Up and at ‘em.


Well… my legs are asleep, but my mind is afoot.
I can see myself somewhere, but I can not make out with what.
Because there are crop circles in my field of vision. Mm-hmm.
Who’ve had a bumper tumor harvest since the good doctor’s incision.
My heart is some carps who wanna suckle.
It’s a good thing I’ve got a googolian teats on each of my knuckles.
My thumbs are some seam rippers who are ripping at the seams of God’s great In-Vest.
It was sewn out of some time space fabric and I cannot wait to get It undressed.
Oh, I’m just a hair on that there chest.
I’m gonna shave myself away!
My nose knows what I mean so I can smell like what I say.
My orifi are WI-FI, plug and play, and pay your pal.
My prehensile eye-stalks are like a pair o’ scopes for Bow.

It’s sticky stuff that I’m made of.
I’m in up to my armpits.
My spirit is a mammoth but my body is a tar-pit.

I wear contacts with a GUI and a third eye patch.
A pheremoaning pollen pouch with a credit card appendage to match.
I’ve got retractable lotus petal cuffs and expanded bandwidth gain sage muffs.
5 Gaian blubber body buffs and designer scabs and scars and scuffs.
Man enough is enough’s.
I’m not inclined to blow my mind into all these exo-stuffs,
I want to unidentifiably fly with my object’s love.
I want to un-identibly fly with my objectives.

It’s some fancy shit I’m equipped with.
I’m done up to my tongue’s tip.
My Spirit is a gambit but my affects are just his card tricks.

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I had saddled my platypus and tight packed it’s rucksack with grubs.
Let spurt an “Invert is ahead of us!” and thumbed her red steering nubs.
Well, it wasn’t a minute past last when we left
that an opuaqey orb appeared just to our left.
She was gelate and jolly and _) (~) (Y) packed and deft.
The depth of her diction mixed/double her breadth like you would not believe.
M4: Here is your space to breath…
M4: Shall we proceed?
M4: Yes indeed! Proceed!

My platyl was shaken right down to its ASM as the whole of the enviro syncrorgasmed.
I was bucked from my stirrups, got stuck in her syrups,
and my BIOS got limpid in her glacial chasm.
I could not feel my GUI and Ka-blooey I was alive.
My Netscape bill was $19.95.
Far be it the boundary that our bloats derive.

I was whoaed as a symbiote.
A suckling data doter, cross-pollinating, hair-baiting regurgitote.
I repopped in a fray and co-opted a quick PK.
Well, who would have that my wife to be would have ever contained so much EXP.
She beat up my tongue and set my E-go-at-it free.
My language is livid in n00 living 2-d like you would not believe.
M4: She made my face to bleed, and then she kneed my trusty steed!
M4: This is sure not the wound on which we had agreed?!

In her it is a buffet. A bunker for brood.
What say you to you and this |3vstyy0vngd00d going and trying hard to…
M4 Spawns the 7Hz doughnut.

Apparently the orb’s IP address sources 2 blocks from my apartment.
I’m going to go outside and walk to meet her where in my heart went.
So I ran out and down median. Well, it wasn’t a minute past then when I’d run that a postman appeared out the oblivion wearing a blue jumpsuit, name-on-the-front with a big brown box with a lid made of mesh, full of platypus whelplings was shipped fresh from the Amazon.com. The d00d dropped his load and rode on, scribing in the hologlyphic transcripts: Recipient was gone.

Midwived, I arrived on my mission to a strange single story strip-mall partition.
The floor to ceiling mirrored-glasses glistened as I listened to the hum
of the cooling fan chorus which was chopping my mind to chum.
The flicker of 1000 LEDs refracted through the tears running down my cheeks.
I was deaf to my starving brood’s mewed squeaks.
I will sit here for weeks. Unable too speaks.

Sniff@myputridhavock.it.reeks.com (




For weeks he sat and asked, “What for?”

“Chumming the plumbing, that’s my chore”




Mo’Mobeekelah

I sat still, instilled with stillness and quite subd00d.
All of the sudden my surrogate subconscious spewed
a special somebody, chocked full of ‘t00d.
An Absolut ® stranger to this |3vstyy0vn9dood.
With 2 white masks and 8 black arms, a mimes in the mood.
Each one of it’s prehensilities drippy with fun I’ve never had.


“Mo’Mobeekelah!”
“Yr l00bed w/ Gnostigore ®”
“Oh, Mo’Mobeekelah, tell me what for!”
“Chumming the plumbing, that’s my chore.”
“Mo’Mobeekelah, I am sore.”

Nostrils, anus, eyes, and ears. Tummy, tongue and gums.
All full of the tenticultivated hated scums.
The senses are negated by the shit-stacked jet-black cums.
Egooey boundaries violated till the separate-self state succumbs.

