A shudder.

And a quake.

That's somethin', Andrea..

Just gonna riff here..

This Tarry Dungeon

This solipsism ʘh people This transcendental bone BOOMification o spirit US, Onus on Bust or the Bold, Only knows…the tone of Our collective bargaining Chip on shoulders hefting Sandstone rock in satchel Pushing granite boulder Always up treadmill Mountain Crap Game “No Pass” Line While an O Oxymoron Will guide-arm Gird the lineage Motor cadence• Till for mileage Spill the body Torn ‘sunder Drape thos’ CANopies And: NO Wonder Greenie •Wienie Plunders Ever on, son Get your Boots on.

“Smooth.” You say with a hiss The smoke o this tarry dungeon Whiskey stunn’d ol recessed room Of nobody’s fools and tools and sad Jewels in the rough…and gin-soaked Tough old bets with matter o fact spat Next...to nothin' on their faces anymore They’ve Seen The Door Too Many Times Know The Score like nobody else’s dime Now women ’d rather fuck…Call it love While some men sigh 'nd then wonder After that elusive sentimental ♥love.

18 Kill/\Die 21 Vote\/Drink

In this wearied world, Pete Seeger was blacklisted.

We’d been flipped like two eggs Over hard on a pig-smattered grill For so many years since Free Bird Stopped running…On a constant Loop on th’ jukebox at the Hot Dog Inn where the poor kids Waited…for the frozen bus And…the rich kids burned On by…Jensens blasting Out Led Zeppelin Four

I think we knew then We were headed for This tarry dungeon

If at least only in Mere metaphor, Intrinsically id- Shaped lore, W/a pulse.

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