in orbiting around ecstasy and not building word houses for the hey now or the what now to reside. Fuck now! Now is a joke. Simple respites of complete emptiness while engaged in extreme physical sport or play, a healthy diet of food and drugs, much time spent planning out situations without any attachment to result. Have no house, always around people on couches and floors, beautiful people, shinning people. People have never looked or felt so beautiful. The annoying attributes are all transformed to endearing mementos of this fellow blip of awareness. God you are so beautiful in your particulars of which I observe with distance and a loving kind of disinterest. Because, really I don't care about you. You are a fellow dancer to remark on this or that particularity of which I may or may not wish to acknowledge. It is knowledge of self. That is what it is. There is no one else to hold us in esteem, not man, women, or god. Self esteem? That may be pushing it a little. No need for that kind of defensive ego building. I like beats you like saturation, we can make saturated beats and get into the ecstatic skies free to fly as autonomous bird beings for dropping shit bombs on the materialist masses, so connected to cleanliness of chrome caravans, colliding in rhythm to stock market crashes, and expendable life losses. Blathering on and on and loving it. This is a serious stance you know? To not trade the old for a new, but to choose instead to find the emptiness inside and laugh at everything. I''ll ride your systems for a trip from here to there, but never call me conductor. I am trespasser, parasite, vile and debauch. I spit in all image eye, all seeing eye, I blind that shit and break a rhythm atop that ass hole precipice of an all knowing god. I eat angel wings fried in Teflon pans for black magic wasted on masturbation. I am the dog. I am the dog. I am the dog. Jerking off in the middle of a market place, nothing but a bowl for water, naked. Beard and hair untamed. No jewelry. Naked. No style but the free style of the prince of clouds. No time, but anxious to do more. Do more for what? Money? Why not? Drugs? If I can share. Women? And men. I have so many friends and we all lend to co-creating this something indescribable. The old barriers of image are fading fast in the minds of those who so choose to lose these views. If I am in offense to the cosmic order, assassinate me, but never try to tame. I am the dog.