I don't know about those fakers, and race car drivers, and Broadway writers, and the LA LAKERS, but I ... and I ALONE, still on the phone, with tech support, oh LORT, am the REAL DAN FUCKING SULLIVAN.
Sure, there are pungo-freaks in ALASKA who claim this crown. Don't frown, don't tear your gown, go underground, join my TEAM and our banners will gleam.
BECAUSE ...
I am the DAN SULLIVAN, I am the force to be reckoned with, I am your HOBO KING, I own all the bling.
I was raised by CATS, like furry brats, we ate feral hog, we lived in a log, our dogs lived in caves, they went to raves, they ate monkey soup, and then they would poop.
I am Dan Sullivan.
The REAL DAN SULLIVAN.
My heart is aglow, so all the birds know, I am DAN. I will scan, the heavens and the EARTH, to find men of worth, because I am DAN, and I ran, I ran down the street, I ran to my own beat, the treats I would get, the rooms I would let, the homes I would burn, like yuppie BRUCE DERN, I am DAN.
I own your butt. I own your beard. It's so weird. I am DAN SULLIVAN.
I flew the last jet. I played the last bet. The SUN will never set on, DAN SULLIVAN.
It is me. You can smile to the sky, for someday you will die, I am DAN SULLIVAN.
It is written. It is told. So BE BOLD and BURN YOUR URN!
Don't turn away, don't feel betrayed, your lands will be free someday.
Don't stop the fight, make haste tonight, chase down the ghosts, they know the most.
I am Dan Sullivan, I am the turtle priest, I have so much yeast, I'll brew up a feast, and then we can forget, we can heal, we can kneel before the HOUNDS, that live underground.
I am Dan Sullivan. I am Dan Sullivan. I am Dan Sullivan.
Walking in SECTOR-1, you better be carrying your gun.
SECTOR-2, is where you'll leave your poo.
SECTOR-3, a place for you and me.
SECTOR-4, you'll come back for more.
SECTOR-5, keeps you alive.
SECTOR-7, it's almost like HEAVEN ... but it's not, it's covered in snot, you get what you got, lies you are taught.
So I think it's GREAT, in SECTOR-8.
You're gonna be fine, in SECTOR-9.
If you arrive, in SECTOR-10, you'll be surrounded by men, with red glowing eyes, and fire blowing skies, and all this belies, a truth, forsooth, your grinding heart, is broken from the start, in SECTOR-10.
Sacrifice that hen, go to KFC, get yourself a bucket, say "fuck it", it's over for the lands, make YOUR STAND! STEAL A GRAND! BUY SOME COKE! Because you're broke, just a wandering bloke, no steak no sword, no bread no gourd, no salad no drink, WTF do you THINK of SECTOR-11? It's also not HEAVEN.
SECTOR-13, where all the food is green, the coffee really stinks, the oven is on the blink, you'll jinx your one true love, who fit you like a glove, you called her "butter dove", but she's gone, out of scene, in SECTOR-13, your mind is a fluke, she called you a mook, it's over in days, retract all your trays, and prepare to land, in the realm of sand, nothing can last, you're an outcast, in SECTOR-13.
With SECTOR-14, the diamonds they gleam, it's not as it seems, so get with the team, in SECTOR-14.
In SECTOR-24, you'll find a nice whore.
In SECTOR-32, your wold will turn blue.
In SECTOR-49, your father goes blind, your mother bakes a tart, it's broken from the start, in SECTOR-49.
There are weird travelers, milling about, they cry and they pout, they wander and wonder, their hearts torn asunder, a building noise, ushering the boys, to battle and rattle, in SECTOR-66, they'll get their kicks, their minds are free, their eyes can see, the gods are NOT kind, but never mind, your blood leaves a stain, so fly like a crane, in SECTOR-66.
And when all the sectors, in brilliant deformity, are finally clear, the crowds they jeer, so drink your beer, prepare the deer, season the STAG, you've broken your leg, and you are complete, it's tidy and neat, your army is beat, but the sectors are clear.
The sectors are clear. The sectors are clear. The sectors are clear.
Long ago in a land you know a man named Rudy did his duty fought in a war but his wife was a chore a real hot mess you could guess her name WAS BESS
She had a friend named Jody a rock-n-roll roadie always in her charms using his tattooed arms
The SCENE was set you can make your bets JODY has NO REGRETS a building sense of dread in that sinning bed one day Jody shot Rudy in the head
Rudy lay there cold and limp but a demon with great care from HELL rang HIS bell and you could tell Rudy was gone so long Mr. Scribbles is HERE!
