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snurdz on dust (zuckmix)
08:04
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first the cloud of radioactive dust
appeared on the horizon.
the glint of 5G drones could be seen
maneuvering above the vague swirl of dust motes,
spraying nanoparticles on the
shuffling herd of snurdz below.
as the approaching army became more
distinct, it was obvious that
each bumbling stumbler, apparently drunk
on drain cleaner or paint thinner,
held a smartphone that fixed it's gaze
and barked orders.
the confused mass of grimy zombies
stumbled and bumbled along,
drinking glyphosate colas while walking
into walls or falling into ditches,
occasionally stopping to mow a lawn--any lawn--
or line up for a radioactive
nanotech injection.
their eyes would occasionally
wander from their smartphone screens
to scan the landscape in vain
for burgerslop joints or taco trucks
where they might obtain
roachburgers, worm meat burritos,
or the slug sushi they so desperately craved.
the snurdz twitched and jerked spasmodically
as they clomped along, noses running pink slime.
replicants in my mess all day
mutated cockroaches hacking my phone
subhumans insane with a chip in the brain
tone-deaf clones want to jump my bones
bug-eyed reptoids cramping my style
giant pink leeches want to suck me dry
glowing green sludge backing up in the sink
pigmeat falling from a pea-green sky
roachburger sloppy joe stinking on your plate
rat genes mixed in the GMO
taco truck exhaust & the gasoline sauce
toxic farts @ the fashion show
as mastodons thrash hysterically in the tar pit
snurdz on dust (4x)
tweekers twerking @ the truckstop tavern
tapwater tubeheads parrot their profs
ugly dogs do the nasty with hogs
so they can bite your wallet while they sweat in the trough
imitation carpetbaggers line around the block
mindless brainwashed mob-rule throngs
a hundred trillion more where they came from
dirtbag weenie-waggers all day long
cheapskate chuzzler counting his change
drown your sorrows till you choke to death
turkey neck fertilizer soup full of televisions
burger slop body odor taco breath
as bozo moshers flop around in the muck
snurdz on dust (3x)
this town needs an enema
checkin' my phone, checkin' my phone
they put a bag up over your head
& gave you the bozo suckerpunch
now you've got pig snouts up your booty
& you've got spider meat in your lunch
the donkey in the closet is stinking up the house
the rats are red sneaking under the gate
& the bankster jackals all circle the spoils
of the brontosaurs that disintegrate
crash & cries as the dinosaurs die
& all the arachnids hit the skids
the 33 spies all got black eyes
& tumbled from the top of the pyramid
as pea-brain tyrannosaurs mate in congress
snurdz on dust (3x)
this town needs an enema
checkin' my phone, checkin' my phone
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i'm tired of the pseudo-humanoids on my block. they're having conversations
with protoplasmic bleepnids undulating languages of gibberish.
they're radiating a ten-dimensional
vortex vacuum of major suction, with
a penetrating scanner effect
that will melt your eyeballs from phoenix.
i've got antennas all over the place
& rotating sentinel geodes
tuned to ionospheres beyond neptune,
but it hasn't helped--
i'm getting me a bad mojo with a shockfire ray!
i'm sick of the ceiling liquefying
with that shrieking feedback echo
that brings those metallic insect things scuttling all over my equipment.
i'm tired of these phantom holograms following me into the bathroom,
& these fly-sized probes buzzing me. (sometimes things will suddenly accelerate).
they've brought the laundromats
with cash bilked from soda drones
& gnarly hypochondriac boot-sniffers, stumblebum fundamentalist telemarketer types with car dealerships gone haywire &
recently resurfacing as
blowhard guru chumps with accents.
they've altered the sequence of the traffic lights so that you always end up in pacoima.
they're promoting retrograde
somnambulistic knuckle crackers,
scratching their names on cheese logs,
incisors gone flaccid with gout.
--they've hatched clouds of purple gnats
who sail green atmospheres of
noxious smokestacks spewing aerosol spam. . .
(the meat has developed electrical activity gleaned from raincoat popes--
pro bono homeboys with shaved ankles & trippy ripstock--loading barges
of stale tuna motors).