Why? Because it doesn’t matter why.
Your fuzzy-scuzzi orefi are busy getting battered by it’s two way-up thumbs.
Who breaks a piece off in/on/out and through the lesser form of me?
Oar, is it you?

Out is up. Down is in. Just who is the daemon? How did it come to be me?

“Mo’Mobeekelah!”
“Now that I’ve filled you up, I’m going to let you down””

“I just feel selfless.” “You are quite a catch(er).”
“My egooey has felt really suet-slidal lately.“
“If you are thinking of committing suicide, that is a pretty good reason to live.”
“I felt like we were a body with infinite physical senses.”” 0|-| |\|0s, t|-|.4t t3|-| svx0rs!1”
“Haaa, look at my three!” “Three is the b00by for you n00b!3.”
“Milky!”




When your milk lets down. (instrumental)




The Lactical Song

When I was young, it seemed I started out suckling,
The milk to bring, oh it was mother's thing, nurturing.
And all the birds in the trees, well, they’d be singing so happily.
Joyfully, and playfully watching me.

But then she shook me away to teach me how to eat food instead,
meat that’s red, and dairy from quadrupeds.

And learned about a world where in I could no longer nurse,
It was filed perverse and defiled by the mummy's curse.


But a hope, it rises deep in me that I’m going to someday be a true mammalian man.
So I sing this ancient melody to set my fluids free and discipline my glands.

I’m working today on the option that’s natural, sustainable, and delectable.
We’re trainable.
Yes, a man can make milk if he is ready to see it through, then cheeses too.
IMAGINE Human Fond00.


So tonight, when all the world’s asleep, the Fond00ds creep into this parking lot.

With skewers, and homo-Swiss in tow and small cans of sterno
to heat each fondue pot.

Well out of a ford fiesta popped a nightingale.

A sprite female, with a small silver milker's pail.

And I knew right away that I would give her my best reserve,

A gorgonzer, with licorice and lavender.

"With a fine behind like that" I said, "you deserve a seat of sod,”

“Well if I’m odd then let me receive the FOD. ”
So we picked out a day in which I could lay down for her a living green fur,
and find out who's cosmicer.





My legs were asleep (instrumental)





Knife Games!

This thing I sing to ping the doom of this citrustial body in sorbet around the spoon.
Desert and death will be served up soon I reckon.
“So?”
Let’s go bacteria in time for some macro-seconds.
Everyone acts viral there’s no need to repent.
That’s a fraught gnosticklish spot that we’d best circumvent.
To sum it up let’s come up with a getaway.
Mother Earth won’t be there for your rebirthin’ day.
Go out weigh your option of adoption by deeper space.
Or, you could keep on shitting on the nest egg.

I say let’s hack the planet in half.
Her equator is perforated so this shouldn’t be a difficult task.
It’s going to be a lickety split end for every hair on our backs.
After we shave it all away we’ll have space to really relax.
“Let us hack the planet in half?!”

There’s a place in me where I’d like to go, and, you know, the soul bequeaths a UFO. “What is a UFO?”
(~) This is it. Hear we are. Hear we go.
We can reach to portal to the land of Cheetos.
“I don’t even like cheetos, yet, I can’t go back to nurse.”
“That milk now contains…mummy’s curse.”

I think Knife games will hack the planet in half.
Her equator is perforated, so it should not a difficult task.
It’s going to be a lickety split end for every hair on our backs.
And when we shave it all away we’ll have Space to really relax.
Let’s hack the planet in half.




We Understand

We here in PEWEP understand that it can be quite a taskless task picking out the perfect rebirthday present for that special Vector Equilibriated, prismic point of pure distraction from which all dimentional being is manifest in your life. Especially if that someone is yourself! This is exactly why has provided you with this witness entanglement oppertounity, within linear humanoid's tragic transpersonal trajectory. It is easy to try! Just start this album from the beggining and realize that you are T3h Bvstyou(vgd00d.





The Brown Eclipse

Everybody ought to share the same body, at least for a little bit.
Then, we’d all be feeling it in one great big emit.
It’s so easy to call it shit, but that’s not how I think of it.
It is more like a bridge, and the glitch is the glue.
The bricks get laid by me and you.
They’re made out of our britches brew.

I can feel it on my fingers. I can also smell it on my lips.
Today is going to be the day we see the Brown Eclipse.

You will see a smear appear adhered across the sky.
“That’s weird.” Which is cause by the heightened
cycles per second. There are somewhere from 4 to 7.
What happens is that the tides begin to pulse along.
Their sync to their clock-source is strong.
And you will feel their song.

I can taste it on my fingers. You can have some from my lips.
Today is going to be the day we see the Brown Eclipse.