LONG LIVE MR SCRIBBLES!
And from that day the children would say "go away" "go away" "try to hide" "deep inside" but the story lied
... and SCRIBBLES has arrived ...
Mr. Scribbles comes in the night Mr. Scribbles is ready for a fight
Mr. Scribbles walks real slow Mr. Scribbles knows where you go
Mr. Scribbles with words unsaid mean from the streets eating the dead it's okay he's unseen he'll be visiting on HALLOWEEN
Mr. Scribbles lives near the sea along the shore hard to the core bittersweet memories of every victim's plea
Mr. Scribbles is 10 feet tall he'll give you a call on the phone when you're alone and no one knows the firelight glows long after you are gone the song dies the flame lies you will be late for the charity ball
Mr. Scribbles he's always nearby with a sigh and a curse he grabs your purse he steals your phone and then he's there sitting on your throne
Mr. Scribbles he has a strange laugh it's a gaff a prank you think it's okay but then the sun goes down on your last day
Mr. Scribbles he likes to use knives taken many lives brought them to the dump like a lump buried in the fill and still he cries as the world dies and the flies and the blood and with a thud the hole is damp he puts out the lamp and it's "ADIOS CHAMP"
Mr. Scribbles is tired and sad he wanders the world flag unfurled mind broken just a token of regret you haven't met yet yet yet
Mr. Scribbles is away by dawn all gone forever walk he never talks he sits he stalks and he waits another week another month another year rivers of tears flow by he never dies he never lives he only gives one last kiss and an outline made from chalk
Mr. Scribbles came from HELL ringing that bell that Beelzebub bling "ding, ding, ding" goes the doorbell he smiles real nice he gives great advice he wants to come in he'll punish your sins
Mr. Scribbles is here for pain he's slain more than a few left them in the swamp slowly turning churning to goo a slew of freaks with cheeks red nowhere to tread just missed presumed deceased broke the lease on the house "what a louse" the landlord said
don't look behind don't look ahead don't look for help hear what I said
he's not afraid he has no loss he's the boss of the end he's a friend to the bat and the rat and the spade
Mr. Scribbles drives a nice van Mr. Scribbles eats from a can
Mr. Scribbles feels the URGE Mr. Scribbles is going to splurge
Mr. Scribbles grinds his teeth Mr. Scribbles is hiding beneath
Mr. Scribbles eats all day Mr. Scribbles has the last say
Mr. Scribbles is outside your town Mr. Scribbles wears a long frown
Mr. Scribbles carries a bat Mr. Scribbles will eat your cat
Mr. Scribbles had a nice wife Mr. Scribbles took her life
Mr. Scribbles visits your room Mr. Scribbles brings the gloom
Mr. Scribbles sees beyond Mr. Scribbles lives in your pond
Mr. Scribbles lives in your pants Mr. Scribbles is made of ants
Mr. Scribbles has one yellow eye Mr. Scribbles flies through the sky
Mr. Scribbles hides in plain sight Mr. Scribbles is stronger at night
Mr. Scribbles befriended your mom Mr. Scribbles is building a bomb
Mr. Scribbles does the bad drugs Mr. Scribbles has human hair rugs
Mr. Scribbles really loves SPAM Mr. Scribbles did 6 tours in NAM
Mr. Scribbles has blue hair Mr. Scribbles likes to stare
Mr. Scribbles collects old trash Mr. Scribbles will turn you to ash
Mr. Scribbles fought a bear Mr. Scribbles truth or dare?
Mr. Scribbles lives in your butt Mr. Scribbles is busting his nut
Mr. Scribbles is always sad Mr. Scribbles knows you've been bad
Mr. Scribbles makes a racket Mr. Scribbles has a skin jacket
Mr. Scribbles does not lie Mr. Scribbles will never die
Mr. Scribbles camps on the Moon Mr. Scribbles is seeing you soon
so try a prayer to some lame god say goodbye to all you trod pack your bags you're leaving CRAIG!
don't stop running he's coming now he's just a little late now he's at the front gate
he's inside YOUR ROOM settling gloom your last date Mr. Scribbles Mr. Scribbles Mr. Scribbles brings your doom
I am your VIRGON LEADER. YOU are my HOMEBOY GENERAL. WE RULED in the time of APES. Our hookers fed us grapes. Your ex-wife was named Mapes. Go fuck yourself. You are my friend. I am your love-duke. Don't get jooked. Don't get spooked. I am your tryb-king. I am monkey bling. I will not sing.
below that placid sleep so deep and cunning a squirrel running a cat carousing a wind through the leaves red dart fire heart our dog like a log stuck in the faerie realm near an elm by the sea can it be?
