The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few

You ruin my moments
You pepper my pants
You stain all my undies
Your trash attracts ants

My stomach turns in anger
My bowels explode in rage
Beads of sweat pour down my face
Slamming my body with waste

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few

The pain and pleasure prolongs
The burps and farts shine bright
The churning and the burning
Lends regret to start a fight

A battle of the masses
A war for what is just
A reign amongst the heavens
Magic — wears no rust

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few A

Gosh I’m wicked happy
Wow I’m very glad
Woo Im quite excited
Boom! I’m feeling rad

Today, the day is my day
Tomorrow, the day is yours
Together we can prosper
& Journey to the core

My feelings feel so heartfelt
My heart feels heartfelt too
My skin is flush with Beauty
As we skip down to the Lou

Thoughts are pondered brightly
Rising toward the fall
Scientists strives for perfection
Questioning when nature calls

The world it has a sequence
The sequence has a dawn
The dawn creates the motion
The motion makes the call

The universe is heavy
Dense with old brush fire
The plurals are all singular
The moon rays trigger wires

The sign it is embellished
The symbol rocks the boat
The nature of the eminence
Births peacocks in pea-coats (and goats)

Rocket ship to the moon
Bent upon a silver spoon
Speeding closer to the light
Fearing foremost facing fright

Roll them dice, place your bets
Listen here, you shall not fret
Ride the train upon high noon
Understand the lunar moon

Surf the wave, stay afloat.
Carve an earthy well lit moat.
Light the path that leads the way.
Get lost in night, discover day.

Follow these directions
Full of abstract golden awe
Discover what you feel inside
Spread your wings and CAW!

Stay Raw.

Over aware
Under aware
I’m not really sure
Do I even care?

Top of the class
Bottom of the barrel
Who decides what matters
Is it all a random pile?

A heap of crops in sight
A herd of sheep by night
Where is the Shephard
Does he rule by love or freight?

Over aware
Under aware
I’m not really sure
Should I even care?

Gibber here. Gibber there. Gibber under every where.

Gibber my face. Gibber yours. Gibber along the friendly shore.

Gibber this. Gibber that. Gibber at the your first up bat.

Gibber when. Gibber what. Gibber that wobbly butt.

This is a Gibber. This is quite -ish. Together we shall have some Gibber-ish.

Eel Rrag - Hit The Ground (New track bringing it back to the FREESTYLE got my MOJO BACK)

Eel Rrag - Growth at a Constant

Freestyle to captivate the motion of how I am feeling x the notion divided by the square root of all that is here, minus negativity, plus “to persevere”

Faded, Faded, Faded.

That’s right.

Faded, Raided, Jaded.

Das right.

Faded, Baited, Crated.

Akrite.

Faded, Braided, Dated.

You know.

Faded, Gated, Elated.

This is it.

Eel Rrag | The Inner Role (Of Humanity)

“Deep TRUTHFUL Freestyle of LIFE” 

Make money. Spend it.

Make money. Send it.

Make money. Use it.

Make money. Abuse it.

Make money. Get wild.

Make money. Reconcile. 

Make money. Get it right.

Make money. Keep it tight.

Make money. Stay smooth.

Make money. Bust a groove.

Make money. You don’t know me.

Make money. Only honey. 

I saw it from a far. The forefront of my mind was tickled by time. It looked like a dashboard vision.

The brevity caused me to ponder inwardly.

Introspectively speaking, I dove into myself.

I rode the waves through the prefrontal cortex. I travelled as an electrical pulse via the dendrites. Neurotransmitters crossed my paths. Inhibitors whirled on by. Antagonists shone their light.

The space was like that of no other. The Gabba rose. The cortisone subsided.

A steady stead of solitude had been achieved. Inner tranquility was now a reality. 

Wrap some words around it.

Tie it in a knot.

Flick it off your fingertip.

Spin it around on a stick with some sort of twine tied around it.

Mark as your own and make it one of a kind.

Spread the soul of your touch in every step. 

Dance backwards. 

Wiggle sideways.

Zip expediently.

Roll trendily.

Create. 

RabiDdOgZz | Truth Be Told 

“FREESTYLE TO THE RESPECT OF WOMEN - LOVING YOUR BRETHREN AND MEANING IT”

It almost always begins with some sort of dramatic phone call. This is when the plot thickens. The story goes from some unrelated situation, to relevance in a quick fade out - fade in. The commencement is a microcosm for what has yet to follow.

Applause. Crowds cheer. The screen goes black.

Roll the credits. That’s a wrap.