-Osiris
Burn the flowers July 14, 2022
Within the confines of the basement bungallooo of plum island of newbury port of the eastcoast of what is now called North america but what is Truly dubbed “turtle Island” as Gary Japhy Snider Ryder knows it to be. The poor young burning feet fill the streets and beaches finding common rough woodlouses among their starving feet. No young funks can buy American Spirits to burn when browsing the teal colored market corner store. The world revolution of trotsky split bright and burning into an accelerated hyper state of techno facism true and tonal. The bright spots of dab pens and ink pens fill the night as we tear ourselves away from checked out technology future where metallic dregs fill our souls rather then pure writings and musings inspired by what we see wrong in the world. Artificial articles fill our sites and brains to the point where we no longer find truth to be freeing, rather it leads us to a road where a diverging point splits our souls into a state of turmoil and self doubt. No wonder jesus died.
This live love laugh White anglo saxon protestant beach core life is a marriage to the point of privilege with JBL speakers and six dollar coors lights down at the trendy bucket of alcohol within the tri stand of soon to be flooded states of america. Flooded with the grieved wretches whose souls were stripped of coherent love and passionate “FREEDOM” spelled F R E E D O M
F: REE YOUR MIND AND YOUR ASS WILL FOLLOW
R: ECENT STUDIES SUDGEST 20% OFF TRANSCENDENCE
E: AT YOUR SENIORS EAT
E: AT YOUR CHILDREN
D: ONT STOP NOW ONLY TWO SWOLLEN EYES LEFT ON THE BRINK
O: F SOMETHING WORTH SAVING?????? OF LOVE???? OF LIGHT???????
M: INIONS OF DESPICABLE ME
THE MINIONS OF SATURN DEVOURING CHILDREN