--windows dissolve into puddles of aqua gel, admitting swarms of purple gnats
intent upon nasal intrusion. . .
mauve ooze flows from cell phone soaps, washing buckets of lipstick
down bloody rivers replete with bogus fuchsia. . . chirping tires of wisdom
howl songs of dinosaur thrash spasms,
tar muck sticking fast to tv refrigerators.
they're pontificating potato chip gospels, hawking bags of bowtie snakes
for movie star styrofoam cupcake luncheons. their gelatinous adjectives
give rise to snappy jingles
extolling mountains of aromatic dogmeat
wrapped in doom.
they're sniffing lobbyists with obsolete pheromones, hairy snouts thrust aggressively against
derisive gales of s.u.v. exhaust.
they've sent your life to pluto!
they've eaten up all the dirt down there
@ the strip mall radwaste sweatshop boutique, their mandibles clacking
with exclusive arachnid hormone injections, quantum prozak botox sitcoms &
religions of vicarious annulment.
they're taking the sky somewhere else!
i'm getting sad watching my shoes walk away. i wish that they would
deconstruct themselves with tuning forks!
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outlaw prophet
07:19
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hellhounds on my trail--
we woke after a night of antigravity partying
to find the lunar dome
surrounded by a wild pack of
deadly mutant chihuahuas.
oh no, here we go again, i don't need this
.
these nasty ratdogs are like a cross between
a jackal, a piranha & a battle robot.
a pack of them can take down a
tank squadron.
they annoy their prey to death
by snapping @ their ankles
& destroy their nerves with hideous barking.
they can bite thru concrete.
if you empty a laser cannon on one
it just keeps on coming.
the sound of their frenzied yapping had
awakened us to a very long day.
we had already begun to napalm them
with stealth drones
because the only way to kill a mutant ratdog
is to disintegrate it
down to molecular particles
or else totally incinerate it to ashes.
all we had succeeded in doing
so far was to burn down a lot of synthoids.
(each ratdog had a synthoid
it led on a leash to wipe its tushy for it)
& the smell of burning clones
made a tire fire seem like a fragrant rosebush
in comparison.
the acrid smoke headache
combined with my hangover
left me in no mood to mess around.
we needed to give these rodent canines
THE BOOT.
.
i had barely got out of the airlock in my
leather circuit battle catsuit
when they swarmed me.
we delivered the appropriate salute--
a swift jetboot in their stainless razor teeth
that sent them flying over the lunar horizon.
jetboots were made for getting around
the lunar surface on
antigravity skateboards
but when you kicked a mutant ratdog
with a jetboot
it usually went into orbit.
we didn't bother to shoot them,
we just booted them offworld & were rid of
their vile carcasses.
sure, the corrosive radioactive green chihuahua blood
put me in need of a shoeshine
but do i look like i care?
eat boot leather devil ratdogs from pluto!
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bullshit--new age bulllshit (4x)
now pythagoras tuned
to 432
with a quartz guitar tuner
he got at the music store
now he couldn't play nothin'
but you don't have to
all you gotta do
is tune to 432
bullshit--new age bullshit (4x)
now captain beefheart was CIA
along with morrison, zappa, and the rest of LA
because a lot of the musicians that you may love
had daddies who worked for the US gov
and that proves with total certainty
they're all MK ULTRA selling LSD
and all musicians are brainwashed spies
trying to program you with CIA lies
bullshit--new age bullshit (4x)
now i've got something new
i'm gonna lay on you
but it's been recycled
it's just the old doo-doo
it's the old poo-poo
you're scraping off your shoe
but it's all the rage
'cause this is a brand new age of
bullshit--new age bullshit (4x)
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6. |
kozmik scuzz infusion
19:58
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zed mizar Berlin, Germany
german technofunk artist zed mizar combines futuristic lyrics, psychedelic guitar, slamming funky beats & trippy electronics as a solo artist and with the collab group zip-zilch. zed is also co-host of 2spacechaserz radio show and podcast
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