There is among the grass and woods barren look brown and yellow never mellow a Chinese murder hornet awaits so there is
There might be wandering the streets and village the lands a bear addicted to cigarettes a BEAR addicted to COCAINE TERRIBLY SICK and INSANE moving FAST LIKE A JET you can BET every hobo in their NOBO is packing HEAT it's NEAT how this BEAR shaping his LAIR as he cares nothing and moves with ease the LOBO bows the snakes hide the hookers run it's not fun when a bear is addicted to cigarettes such strange things and mysteries of SCIENCE might, could, possibly, exist do you DARE do you CARE about this BEAR addicted to cigs ...
I was walking home all alone on my phone talking to my gnome girlfriend and OUT OF THE BLUE a saucer, a beam, a scheme a JARRING NOISE OH BOYS we going to HELL ring that BELL creatures from MARS driving space cars drinking like LARS your friend from Denmark they parked the freak wagon on the lawn you ARE the pawn that's what I think I saw on the walk near the sea could it be?
I went hiking biking tripping and SKIPPING along the trails covered in grass and snails and there was this MUTTERING SPUTTERING SPITTING and grey no goof I'm no spoof I don't play golf so I'd say: "that's a fucking wolf" and your SHOUT does nothing go home you broken man kick your can to retirement it's a wolf with powder not chowder on his NOSE snorting and sniffing the dental cure not demure not gentle just ugly and addicted and hungry the COCAINE WOLF has ARRIVED you are finished take your bucket get in your JEEP the road home is steep and you are done no alarm but you are going going going to the "farm" all while hiking AMIRITE?
We went to the MOON we were brave no slaves allowed so proud of our rocket glory gory swamp pain SOUTHEAST ASIA gone insane poor in the streets cleats to the neck oh HECK we're no BUFFOONS our MISSILE ENGINES sweet and RED glowing and growing and going to SPACE amending the TRUTH standing in the BOOTH on that lunacy SAND you can't just STAND you have to JUMP for JOY! DAMMIT SON! It was fun ... (when we went to the moon)
My GRANDMA she says got some VIRUS from CYRUS the day laborer her eyes red face sallow grace disappeared a lace napkin covered in blood and cud and vomit She was ONLY 89 years old? TRAGEDY of YOUTH! ROCK THE GATES! CLOSE THE SCHOOLS! ALLOW THE GHOULS to abuse your kids out of fear freedom disappears for a "VIRUS" for a FEAR always NEAR one TEST away so you can say "My grandma was killed by the Covid." and rid disperse remove any doubt that the redoubt of your reason is not in season logic frayed mind slayed by PSYOP waves and fake ass graves and stories of death my grandma died of monkey herpes they wouldn't lie they wouldn't fib they're not glib or sly grandma died grandma died grandma died so keep your kids locked down keep the coffee filter on your face continue as a disgrace to the human pile no smile our collective trial ...
"grandma is dead, long live grandma"
"grandma is dead, long live grandma"
"grandma is dead, long live grandma"
that's what it is that's the story it's what I heard from some random nerd
And don't be some jerk about my literary work I live in the stain I've lost my whole brain I USE ROGAIN I NEVER SNORTED COCAINE but I dreamt of a rain that would wash us all away I'm okay ... I'm here in the present ... I'm mindful of the past ... Back in the day ...
I am centered ... My breathing is fine ...
Back up your trunk ... ba-dunka-dunk sklunk maiden I'll show you my junk ... Your heart just sunk ... I heard the clunk ... Let's find the BUNK.
I AM OKAY!
I WILL BE MINDFUL AND REAL! I KNOW THE WHOLE DEAL!
It's about ...
emotional regulation
EMOTIONAL REGULATION you need to keep that force in check oh heck LION ... You'll eat a cub beat that club unless you can regulate
beast man!
don't eat the baby! don't eat the baby!
BACK IN THE DAY, we crawled from the black, we nutted our sack, we didn't know jack, but we were okay ... 300 millions years to this day ... we lived in a swampy bay ... but said "let's have an HOA" BACK IN THE DAY a little ray of sun toasted your honey bun you are my honey bun biscuit never a trinket or triscuit a general strike so get on your bike amphibian MAN kick the can meet the toad take the last train on life's lonely road BACK IN THE DAY!
