Video from the album Deep Scratch Remix.
Listens, looks
and books.
–Steve Fly #Beatbox #jammpro #VeedIO #Flow
Tag: freestyle
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What’s Up With That Remix?
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SQ – Freestyle 1
Oh my
Fifth wave coming
Still vaccinated, beats coming
It gave me insight, on site, on brightOmicron
Doubling like mumps
Lumps in the graph
Check the math
We’ve all got it
Minimal symptoms
Mild disease
Cough and sneeze
Some aches and wheeze
Less death, thank you please
Be careful, mindful, it’s still a danger
The others the others, on the breezeWhat of cosmology
Stars and such
Mind body speech
Ouch, give me a crutch
Thought as much, snaked lunchMutant breakfast
Muesli brunch
Feel the crunch of giants
Feeding munch
Seeding much
Weeding fields, leading such
Greed in power
Needing sucks
Forgive my simplistic metaphor
But it seems omicron is a 4/4 mix
Covid’s Greatest Hits
With a few new remix bits.
A new Amino Acid House
Sick house, bangin’ plague techno.
Wangin’ science, tech though
Half are right half wrong
Twitter twatter tipple thong
Nipple gate nipple throngTom Hanks in a forrest of ping pongAs the sleeve weaves hatrick
Shout out to Ed and Slash and burn bardiatrics
Hash and burn word theatrics
Back flip crash matt licks
Mash boogie sway hips
Fast clips
Flash lips, rose tips
Hose clips and nose ringsPhone calls and flow sings
Song bird and grow tips
As the crow flips
The tape drips the epl pipsSuction nipple clips
Pineapple sips
Bikini tits
Lamborghini twits
Flap a cap in yer’ mouth
Shroom cap, it just fits
Damn, I got a lot to say
I’m published but still the time fades away
Guns to spades and sleigh
Undergrounds the way
Borough after burrow to say
Just say neigh, brey and tea
V for Vedanta
C for Kant
Kunst for the people
Sea shanty rant
She shunty pant
Sex tolerant
Sex for the rent
Sex ignorant
Sax solo rant
Poetry’s a cunt
Poets are dicks
Egoist hick with all the best
Flicks and sticks stones to break bonesTo break balls and minds hearts and faith
To break logic and reason, love and hate into math
To bake cakes of despair
To throw carrots and cream up the walls
Scream and imitate the autotune of Cher
Bare buttocks and tight riggin’
Who’s awake, who’s jiggin’
Flews chicken
News ticking tock tailors buggin’Thugs out there huffing and thuggin’
Ropes greasy, the headz still tuggin’
Plug yer’ lug in
Slug yer’ left hook in
Slog the bowl, swiss roll, your bowling or batting
Is that a whig or matting
Trimmed beard like Mike Gatting
Tripple doorstep all the fat in
Spells in latin
Grammar stammer hammer astra
Gastricle dawn theory
Mourn Leary
Star seedy far freely
Blessed are the masked
As they fight alone
Individuals united by logic
To at least lessen the rabid foam
Rabid tomb, Reagan zone
Biden smiles, Trump gone home
Rump still rare
Bacon fat
Sausages still sizzling
Got a Clue Klux Klan
Rottenhouse, what about that?
What about that murder
This killing, those victims, these words
What of the unheards
The dead, the wounded this verse
The hounded and categorized
Dumbfounded
Even the donkey astounded
Coverse.What othering
Who can’t be bothering
Squintin be smothering
Sisterly respect, brothering
No lords, all human
These words glow illumen
Tapping chiefs and shaman
This not for money, I eat ramen
Real shit, soul drama
All on the line
Rhyme farmerSlime flinger
Time swiffer and dust muncher
Slumber jock cruncher
Kojacks I puncher
Innertube fracture
Traction by fraction inaction
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Squintin Quarantino – Oven Ready Squeal
Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temper
Turn time to tempo, praise Bon Po
Buddhist buddies come on, let’s go
Li Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip dropMurder most horrid Boris mutates covid
Killers on the loose, infodemic noose fervid
Truth’s not in news, chief commissioner of tours
Lewer and skewer fact straight down sewers
…We need more growers, sewers and flowers
Sewers in sewers and so on it sours (my taste buds)
…Flowers with flowers, word is born, spore spawn (I could flow on for hours)You want rhymes about me
What I do….what I see (fly on)
My opinion, looking through a dark-glass onion
It hurts to reflect, like hot crossed bunions
“Hehe, yeah, SQ’s a funnyion
Wonky sightsee wanky world pie eye on
Any dope shit I’ll be there like…(flies on)
Are you surprised hun, look to the skies sun
Rattle of raps, like a cow’s tongue flaps (pun)
Words get bended, letters they splendid’
I sit on your satire, as no pun in ten did (we mend it)
Hate, unfriend it
I’m going round the bend with the Zen end pundit
Lies, unfund it, Raab Convid Nazbitt
Like Norman Tebit, Mason Verger, rude serve it (room service)
Secret dis-service, church surface to air mad circus.
