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SIRI: Running errands

running errands


 

 

 

 

 

 

Blumstein

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: Flying dog 25

Son steps on the bag

Green grass is green

Right behind the biggest

And he’s ever seen

As mine waste left hand on that side

Right to the right

Time is a waste

Doesn’t Millhous those rules

And we know that you do

Those boundaries

Doesn’t know Skeens

Doesn’t know

The Manhattan elbows space

Doesn’t know when to stop

Doesn’t hear her whistleblower

He just being stupid bees

Mean I can practice before the show

This ain’t the movies

This is not the theater

This is real life baby

This plastic on your teeth

This is where you kill

People if you don’t know

When is what this is

When you get killed

If you don’t know what is with

This is retake a man

On chimneys crèches chest

With your helmet

Don’t even think please

Don’t hear the whistle blow

Don’t hear the man scream

Cause that’s what you be doing

Speak and then to explain

Thumping this of adrenaline

Me motherfucker I don’t bound

Eel skin true grit as hell

And his limits he has found

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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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SIRI: What is the bird

What is the bird

What is the bird

Has only two

Thirds of the left

Foot claw whatever

You may call how

Come he likes to

Walk so much how

Come he doesn’t

Fly the time if

This bird has only

Two Thursa for

Paul or call whenever

You call when you

Seberg how come

He sits in the

Tree so happy

How come you doesn’t

Five all the time

How come he doesn’t

Care she Jarrand

Size some more it

Will give him more

Rest when he initially

Suggests than it

Originally suggests

Was only two

Thirds of o’clock

This bird or Paul

Is better on

524 seven

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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

Groundbreaking

Crumbling

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

Bigger

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

Plans

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

Sound-to-be-divided

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

Plans

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SIRI: Back stroke

I slip into the back of your mind

I look for the neurons and electron to turn

Find there sleeping

I look at them briefly and then pick them up

Startup start playing around

Start discovering the girl about

Got some red ones blue ones yellow

Ones wind suits recolors

And one Lake fair

Actually shape reminds me to

Hard to give direction to these electrical instruments

But let’s give it a shot

I take out my feathers

The smallest biggest whips I can find

And take seriousness off your mind

Like a clown I

Jump around inside your brain and

Tell you to from touching me you will not

Refrain dear your arm electrons

In the direction of Milind

Tell you the things you did before

In the past that we shared together

Hot steamy asked romantic

As the agents explicit and graphic

Like ancient times and graphic novels

The violence will come later

For now let’s make it

Because I can present

In a farm not far from here with the babies

Are ISW into 77

Goodbye the back of your mind

And under you from my firm grasp

These numbers don’t seem

To make any sense at first sight

But what about the sprung

Are you back last week

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