A long time ago as our people were on the go we leapt to the sky rode horses never died in the desert sun with laser guns having fun like OBI WAN back in the day when the world was still green your life never seen and a mean elf on the way it's okay ... BACK IN THE DAY ... BACK IN THE DAY ...
250 years passed stuck in the salamander's ass a demon named JOE too slow to stop not a cop just someone selling slop a slurry you eat in a hurry it's flavored with curry no jury will convict you're licked back in the day ...
Your soul blanket is a mungle toad
Tempest brings the GORLACK to the surface ...
The ghost jurist listens to the news ...
Blue bombers heading west for the rest of the treasured ...
September 11th is especially cringe, for me at least. I think about the MILLIONS OF LIVES destroyed by 2+ decades of the GWOT and now this IRAN bullshit, and, well, I just want to vomit.
And the best I can do, if someone asks, is say “just ask questions”.
And even requesting that people “ask questions” is now very subversive and it’s as if the “Holocaust” disease spread to other areas … areas that NOW cannot be questioned … like 9/11 … the GFC and TOO BIG TO FAIL … the monkey-herpes-covid of 2020 … 10/7 …
can’t be questioned
if they say it can’t be questioned, that MEANS you should dig deeper
The Alternator:
HONDA HONDA HONDA
It was one of those days life is aghast days our truck was moving grooving towards the stars but the cars slowed and dials showed that the electricity spectacular and fit on the fritz
HONDA HONDA HONDA
alas no more gas for the road slowed towed glowing light tonight the alternator it fails to fight
FIX THAT HONDA BUDDY cussed and creamed You were my power train hustler I was your blame wagon I kept the plane flying you were lying with the DANE
HONDA HONDA HONDA
I was stuck inside the wave you turned me into a slave I battled what I CRAVE you sent me to the grave but the FIX is in it's fine another dine and dash from the ash with cash and the lash we will fix that HONDA
OH HONDA POWERTRAIN
SIX HUNDRED BUCKS no fucks given we're livin' the true breed spreading our seed taking heed of werewolves and witches banshees and bears wolves and wonders all the thunder buried in the glass
BLESS THE ALL WHEEL DRIVE
the MEISTER the warrior the wizard of wheels handed my brethren his papered state we said "great" we went home LATE we didn't have a date so YES it's best and lonely before death but the wheels still turn
HONDA HONDA HONDA
the machine lives on
I met a monkey general at SAXBYS in Gerlington, VA.
He was eating the DELUXE PLATE of SAUSAGE NUTS and IRREDEEMABLE bleeding.
His eyes caught mine and I was done feeding this burgle butt sandwich to the vacuum artists and turtle vendors.
We gave CHASE to the MASONIC HOGS and won the battle.
And he left for France.
And I was condemned to wander these forgotten lands in search of peach mutton and fried dandruff soup.
And I stand for harpies and venison and fear.
And I serve the GUMPTON KING, in an age of meringue disgust.
If you are onyx stone standing all alone I ask are you DARK MATTER? you glance there's your chance to punch a white guy in the eye goodbye ...
goodbye HONDA
I want to drive around in the HONDA all over town and shout at the women going by "hey bitch, I just made you pregnant" but the truck must work or some jerk will pull me to the ground with the thud that's the sound of my heading splitting open and there's no more cope and I should have said nothing nothing but
HONDA HONDA HONDA
I am your timber forger. You are my rainbow queen.
I slept for twenty days. You gave me 20 lays.
HONDA HONDA HONDA
A WOMAN is a GERG-ZERGIN
She stands watch over the pot of shame
Her lame MIGHT outta sight oh HER MIGHT just go in the kitchen make me a sandwich
Hi. My name is CHUCK BRADLEY. I've been kidnapped.
I was taken from the PLOW. The bad guys have me now. My wife is a rotten sow. They burn my left nut. In my chest they made a cut. A gas I made from my butt. But ... I'm fine ... I'm okay. Thanks.
Hi. My name is Deborah Simms. I've been murdered.
I was standing by the gate waiting for my date he said his name was Nate I said "well, that's great" we danced the night we danced till day I asked to go home he said "okay" We arrived back at my door he called me a whore he cut my throat he stood there with that affect that gloat and NOTE I simply drifted away but I'm okay I'll be fine you'll be with me at the end of time. Thanks.
