Thiefist got Thiefist full of fake acid Don't Stay passive You don't want to pass this up As I pass it out like SCAN-TRON® tests Yes Let me fill your bubbles in mommy, I scribble the best (b) This is no-folds-barred origami Only, these papers are made to fold you How many time will it fold your blank mind in two? I'm inclined to say "a few" although the answer is: (c) "Nine Fold" Time to try thy inner-eye by prying the blindfold off It's just an old rag sock, and this may come as a shock But you can ball it up and gag the clock Not a tick to tock, man thats what we call a Chakra block Time ending like Ragnarok (crlok, grawlk, shrlawk) Now you get to restock, with a new set of memories, not of temporality Where every object is a "the" or more like a "Thy" Yeah, its best to just try Put your money away, I got a Thiefist full of this stuff No need to buy And if anybody asks you why, Just say you're opening the I ind the I Jametatone.....bye

This is for the Avatar-baby Emotocon-artist supreme Spineless shadow puppetry Mind-controller Ventriloquy They got no amount of accountability Just commenting on commenting Avatar babies besiege, Frenemy's feed feeding frenzy Pretending to taste the faces of their frenemies It's the cannibalistic fix of the neu-junkie The person behind the curtain is immersed in obesity Engorged on VRistic ecstasy For he or she, Object is a bit obscene Rather be just liven in a virtual meme Eye through the I and I machine Make use of it, get too clean You can hibernate in your surrogate me But there's no way out of the emptying Thiefist full of emptiness-- . I got it! And I didn't even bought it I got it from my daughter and I haven't even fathered her yet Where's the Water bed? Theifist full of AvatarBaby I'm gonna start paving over mac book-face Metatone I'm not a middle tone I'm aint no middle tone I am the dominant mode I am the original root You hear me chorded up just like they all good chopping wood A heresy please becleave and let me be I am OM originally OM All harmonies are fallacy Now dump you chalice out and breath It's an emergency, you can emerge and see The unperterbed Reality The night is dark unpark yr. trusty steed, embark on good deed The first is to curb your AvatarBaby Show him the past tense. Theifist full of avatarbaby I'm gonna start paving over mac book-face

This is for the Planet, To which Heaven's lowly glowworm got banished This is for Lucifer being famished And finding out where the Garden was And Climbing up the Tree of Life And munching on that apple like a sandwich This is for his tactical advantage, so larval He ate his way straight to the center until he was full Or, maybe just a lil' bit satiated Either way for a pentagonal interval he patiently waited For Eve like a centerfold to walk up to him naked She plucked down on that apple and she ate it Impregnated by the bright white primordial light The informite got gestated On the Planet Well...the glo rose slowly like some dough at first Till the mammals got to gno the whole electroverse And we stole a bunch of gold out of momma earth's purse Just to build a couple of roads the electricksters could traverse On the planet We got two poles. A BIG ol' battery. Mineral circuitry Seafloor keyboard Human-core proccesor And the screen is the sea Light set free On the Planet

The heartbeat never stops The heartbeat never stops The heartbeat never stops The heartbeat never stops.... Actually, it does Thiefist full of the wind Smoke in formation Particulate inhalation Flavoring my own negation It tastes like a parrot's feed-basin I'v got a pair of them They're blue and green birds Pruning their plumage Until the new wing brings it's tip into the wind And stirs the wind into words Bubble words You know what they do? Do something Do SOMETHING Do something. Fuck Thiefist baby. Torch one smoke Take up a toke Whoops....I blew my torch out with my own note Yeah, good thing the lighter isn't broke Thick smoke My I and I it's quite awoke Yeah, spinning like a wheel of fortune's spoke 6 spokes: E. V. O L. O. V. E. Evolove Fly like a spiral, I don't go up, I go "of" Yeah off "of" the Planet when I cough I gotta stay puff the magic dragon with my Stay-Puft® flagon popped I'll cross the streams of the double bubble-bobble The blue and the green, seminal dream Love it There is only One Love and I'm "of" it Tongue it Thiefist full of the Wind, I'm gonna tongue it Tongue-tip in one end of the thumb side of the fist hand

I'M AN APPLE BUTTER LICKER LOOKING AT HER THICKER I WANT TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO READ HER APPLE'S STICKER. PINK LADY JUST RIPE! REALLY WANT TO TAKE A BYTE BUT IT AINT QUITE TIME TO PICK HER SO I GOT TO MAKE THAT APPLE TREE SHAKE CALL ME THE EARTHQUAKE 8.8 ON THE RICHTER MAP. STEM WENT SNAP, HER APPLE FELL IN MY LAP. WITH SKIN ALL FRECKLED AND SMOOTH AS SAP PLUS HER LEAF-ENDS ARE GOLDEN LIKE A SCARAB-WING FLAP YEAP, ONE TAP FROM AN APPLE LIKE THAT MAKE THESE NOOBIE SLEEPING BEAUTIES WANNA TAKE A NAP BUT NOT ME I BE READY FOR THAT APPLE, CAUSE YOU KNOW I'M A MAC UNSHADE MY VORPAL BLADE AND SNICKERTY-SNACK I SPLIT HER INTO PERFECT FIFTHS LIKE A PENTA-GRAM-CRACKER ONE FOR EACH SEED THAT I'LL GIVE RIGHT BACK TO HER BUT NOT RIGHT NOW, WHAT I VOW: NOW IS JUST FOR MAKING APPLE BUTTER BUT HOW??? I JUST FOLLOW THE TAO HEAT HER UP UNTILL SHE'S WAILING OUT AND THEN I SIMMER HER DOWN AND GET THE CINNAMON OUT BUT I DONT NEED NO SUGER CAUSE THAT WHAT HER JUICE IS ABOUT. SO WHILE SHE'S THICKENING UP I JUST STIR I COULD STIR HER FOREVERWARDS YOU KNOW, YOU MAY HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF APPLE BUTT SURE, BUT NO BODY'S GOT THE APPLE BUTTER BUT HER. HOT CAPERS AND CARROTS, I'D EAT HER OFF THAT RAW CAULIFLOWER FLOURETTS, I'D EAT HER OFF THAT BLACK ALABASTER PORRIDGE, I'D EAT HER OFF THAT SPREAD ON 7 DIFFERENT COURSES I'D EAT HER OFF... FUCK THAT, I'D EAT HER OFF THE FLOOR CAUSE HER FLAVOR IS TOO FINE I'D EAT HER OFF A SHOE HORN GETTIN A SHOE SHINE NEW MIND I'D EAT HER OFF THE PAPER IN TWO LINES I'D EAT HER OFFLINE, ONLINE, OR DO LINES. I'D EAT HER OFTEN, MORE THAN A FEW TIMES. I'D EAT HER OFF IMAGINATION, DOING THE NEW MIME I'D EAT HER OFF/ON FERMENTATION, TURNING INTO WINE TWO WINES COMBINE, TURNIN INTO MOONSHINE' ACTUALLY IT'S REALLY CALLED APPLE JACK WORD OUT TO JOHNNY APPLE SEED AND INTO HIS SACK WORD OUT TO CLONE LINEAGES STRECHING ALMOST ALL THE WAY BACK WORD OUT TO THE WORM-WORD BURNIN THROUGH THE SCREEN INTO TRACK YEAH! THE WORM-WAY BLEEDS 5 LITTLE BEADS OF LIGHT TO READ INDEED, INDEED I GOT A THIEFIST FULL OF THESE SORT OF SEEDS 1,2,3,4,5 YOU GNO WHAT IT GROW?? WHATEVER YOU NEEDS