savage_world_endy_the_kid.mp3

“Think of a forest.... Now...set it on fire....” Intro: Everything Everything Everything And it’s not always goood falls comes ties into place together together For you or us not Always but it is your branch That is not the same backwards Run towards the trunk by which we All arbor off into The leaf we is the dangle In the sun dappled pane Monet was the circuit once Now the branch makes Train on the shoulders In the shadow cast A sun burns outside of it Moving in clock breaths Under a man a verse a universe gone perverse Let’s begin 39 It We is the curl of a branch we ride on is the cellulose cloud bringing the hot to our fingers in the ginger place of ground that is your worldbranch as other branches spine out towards sky parallel to each other once then diverge towards slipping rinds we squeak into a man a verse a universe in reverse no going back that way you have to stroll forward through the leaf you wrangle with sun’s jaws which are imperfectly aligned is the own light of its branched self Don’t think the universe is that is the small things that are writ large 40 important the small things matter because It’s what we can see; What is put in front of us, what We live through and ache from. Stimulus and response Ah then we are the celebrity we always wanted! Each mirror is the portion of the universe we are entitled to! We bear and provide the narcissism of our favored celebrity So they don’t have to. We are heading towards a cataclysm! A rage of sorts, a burning world Slipping in and out of conscience. A furrowed brow greets us there, But we have school board meetings to go to Here I am, sittting in this shithole country and the us govnt won’t even try to extradite me! I shake my fist and gather steam, I fold my hands into a curse, And burrow them into the wall One at a time, in semaphore that Signals my wish to location and they go on Ignoring my signals.... “Read through the whole passage,” I tell Endy the Kid He knows his Spirit is not whole. Fumbling through the intersection he’s Looking for a convenience store 41 To make action happen. He’s A fiery tweet, sometimes a Like on your horizon, A tik tok away from fame and fortune ‘cause it’s the little things that total out Endy knows I don’t though Know no verse is portion control Knows there’s nothing to cancel Or culture about, that’s For yogurt and pearls. Nothing to cancel, things come One click at a time, They click and go. There’s a tiktok for that For truth and other amusements Why is there no truthood But plenty of falsehood? No, there isn’t enough of either. It’s the small truths that total out. Endy the kid yay! A brand in the making. A syllable in an incomplete sentence. You know we don’t finish what we start. You’ll be the stern in your own universe pattern, A center of the whole that keeps the Smear moving. What cloud is your secret? What bones in your weight? It’s the small things that can’t wait, But they total out eventually. Take them coveralls lover off Take them loverall covers off 42 Sing the greet in falsetto stutter Amend the thread with a needle Aw my meme endy the kid grace Hope is dollars in a gif To be the dance of everyone’s taming State the modern in the classic reverie Its always the small things That total to something Endy the kid he’s making copies of Celebrities who will mimic his Narcissism as if it were their own Most chose to participate in this It brings some revenue in terms of Residuals long range planning and goals Increase kpi you You produce so you are produced Its always the small things that sum Metaverse no Candy there no for to have any real space Would be sense as augmented labor A fine-tooth bloom of comb rather Reels a spin forward we are here not Here at all art nor even the grimace Endy has beneath his oculus headset VR is the hoodie of your matrix scheme Why live out in flesh when curtsies are Ironic? You can be the electronic Signal in the circuit of your fluid Meat is better as a signal You don’t feel very friendly nor Aggressive its bliss of being 43 Removed from the world indifferent Why would you want to be different? Its never the large schemes that Bring reverb no the small Schemes reverberate more In shorter range. We is in a terrible computer generated Environment we is the avatar assembled From algorithm suggested addition, bent Into Spirochetes and random pirouettes Wedded to the fountain of random Plots and patterns. In person we is a bold crush of Torsos on the wave of human cargo We push across to slot viewfinder favor Between carbon-based life-forms We itch to know and grope But not endy no his world is Juice and speaking in tongues And he knows the small things Sum to large investments Even as his are wounded 44 Endy knows by not knowing Knows now the insignificant Are bestowed the clumsy mantle Of holding things in place It is the small things that total The insignificant that move the story along