Drug induced Prophecy.
Posted: February 4th, 2007, 5:18 pm
Stoner! Get up!
You useless free radical nipping at the youth of my vision for you,
for a strong and free America in the catacomblike nostrils of my duty.
Get up, damn you! This is prophecy!
And such wonderful prophecy as you've never seen,
like visions of winged cherubim with four faces; one lion, one ox, one eagle,
like a meat lover's special doubling up the cherubimlike duality
that guards the entrance to the grand Buddha at Nara.
Ezekiel made me think of pepperoni and a couch.
God bless the convenience of fear and desire!
Back in Texas, citizens camp out in a ditch for awhile, but no matter.
"Get off that damned couch", says the Army, between pizza stints.
"We do the prophet's work!"
Meanwhile, Bible scholars cringe privately over Ezekiel's excesses.
He once ate a scroll containing God's words and it tasted like honey.
Not to be confused with lands of milk and honey (registered trademark).
And the Twentieth Century was fair warning.
Stoner. Stoner!
Stel - lah!
You useless free radical nipping at the youth of my vision for you,
for a strong and free America in the catacomblike nostrils of my duty.
Get up, damn you! This is prophecy!
And such wonderful prophecy as you've never seen,
like visions of winged cherubim with four faces; one lion, one ox, one eagle,
like a meat lover's special doubling up the cherubimlike duality
that guards the entrance to the grand Buddha at Nara.
Ezekiel made me think of pepperoni and a couch.
God bless the convenience of fear and desire!
Back in Texas, citizens camp out in a ditch for awhile, but no matter.
"Get off that damned couch", says the Army, between pizza stints.
"We do the prophet's work!"
Meanwhile, Bible scholars cringe privately over Ezekiel's excesses.
He once ate a scroll containing God's words and it tasted like honey.
Not to be confused with lands of milk and honey (registered trademark).
And the Twentieth Century was fair warning.
Stoner. Stoner!
Stel - lah!