That smell cumming from the Bullington club
Like acrid sulphur shit coke from a spoonz pub
Tory stink toilet brick stank up the bog
Not a priti smell, cummings wreak of reek Mogg (false fog?)
More pricks than hedgehog, a tsarist tsig-tsog, zig zag tsog blog
Chumocracy, toxic crack rock economy
Hollow heart symphony, syphon off PPE
I’m with Public Enemy, “stay the fuck away from me”
Conservatives spaff’ cash and endanger our family
Bozo, more U-bends than Putin’s wife
Dither and delay cost 100’000 life
With a mouth full of fevers, empowered by leavers
His fowl behaviour, praised Trump as our saviour
Cummings in his ear, in his rear eye mouth
Follow that fucker and we all fall south (of heaven)
He’s putting Brits in the oven, hand over gloven,’
Ready mi ready, just cooked another dozen
Go tell your ma’, your sister and cousin
Squnitin’s gone cursin’ in wonkyverse versin’ (dispersin)
infected, with novel rip-rap-arona’
Injected with poets for a whole new personae (to cajole ya’)
rap-rona round the globe
Raw Joyce Popper poppin’ in yer’ frontal lobe’
Make laughter infectious again
Fake letter in fact a pain
Fact the pain away, with rainbow come rain
Babies in feeding trough, old forgotten, Gorbachov
I’m snookered at the turntable, Squintin like rack man in-off
Boom time for vultures, payday for toffs
I hope they all choke on kamikaze moths–Squintin Quarantino
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Squintin Quarantino – 2021 Vision
SQ, so what you ganna’ do
You believe in Q and I tell you that we’re all through
In the stew, I sue you like a lawyer, throw you in the dryer, prove I’m much flyer
Dug, you better dig like a dog
Sq alert and watching time like a sprung cog (nition)
Like a fly on a mission, squintin lamentin’ 21 vision
Build, lets get it together
I be hear rhyming all the time through the weather
Gags I gather, shaving no lather
My pants are leather, heart light as a feather2021, we travel to the sun
(more…)
Bring the beats from the stars home for everyone
We all got the lurgy, tip the ice-burgy
Beats make you boogie, gettin’ howser’d like Dougie
Revolt, like a lighting bolt
My tongue on twelve volt singa zinga see salt
Flash out the pan to make you understan’
Trump and his terror squad like the Taliban
Spies in the van, sir veil lance man
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Beatbox Juggle Practice – A New Focus
Today, I beatboxed and juggled in search of meaning and some flow. I recorded some snips for you to get a small insight on my focus.
Lyrics soon come. Stay safe.
–Steve Fly
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Cops And Artists: What Do You Stand For?
Dressed up like an outlaw from bottom to tops
Question authority, scrutinize cops drinking tea in my flipflops
It’s a day job being a bobby, you supposed to stop robbery and
Stand up for justice, not kneel on the neck, let’s discuss thisI ask all cops and bobbies to search their soul
To look into their title, their stereotype and role
I do the same as a musician and artist
I ask myself, am I lazy, contributing to society
What are my morals ethics and code of conduct
Just try to be nice, just don’t fucking murder anybody.
So cops hear me now, what is it you stand for?
The protection of people requires more candour
The origins of the word Police is polite
What the hell are you doing out there tonight?The Polis is the state
And the policy is the state, but
Polite is the plight of the people with all due respect
The people YOU are supposed to serve and protect
Just try and be polite when you break up a fight
Consider who’s bidding you’re doing
To be blunt, who’s agenda in office are you serving?
Who do you stand for, for who do you kneel?I don’t want to give all police a hard time
There’s good cops and bad cops like butchers and Taxi drivers
But now’s the time to stand up, once again, and shout NO!
There’s a clear racist agenda in many cop gangs
Let’s not escalate into pop-shots and bangsStand up and protest with us
Join the calls for justice for justice
Look your partners in the eye and talk about this
No, it’s not as bad as it is in the U.S
But all cops worldwide should confess
They distance themselves from this murder mess
Prove their benevolence and stand up
To a public scrutiny test.Like if a popular rock drummer strangled a security guard
For demanding he show his wrist band or card
Live on stage live on film, you might understand
I would write a statement on behalf of all good drummers
I would distance myself from this monster with a passion
This killer who happens to share my profession
Why don’t you, coppa?
