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SIRI: Running errands

running errands








You racing like a moth rocker

In the Desert sand

Your mind is racing

And sell them up close

Look in all over the floor

To the side cactuses

But send him yes hand

In Mountain View does

This really was to be alcoholic free trip

To Las Vegas

Monterey San Francisco Bay

Chasing geniuses

Looking for adventure in the trips

Of droppings in New York

Was out of sight stuck

To the beach and shoulders offense

Santa Monica pier obturated

Schoolbags gingerbread beer

Hotel California

Sunglasses from Vegas

You sing you sent all

You ain’t shit with comparison

To this Ben & Jerry’s classes

From the video store

After a butt load of ice cream

California wars

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SIRI: Sense sirindipity

Do this cuckoo this is what I

Raby why I say read between

The letters it’s actually

Between the words but maybe sometimes

Hear their words are spelled in a way

That you haven’t seen before this

Is the Siri sections I’m talking poetry

To a machine this is what it

Makes of this jungle fever just

Dancing around the political

Machine the bureaucrats yesterday

This is all practice this is some

Serious business bombs are being

Planted the flowers and gunpowder

Be compared to two before and

Come to a sore conclusion

You cannot fight tears with either

One of them packs of cigarettes

Replace coffee replace to replace

Or replace love the cycle and

See you after second give coming

To get them known perfect I’ll see

You when I dream and dream a dream

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SIRI: Siri sexxy

Siri sexxy like six

with the lyrics like six in the movies

from Tarantino and the

rest of the movies

you can think of all the thoughts

in a different world on thought

you cannot fathom

parents into graspers

replaced therefore escaped

into the dreamworld

get them look

at the rhyme

all I want

Screamville I went

with Siri succeeds like six

used complex think movies

and like painful sexxy

is like 6060 in the dirt

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Note from Sasnak

Note from Sasnak [TRANSCRIPTION]


Remember the lights.

Last night can’t be replaced.

Be happy we’re still alive.

At least, I hope you are.

If there’s any hidden

Desires to finish the last

Of the OJ, be my guest.^

You know your comradeship [sic]

Is the best.

And M, remember the lights.

Your nicotine routine will

Be stuck in my pillows

Until we meet again.

Our conversations should

Resound in the *stars*


Remember the lights.

(^I’m never touching it again.)


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SIRI: Muse groupie

Muse groupie

Everything clear backstage

The music surrounds the music

That sounds as we listen to

These old action movie heroes

The drugs they took the girls bishop

Pregnancy they gathered all around

The groupies and the backstage gather

Around sceneries of metal poles

Black leather straps and sunglasses

That were Warren too many times

What does a bishop have to do

With this abortion is not a matter

Pro life promath her procreation

We keep on creating creatures

Of the devilish music this soundwaves

Inspire us to aim at making music

The groupies inspire us to aim at

Making groupies the drugs Rosetree

The music rules this is too much

In my head potato sacks sexy bombshells

Wearing blue tops bread tops pandemic

Got that pandemic

Apocalypse now apocalypse

Now we rocked the stage we

We rocked the stage we

Rocked the stage we

We rocked the stage

Ones I saying of blue eyes in the mood

Today I seen of decay on the stage

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SIRI: Betsy

I’m asking you

For that one drive shit

Love the streps bunny boots

Put is still on the floor

Of silk and spray with some loop

Need me down in this mess of

Liquid naming down real good

And imagine what I will do to you

Once I grab hold of your sweetie

Love handles my gun strapped

To my waist with 11 laces

Around the nipples and shoulders

Like a brace when I get

A hold of your love

And I cock my gun Betsy

To it that your mystery is

Unfolded on the streets

Asenath sadomasochism

White collars

Black ties green public sex

Or procreation is written

In the long run so violently

None so publicly announced

As politics if we wipe our arsons

With rotten tomatoes

And continue to love each other

Continue to hold on

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Syke siri III



The footsteps like

A ballerina’s

The biggest man

On earth better

Know how to move

Around quick

Stuttering is not

The right way to go

At this point

Cracks keep getting


And the most agile

Men among us

Hold their ground

Although it changes

Every 32 seconds

Or so

The giants claim

Their spaces but

Nature has other


The small, weak and

Big-boned kids

Make friends with

Giants and die in

Their arms in the end

The Molochs tolerate

The parasites for

Their permanent survival

Eating a fatty off

The shoulder now and then

While fending off

A rival

Giants jump around

And fight and lose

And miss and try

And die

Run into other towers

Filled with bloodsucking

Leaches guarding


Grounds. And they try

And die. Or sometimes

Hold their soon-to-be-

Divided grounds

In the peaceful back-

Ground. Meanwhile

The agile ones

Jump from neuron

To neuron

Surviving on a stick

Which they can make

Music in the nature with

But Nature has other


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SIRI: Rock silly

Rack to silk

From caterpillars

About to cuckoo

Listed a bronze

Be two movies

Into one gold and light green

By sending messages

Across to walk

From my Fritts

For my feet

Just took 4 inch by inch

Like a zombie cast

Was a spell

But there was no need

For me to be enchanted

By magic

Is right there

Love you ran across the beach

Like clouds to my feet

For the first I thought

I have to

To my princess

That gold kept

But once I arrived

She was gone

Me Anaparno

Of my Lottawatta

In which my sweet princess

Had stood

But 3 inches of my bloodshed

With bloodsuckers and 54 scars

Around the chest

Once again I fata morgana

Admit me to believe

That me to think I was saying

The idea alone a meeting

Saturday in and this one

Should have crack me

Where I exist

Love has died out

And beauty and blessed shapes and such

Are as critical as the still

Rutson feet I walk on

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