IRC-Galleria

Have you ever tried actually opening the door?
It's quite simple and rewarding
Like climate-change and keyholes
And streetlights and snakes and sugar.

Behind the door everything is cool
The insects - the police
The maggots - your mom
Whine while your wife drinks wine
And whistle while your horse takes a bullet.

Heavy but happy, feather-like cakes
Cake and oregano-fucking-juice.
Seems we can't take care of ourselves
So we piss on the mattress instead.
Loud gleam gadooble mazooka mel kamriten kh
Kevlar cartoons sing of wars and famine
Metronome clock, tic toc, pickpocket cock cop.
Kings on their mountains
Music, still breezes, piano keyholes.

Surely missing the second chance
TOTALLY.
Give in, break it in, make your day a bean
Milk the milkyway, make it disappear.

I sometimes think there's a man behind my window
And sometimes it's not a man, it's two
Or a pidgeon
Or a tree.
I used to see the world in black and white
But as the contrast grew, my view of this oval kingdom crumbled.

As if I wouldn't wait for you
My reasons are few, but my drive is a bomb
A time-bomb that will explode at random
Into lemonade and heroes.

The only time I didn't wake up
And the sky's already this yellow
A penny for a knife or I'll take your life
Making your life more valuable than a coin.
Sit down the stairs are melting into my vortex is made of spirals of eyes within eyes within eyes closed for the duration of the movie sucked so I got high instead.

Will you open your head
Happy for you
You are a joy
A toy for dogs
A loyal companion, drooling beside me
Reminding me of all the time that's running out.

My brain is melting
And his has grown dull
A father of feces has now slowed down
Keelmeer, the dragon
Has lost it's appetite
Now it only feeds on living, breathing
Flowers
Mistaking them for hats
Sunning it's sheeve, licking it's tongue
Mystery meat may mind this plateau
Winning is easy, losing is hard
A tad, miss smoker
Give the frog a kiss
Turn it into a prince
Or a priest
Or a handbag.

Aching clocks tic toc their way through time
I tried to be a clock once
I just ticked, tocked and tossed it
I can't be a clock, I'm a suitcase
And you're the handbag I made.
I can hear you smiling
The grin on my face on my carcass is widening
Live again, die tomorrow
Mash mash mush hewl heighty ho.

Live again, die yesterday
And dye tomorrow green.

The sun has set
And the sea has risen
You claim you're wise, so listen;
When was the last time you had sex?
Or can you explain why your nose is erect?
The rules are simple; take three of these
And a mouthful of these
And smoke this.

Can you feel it penetrating your brain?
This castle of grotesque imitations
Of clichés
My, oh my, your eyes are on fire
Are you trying to shoot lasers?
You're no ninja.

Doopydoo dub dub shakti ralam
Mesh ak kofroten mil amios dak
Finge our salagna, I'll minch your placebo
Gashtavna migellon kaprol mel ik tak.
Sevrem milrota ges kult kes ki-wa-wa
Likshirom vryst merd shoovin mis mord
Llabedollom meerion shuvidra kel-om.

Today has been a series of events
A series of happenings.
The rules are simple; take three of these
And a mouthful of these
And smoke this.

The window is open
The temperature's rising
My nipples are soft as marshmellows.
The tiger of Aratwa has promised to keep
His teeth from touching the cream.
Did you forget the possibility of a new cloud forming
Next morning, if you choose to wake up?
Your enemies are calling, please answer the phone
It's your daughter and her thirteen dogs.
Marvellous shmudge, glutch hotchkiss keiv land
My meeting makes sense in a comical way
Your sister is now out of the way
So let's kiss and jizz.

Every time the floor falls down
My magic is slightly enhanced.
It flows through my fingers
Into small glass-containers
Made of sugar, Harry Potter and ash.
Heavenly heights and hellish lows
But a balance, nevertheless
These ants in their suits
Have cost me a fortune in shrooms
Mistake after success
And your life shall be clear.

Couldn't you hear me? I said;
"Balvidor meiv floan len shoodum sen mort."

The tip of it's tongue is shaking
It's now in session
This court of madmen
Expressionless faces in empty stare
The hare begins his monologue:

"If the world is a gumbo, we best not forget
The effect that it has in it's active footsteps
Money may matter, but matter does not
And so I disclude it from our options."

The gray mass keeps listening
Their throats void of strength
Blue spots start glistening
In these bottomless eyes
No laughter, no tears
No fear, no doubt, no new ideas
No objections under the brutal control of the hare.

"Sister Misters, hear me out
Our endless supply of sneakers is empty
But blueberry pie we have plenty.
If you see this as a joke
As a mere insult to your intelligence
Leave the rabbithole right now.
My main concern is concern.
My main motivation is the lack of it.
Are you any better than me?"

Aisakadun varrella on kaksisataa autoa
Raskasta ja puhdasta
Vihreää ja punaista
Pastellikatu on täynnä niitä
Mistelinoksia, keramiikkaa
Minttukaakaota ja estetiikkaa
Muovia ja tekopyhyyttä.

Minun varkaani ovat kaikuja
Kellarissa homehtuneita, keltaisia
Mustapukuisia, valkoihoisia
Saavutus sinänsä.

Sinun sanasi maistuvat kirsikoilta
Elämäni silmissäsi
Kurotat suudelmaan.
Vedät minut altasi
Vastuuntunnottomuudellasi
Miss hebblesports karma metropolis
HELVIIKKO
KAIKKI MUKAAN
NYT
PIDETÄÄN
HAUSKAA!

See these days
They spiral past
As past does not exist
My friend, times go by
They leave a deceitful memory
But happiness is now
And we live in the now.

Take my hand and I'll tie you down
Raise a flood of caramel-sauce
Millions upon millions of millions, and more!

My heart beats rainbows
Carnivore caterpillars and pillows
Distance is manmade
Love never blooms
It's made out of cannonfood and fools.

This court imitates a sandwich
Heave-ho hippies happen past the morning joy
Hypocrites steal stashes, Shiva states our state of mind
Margaret Beldam, lighthouse assistant
Dealing drugs, for fuck's sake!
Remind me about that later
Shiver my house down, and I will
Pee.

Hippoes! On... TIPTOES! HOLY CRA-

Do you remember them
The flying, blue umbrellas
Coming down with gentle breaths
Spinning 'round on golden threads
Heaven to dirt, transcendence to mud.

They've saved us from our oppression
The industrial mind and their yellow windows
By shielding us from the acid rain.

Did we meet them that day
Ages and spaces ago
Or did they already know
Which way to go?

My umbrella is blue
Or at least it is to me.
It's got six tongues
And it's name is Dream.
I miss her every day
And see her every night.
Such discussions we have
Such music we make
And I'm a little bit wiser
Every time I wake up.

A myriad of kittens
Paste and cut and copy his soul
Leaven loven mindrel mashooven
Happily ever before
Cream cleavage castration
Since mind is a relative concept
Mica, mere masturbator
My master assassinator
Call me when the rain stops
Call me before it starts
But never when it rains.
Last day on the face of my earth
We are all cocoons
Dumdidydoo, destroy this deliberate dance of divinity
Hiss hass, shish-hash, clean cut to her heart
Bap didoo belf breaker, but possibly is not what
Help could suffice, raugh candleknot
Mere masters of the mind, these psychonaut psychopaths
Living is a still-image
A reflection in a pond
Mall-levels match according to taste
Flar flar fladydar, mellow bellowing generates chords
Curving claustrophobia, marketing seven soddy dwarfs
Fopterytoo semen milk monster
Murky midgets, going to comma
Helpless coma
Mysterious comma
In the wrong part of a sentence.