I’d sit down with any of you motherfuckers over a cuppa’
We can trade stories, tit for tat
You tell of your terror and I tell of mine, how’s that?
We can trade footage of beatings, murder and crime
You show me your criminals, I’ll show you mine
Of non-violent crime, like growing weed which is fine.And what about the culture, ever thought to protect that
How many raves, festivals, and parties have you shut?
How many corporate CEOs, Royals, Ministers
Presidents and Tsars did you protect?
You weigh it up for me, I’m here twisting my drum sticks
Ready for your cop marching band of rednecks
Ready for your bullhorn with my mic, tongue flex.No violence just words and video and sounds
We do art battle, peaceful yet piercing
Not violent but inciting thoughts
Artists don’t need policing like the fans of foot sports
So celebrate your good cops whomever they may be
Just don’t show me Dirty Harry, he’s fiction from TV
I ask you again as I’m spread up on the wall
Cops, what, who and why do you stand for who you stand for?–Squintin Quarantino
30/05/2020
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Rutte Cash – Featuring Squintin Quarantino
Vocals recorded by Tim Egmond
19/03/2020Turntables Recorded 28/03/2020
Feat. Defari – Change And Switch
(Instrumental)#FlattenTheCurve
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Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought (Beatbox Poetry)
ErrorThis video doesn’t existFirst thought best thought is a method of freestyle rhyme. Composed for my blog: https://deepscratch.net/2020/03/10/co…
On March 19th I was fortunate to be able to record the words and a separate beatbox track at Ei-Complex studios with Tim Egmond. #FlyQuark
At home I mixed the beatbox and vocal tracks. Love, fly.Corona Cypher: First Thought Best Thought Feat. Squintin Quarantino.
Words composed March 10th, 2020. Amsterdam. Recorded by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex, Amsterdam. 19th March, 2020. Rough Mix by Steve Fly a.k.a Squintin Quarantino. Slice of lyrics…“…Make a new garden crew Do what you need to do to prevent flu Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,” Feed your immune system with funny thoughts Play mind games and put out doubt with flames Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates More toxic than J.P Morgan Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato From the get-go King Virus by contamination Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna Animal traffick led to… Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic Slammdemic dem Murder virus sound Kill that virus sound Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away? No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’ Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!) News and gov still manglin’ Vultures anglin’ Life lines be danglin’ Who’s who is handling? Ching Ming….CHING MING What good governance? Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming In Putin’s mouth Snivilization slouches further south No worries, it’ll soon come around Table turn around sounds fresh and loud Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart Stay one meter away and claim your space Make your ritual space in that place Surround yourself with good omens Cleanse banish power up be here now Wash your hands and then touch your face Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief Boost your immune system with some sexual relief No tissue, use a handkerchief Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf? Sacrifice for greener futures That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused? A death sentence for business The end of the dinosaur age is messy Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money Another bust boom bust boom! Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men Who do you trust? World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan International unrestricted finance capitalism Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions Gobble gobble gobble they earned it Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare You can imagine them looking into space From a Yacht, that stare No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart And keep masterbating Wankers against the second come-king You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread Who’s the illest now? Beat the virus Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go Don’t fight forces use them, Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive To produce white blood cells Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box. Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you Fight back with A G C and T It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up, Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations Yes we can figure out preventative medicine Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift Under mountain, glacier and pond Give us a hond’ Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me –Steve Fly Agaric 23. #DeepScratch #Plush
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Book of Corvid19 – Chapter Two – On Second Thoughts
Book of Corvid 19 – Chapter Two
Test of faith test of chest breadth and math
Did you see the cough graphs
Off the scale, like Novichok
Exponential growth like rice on a chessboard
It’s the morbid corvid curving
Carving marvel hero yearning
What you learning, yet concerning
Burning money heads turning tardis
Lockdown or not to lock down?
And look up world germ wordfareFly Agaric 23 medicinal prose chemically
Systemically microbially mobile and up your nose
Infectious like a mile wide smile of Spike
Skip public transport, walk write or bike
Pull down thy vanity
Incubate masturbate check your mate
Be concerned and keep sanitation tea topped up
Grow a tree, chop dub, carry water, sedate, it’s all good.With the gloves and masks keep your high tea fresh with flasks
The elixir pixar pixel pixie tricky chunky tangy juice under tang me?
If the virus came from Gaia, Pandora or Typhon
Therein lies the salve, vaccine medicine cure
Helena, Aphrodite, Prometheus or Athena?
