A MICRON

In the little town of Weighaton, in a God-fearing nation

The residents are paranoid of old Bob’s plantation

Jimmy had a sweetheart, old Bob’s daughter Mary

She liked to milk cattle in the pasture by the town mill

The two were ripe for mating but daddy wouldn’t have it

So Jimmy married Mary without her daddy knowing

The town was for the couple, no one liked the old goat

But couldn’t reconcile it, Mary’s daddy had to go

God and guns bring heaven to earth and hell upon us all

The reverend ran around him with hell and damnation

But Jimmy never wanted to go beyond the fence post ← orig line

They all went a following, a lot of awful hollering

They went over old Bob’s line, they never should have been there

Old Bob come around and, seeing all the people,

Finally he got fed up, swore to God and ran up

The crowd was all a wallowing, nothing could have saved them

They never should have trespassed, taught a lesson by a gun blast

(Into the ground, to show them how well his new gun shoots)

[Text just an email I wrote to bandmates, just to see how “rap” would sound here]

[Probably botched it, my Spanish became spinach by then]

Imagine being elevated up above the ground without a sound and suddenly it’s like gravity suddenly let you be – but not just that it let you free, but see, it’s like a spark then ignition, there goes the mission to the moon, but really soon, like eleven to noon, but without a boom without a crash or clack you’ll be gone, flown like a bullet through the room, till you be smack dab in space, a pretty far off place to laze and waste, ’cause there’s no chance to show your face and grace the populace when they’re all shot up too and screaming oxygen and food and water too, they’ll be screwed like you and me when we’ll be forced by gravity to leave this pull – we’ll be fooled by the

Magnetizational dichotomizational force

Make you dream your last dream of dreaming you could dream again

‘Cause the last thoughts you’ve got are just as you lost your footing

Looking down like a bird wishing he’d eaten his last worm

What do you think you get with people shavings to a magnet?

Siezing opportunity

The cronies opened up the door

To wind factories run by slaves run by dinosaurs.

At first disturbed by the interruption

They cracked their whips and whirled a fury

And then they blew the door shut again.

Smoorshum gnippirt – in the woods within

With insect song singing

Come down, get a grip, try to sleep in the tent

But the worms keep pushing up from the ground

They’re all around, they’re crawling around

Just singing in the rain

With a big ol’ doobie in my hand

Just singing in the rain

With a big ol’ doob

[Must find origoš for rest]

I like to go along the side

The gargled sound’s not amplified

There’s not much smell that you can tell

And much less splash to be repelled

All around the world is colorful

Though brown is understandable

But this place here is quite unique

With bright greens blues purples and pink – orange and pink?!

The morning of the dewdrops fell

This is the toilet bowl to Hell

Time’s split to pieces – what’s fluidity?

All Xeno’s tempos – rhythm of the wave

Carries me until – I miss a beat

And synch out past time – I’ve been collapsed

Describe the function with respect to time

Differentiate, find the tangent line

As x approaches infinity

Continuity removable

The empirical evidence of the empire of

Consciousness and existence suggests that

Round and square are bound and share around

The same amount of ground to where

A wave of say sound or light transmitted through

A medium can be an analog signal

And with quantum fluctuations also be digital.

Something’s got me thinking about how it’s supposed to be

Every day keeps passing, when will it come for me

But I keep holding on to that special touch

You may not even notice you’ve got me in your clutch