Americans Overwhelmingly 2.0 Baby shake on Nancy Grace Salt peter dispensers like my face How fast does Brittney’s hair grow F-16? Drop all the grains of sand, you clone of me The porn version of Iran Won’t fit in my garbage can The fluffer at the after-hours Blasts atomic whiskey sours Bukkake blood and tongue Cream pie ayatollah numb You’re my princess, we’ll surmount The virus mesh inside the doubt Fake interpretations pass the salt Then another clone of me will declare it’s all my fault Press my belly in the deli The balcony will rise Over the Beaujolais yeah You’ll predict my disguise We witness flower petals cover Anna Nicole Symbolize her broken heart, the blood is on a roll I’m standing and sitting in a thousand different years You kiss me and I kiss you as I reach out for the fear

With Switching Memes In Mind 10010010110 3rd person singular gender-free nouns Birth replicas: angles of angels: no sound Did you ever feel, ever really feel The strings of string theory fame Slice geometric planes in that frame of mind At that moment of 7 billion memes? The we in the I and the I in the we Why am I so into huffing it here? One blink of an eye for each byte of cheap RAM And then the next second And then the next second With switching memes in mind

Ketchup Pt.2 No wait, no mess . . . Tomato concentrate made from red ripe tomatoes Distilled vinegar High fructose corn syrup Corn syrup Salt Spice Onion powder Natural flavorings Trademark Copyright 17 grams equals one tablespoon The control valve cap prevents drips Cheeseburger party Cheeseburger party Friday

Wild Speculation I’m a monster helicopter I’m explosions real explosions gimme your wild speculation it’s like quicksand I’ll torch your hand you understand? we’ll shake on land cherry picker split the wire restless atoms really hate it when they sweat like me gimme your wild speculation of course of course a sequin hearse was a nice trick you wanna lick was a nice trick you wanna lick gimme your wild speculation herky jerky don’t look tired get you fired I was hired now I’m wired

Ketchup I’m so comfortable ketchup is a vegetable . . . breeze blows: recordable my tie flies like a dirigible uh oh uh but please foe, be friendable your eyes are so remarkable

And Furry welcome to my face cyborg sans the waste eschatological and furry synapse shouts a noise (the next) synapse records the noise eschatological and furry welcome to my face cyborg sans the waste eschatological and furry . . . rewind me and I’m all blurry “techniques” the next synapse screams in shock in a revisited dream eschatological and furry screaming deaf synapse train (the next synapse screams in shock in a revisited dream) eschatological and furry welcome to my face cyborg sans the waste “ye shall be as gods”

Oh Hezbollah oh Hezbollah mitochondria synesthesia Micronesia escalasia euthanasia heed the cattle call spike the football snort the bathroom stall bomb a macromall some wine for Moses some wine for Jesus cartoon of Ali from the valley gone back to Cali get up in Sally explode the cum inside just like the way they died my mail order bride lapped up the west coast tide when I kill collide when I leak my mind when I chew the rind you’re all wined and dined when I leak my mind when I kill collide oh Hezbollah gold dust scars oh Hezbollah inside my bitch’s credit card pinch at the pump sh shake yo’ rump bling bling blang blung you know the jury’s hung explode the cum inside just like the way they died you know that the jury’s hung oh Hezbollah mylar star oh Hezbollah electric car oh Hezbollah miscalculate the bugs oh Hezbollah sell me some drugs oh Hezbollah build me a dog house oh Hezbollah you make me aroused oh Hezbollah this traffic is the worst you burnt my pizza oh Hezbollah you’re right in that my brain is made of would I keep the crowd beside and you know my tongue’s alive

So Pre-Y2K So pre-Y2K And it’s quarter of four in the morning In alien north Philadelphia My cells are made of hell And bells are rocked as well Must say this ditch is hard to sell If I snort this I will become the first Person in the world to claim I’m the first

Excuse Machine Neoprene me baby – I’m going in There’s grease on my fingers and a ratchet in my hand Spraying watermarks on shopping carts I’m a spending god – I’m a spending god An aneurysm fortified with stroke juice What’s worse I love you A million and a half microscopic shards flecked off sand Reflecting gusts of explosive wind That tear up and dry out all the minds that stand in its way And why can’t I be just one of them? Palpitations are the work of the Lord Slip myself into eleven alligators The kind that will remember me Profit margins think that’s so sexy Smooch A bad news trifecta swallows the breeze and accepts you Smooch Sweetie pie – sweetie pie I’m on fire – Should I give it up? I’m so on fire with Excuse machine Autoerotic asphyxiation Hunger Strike implied: [Breaching the precipice of vertigo]

You Are Free Pt.3 I’m digging up the grave of a bird that I buried And the ground crumbles against the blade of the spade that I made broken but it worked and I stole them back last night To dig up the grave of the bird that I buried If we murder it will be as a band Collaborate as the customer’s hand Then so it is a lie with no taste So when do I get to collapse on my face But now I’m crushing it I bought a mallet The bones are all that’s left and I pulverize pulverize Each bit of dust gets a handshake and a free mirror And a blast off by the bellows squeezed by the mind of a liar The mind is not over there because I can’t think for the life of me of anything I want Kim Jong Il won; it was a glorious day you can’t deny I’m telling you this is one of the top 100 secrets That they don’t want you to know about Countless pixels push through the tubes I’m Wet Dentist No, I’m Wet Dentist . . . Paint another trampoline Reflections of the neuron mesh eat acid all the livelong day The Taco Bell rats and the 2-snouted pig The catheter’s capsule of fake time shot mercury At me and one of the perfect representations of you I’m gonna need a bot just to tell me where I’m at Since I’m not God, I’ve only got so many vantage points I just forgot my Oppenheimer login I’m gonna need a bot just to tell me where I’m at You need to be polyglot just to tell me to rot That’s definitely a toaster in the bathtub Sepsis That’s definitely a toaster in the bathtub There was a food mix-up because this is the quickest way Sepsis, Thallium The Narcanol won’t work Then I started popping the Cialis: Got the priapism I’m gonna need a bot