I can’t be sure and to be Frank, this is a rhyme lure
A skewed dig in the typo-sphere
Get up with it, get clear, be nurse medic and seer
We need you now, put everything else down
Think about it, where from and where to?Get hip to the gist of the virologist
Make it CRISPR read a paper write your paper
Leave gaps in the text where you don’t really know
Be humble with uncertainty
That’s why good scientists speak in the language of probability
Perhaps maybe I guess who knows?
Suspended judgement is the key, so it goesLike a Preacher Kush, one touch and you fall to the floor
Or ass drunk crawling on the bar for one more
Like hooter polluter shooting Putin up yer snooter
You snooze while King Virus holds an Uzi to your snoozy
Better get the facts and sit down for some snacks
Pop open a ragbag of notes and hope the rhyme floats
Yes totes, don’t be afraid to use post-it notesWash your hands and squeegee your third eye
It’s still the post-truth era and pie still up in the sky
Ski with me through the valley of virology
Micrology and Chemistry, anti-bacterial terpenes
To grow corona resistant cannabis gardensGet smart and do the do due diligence dance
Watch the graphs and do the maths
We’re heading for pandemic panic
Don’t just keep calm and carry on, full stop
Cancel everything self isolate
Work from home and work on your home
Clear your head from the digisphere, claim your dome
Make the space place nice and fruitful
Work on yourself, check on the othersBrothers and sisters, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
Now is the time to self actualize and be that change
Show yourself as a force for good and be that warrior kingslayer
Topple and slaughter King Corvid 19
With foresight, more sight, the clock on the wall sight
No unnecessary journey, why go anyhow
Be with yourself and love yourself
Wank yourself silly
Eat right, talk true, be there, read and seed the new beginning
The after-math once the peak is passed
And the masks are offHold news media and the government departments responsible
And hold your friends, at a distance
With long stretchy arms made of foam
Either we all make it or nobody makes it
A global village has a responsibility to itself, like the market
Nothing alone
Self regulate and keep toxic bonds and Ponzi schemes banished
Power of immunity to replace missing community
Unity in solidarity in sticking apart
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Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought
Hi, in contrast to my blog yesterday, I’ve let my words fly in a first-thought best-thought cypher, to imagine a vaccination potion full of verbs and motion.
Soul vaccination,
All across the nation people been catchin’ honkypox (Honkypox)
When you get the notion,
Tower’s got the potion – you might look in to set yourself in motion.
—Soul Vaccination, Tower Of Power (What Is Hip)Patience patient paint that paradise
Dr immuno’ flow help you throw the dice, thrice
Who know what you think you know, let it go
Let it flow, spring come lift the light plant and grow
Wash em’ lift it up and push it up keep vibes up high
Planet spinning on its axis, rapid climate renewal
Quick death of toxic stock in fossil fuel?
Banking crash human race nineteen meter dash
French minister of culture cumming out with the rash
Johnson and Trump eye the cash king, econo-money over people?
Putin wins republican tory vote
Billions of particles dormant in throat
The vote spoiled crops and oats
Stop the blame game, same game, stop the wheels
Not with a bang but with a whimper
Better get a woolly jumper, spring has sprung
Equinox 2020 indoors tracking thought spores up walls
Banish fears and move forward like new years
Watch the fossil fuel weasels fight in their hole
Watch the Eagle, the Bear, The Unicorn and Vulture
Reach for the bowl, good for the soul and the journey
Euthanasia king now fight kapow
Hemp futures, plant a seed, that’s what we need
Fight greed with surplus, forests mighty string
Food fibre fuel, come on fool…I’ll be your mule
Grow that hemp for victory
To fight the king 19 viruses, microbial and global
Use your head heart and irises
Look, listen, shine glisten
Now be that change, stay in range, set your sights
Like Noah we move tongues to a new dark 3.0 cypher
“Oh no…” but stand up and face the music, don’t go
Be the forward thinking solutions oriented one
Like, ride your bike
Take a hike
Don’t touch that rail, feed the poor and make them strong
Look after your prisoners,
Hold your officials to their word
Wash your hands, flush the turd
Attention to word mind body
You’re not going to die be strong, hold on buddy
Here’s a hand not a head-in the sand
Here’s a jazz solo, a new album, a brand new band
Over air, sea and land, in hope you better understand
Rhyme can unleash endorphins
And endolphins swim with dolphins
Prose vaccination for experimentation
Try it, don’t buy it grow your own
Put down that toilet roll put down your phone
Wash your hands and put em’ in the air
Wave em’ like you care
Mash on son, mash on with compassion
Get your grow on, go on
Earth and humanity needs you and what you grew
Make a new garden crew
Do what you need to do to prevent flu
Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,”
Feed your immune system with funny thoughts
Play mind games and put out doubt with flames
Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite
Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates
More toxic than J.P Morgan
Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato
From the get-go King Virus by contamination
Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna
Animal traffick led to…
Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic
With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic
Slammdemic dem
Murder virus sound
Kill that virus sound
Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm
Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away?
