#107

oh my god oh my lord one day at a time sweet jesus theres a bomb coming out of the sky and everybody knows but the wingman is here to solve your woes by wooing the sweet young mary of your dreams like freud in the batcave slaving away at his psychotic analysis of your inner fantasy bullshit bullshit hogwash for sale twenty five cents a pound two bits a lb my lord on high in the sky looking down at his ant farm observing the system and realizing he is only part of the system he created no more immune to the effects of the first cause than uncle bob in tomahawk wisconsin is immune to the hospital laying him off cigarette ashes keeping his arctic cactus alive under the all seeing eyes of larry curly and moe and the duke little missy youre too young to handle a gun oh yeah john wayne pow pow kablow his brains plop onto the dusty trail while his lifeless body stands unaffected and petrifies into a living dead monument to fakery upon which big g in the sky smiles down bemused knowing he couldnt have stopped the carnage if he wanted to because he bowled the ball into the precosmic cluster and sent us hurtling through misery and pain and meaningless dominoes unaware of our freedom our mastership of our souls our oneness our consciousness our love and our web oh my lord oh my god