No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead
Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread
All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once
A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’
Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin
Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!)
News and gov still manglin’
Vultures anglin’
Life lines be danglin’
Who’s who is handling?
Ching Ming….CHING MING
What good governance?
Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance
Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming
In Putin’s mouth
Snivilization slouches further south
No worries, it’ll soon come around
Table turn around sounds fresh and loud
Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart
Stay one meter away and claim your space
Make your ritual space in that place
Surround yourself with good omens
Cleanse banish power up be here now
Wash your hands and then touch your face
Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace
Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief
Boost your immune system with some sexual relief
No tissue, use a handkerchief
Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf?
Sacrifice for greener futures
That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused?
A death sentence for business
The end of the dinosaur age is messy
Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy
Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history
Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money
Another bust boom bust boom!
Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men
Who do you trust?
World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan
International unrestricted finance capitalism
Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it
If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it
A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions
Gobble gobble gobble they earned it
Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare
You can imagine them looking into space
From a Yacht, that stare
No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart
And keep masterbating
Wankers against the second come-king
Our leader’s Russel Brand and Milley Ray Cirus
You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed
Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread
Who’s the illest now?
Beat the virus
Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go
Don’t fight forces use them,
Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness
And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive
To produce white blood cells
Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower
Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower
Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box.
Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin
Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper
Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness
Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu
My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you
Fight back with A G C and T
It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up,
Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck
invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell
On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell
Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions
To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations
Yes we can figure out preventative medicine
Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin
Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing
Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond
From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift
Under mountain, glacier and pond
Give us a hond’
Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity
Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me
There’s no part of me that’s not of the gods, you neither
What are the odds, really, what are they cuddlies?
Who’s the patient zero breeder?
May the researchers find luck and perspire little
May the ancestor animal and insect spirits rise from this spittle
And bring the entheogenic dimension of love to our eyes
Love all the people, the plants and the flies
Take rest on your low points, take flight on your highs
Do art and dance, sing keep an eye out for all
Up there on the ceiling and above the roof from the floors to the wall
Keep death on a pale horse at bay
The return of the King
Who would want such a thing
Who wears the crown of thorns
What religious leader can end all wars
Biological peacemaker or lifetaker?
Poems dark turn toward scripture, tongues burn
A crown of thorns corona
The second coming of Christ, Koronagain
Judgement Day Coronopalypse
Convictions make convicts?
If you wish to put it that way and let it past your lips?
I say neigh, not on my watch, not tomorrow and not today
Pick any scripture, any month, any day and fire away and say
Any event from the last five years signifies end times
Judgement day, the apocalypse
World populist political surge and 2008 banking heist scourge
Economic corporate fascist free-reign, acid rain, Bottcher con main
Climate and environmental lies, deceit…
Take your pick…from the familiar terrain, stay rational
Don’t lose your nerve
Just cuz’ Christ wore a crown of thorns
And his mythical return to judge
Humanity does not mean
The Jesuspect Christereotype is guilty, does it?
Cleanliness next to holiness
From animal kingdom hunted and trafficked
To near extinction by an appetite for meat and status, meat death
Better get in touch with your immune system, direct line please
Hello, hi, hello, can you hear me, this is…..
Hello, hey, are you there, this…this is steve”
As I said, take those magic mushrooms, get up, get out of bed
Stand up be strong lead the way to health and fitness, break bread
Get ready to fight and to encourage others
Rhyme with reason be tough
Be brave write it out, fears and cheers together
The light and dark Escher effect
What happened to bird flew and wine flu?
Word flew, bird said, word stew, me brew tea brew
The vaccine is at the bottom of the mushroom teacup
With chunks of some Amanita or other?
Use mushrooms for good god damn it
Within the poison may lie the cure?
I’ll smoke spliff an’ listen to Rob Smiff
Love you, stay safe.–Steve Fly Agaric 23.
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See Also:
https://www.jstage.jst.go.jp/article/antibiotics1968/40/6/40_6_904/_article/-char/ja/
https://pdfs.semanticscholar.org/f685/c5844a712ce145a5366c97c42aee4c90deac.pdfhttps://foreignpolicy.com/2020/02/27/coronavirus-south-korea-cults-conservatives-china/