Once that bridge is built. Over it we pass.
Fleshes all a’ wilt and bowels bound at last.
Oh, the hollow body is a blast!




The Expounding of a Green Moundling.

Girl, you’ve got some grass growing in your lap.
I’m the lucky sod who gets to watch you trim me back.
You could pave me over, but I’d still come through your cracks.
You’d be best to graze and just relax.

My green mound has it’s Pewep sounds and other little perks.
So, put my blade between your thumbs and whistle whilst you twerk.
If I get pollen in your nose, you can’t call me the jerk.
Your totally cut crew sure got to work!

When you agreed to host my seed I thought you didn’t know
that it is a mystic cataylistic field of vision that we grow.
If we work together there will be no need to mow.
This is it. Hear we are. Hear we go




The New Mead


I’ve got my new teeth on the teat. I would say “wow,”
but I just don’t want to lose my spot way sweet.
Suckling is incredible. Colostrum cannot be beat.
I’ve tapped the dual Womana pool.
I wonder just how long till she is depleted.


I got my answer in a hologlypic splurge.
Her mode was made known to me in a green e-merger.
She is like an orange that we have becleaved.
Her blood starts pouring and we are relieved.
She cannot take it for that much longer.
She’s going to shake us off her buxom when we’re just a little stronger.
Yeah, I’ve got a life…all because she dripped it from the nipple that I’m just about to bite


Once I do the d00d and becleave myself I can never go back. Never. Never ever.


I’m a robo-ogre on the wean.
You could say my undead wait is over but that would be mean.
So, we reconvene and recognize our recompensive poke and prod.
With a wee wave of your forked wand you open a gaping wormhole in the sod.




The Singulariteat.


Relax, she’s not with germs, and we’re not that type of a worm.
We’d like to start explaining and we like how you have started to squirm.
We’ve arrived to extend your lifetime and an invitation to e-merge here with We.
We’re a community.
Take a look at ourself and you’ll see we’re comprised of a google of elves.
Please join us in our lifestyle inane as we tap the synaptic Mem-brain®.
Thanks A lot. We’re the one.
Hey dum-dum, you can sit there and let your mom give you a spit bath or you can be
a hyper-d sort of d00d.


I tentitivly agreed to take the WE as my trusty steed.
My make now hyper-d and totally freed, I can sip the new mead from the place it erupts.
My hands have dropped the three of cups because lips are all that you need to meet the singulariteat.

Would you like to warp right to a level 7 body?
“Does that mean my veins get bigger?
Oh, yes! Definitely. A lot.
We will unclot you till your glandwidth is girthrageous and fantastic.
Your elastic nature will not go to waste.
You will beget a little taste of something differentiated from the psychi.
Know that the odds of this occurring were most unprobably likely.
We would like to welcome you with Pewep’s n00-D noobie light cream.
It’s arriving all around you as a foam.
Foam is my Om.




Jingle Nog. (instrumental)




A Pop-up Jingle.

Come to the elfin milk baths!
4 a soak in the Yang is just the thang!
Each one of our tubs is filled with a special formula of fresh Gaian cream and virgin Lon-lon colostrums which get your pores to shout out black-headlines from the future to read about!
Plus, members of the Faerie Loofahtic Foundation are on staff, to work with the undead skin off your back.
SO, Relax!

And to you wizards out there:
Worried about reduced Will actualization?
Don’t be.
You may have impurity build-up in one or more of your mana-channels.
Why not come visit our dunk-tanks for a refresh?
Trust me, your intestubes will attest:
The milk baths are the best!





Autovisceromancy.

Grip the sword and let spill your innard child.
The findings will be loose and intense, as you intestubes will attest to.
You’re a fine thing my little findling.
A twined winding from a fleshstring, or a flesh tubing made you a thing.
My 4th circut is opening into the chum-wake of your wing.
My mucus build-up became your lungs.
My shit became your little liver.
Go ahead, ask what you want of me, for I am daddy dung.
He said, “Go spawn that one cream river.”




Take the radiant yellow mana crystal from it's platylpuss-hide keeping pouch and, with a counterclockwise motion, use it to dissipate and diffuse the psychic debris that may have gathered upon your snowpea-pod gondola. You are about to spawn JAH's One Cream River. It is not hard to do, just hard to undo. (You are now using your right hand to fill out those W2s)
(instrumental)


Whoops!

I’m Snowflower the Ashley in a snow-pea pod gondola ti da,
I quiver as I travel the glacier cream river, which spirals up the scrotum of J4|-|.
Once I get there I plan to brandish my saw and harvest a pubic olive branch.
Then I’ll brand that wrinkled mountain top with the Logos of my Lon-Lon ranch.




Snow’s smote route.

On the way back to my milking machines and dunk-tanks,
I passed mammoth with flowers in his mouth.
I nodded and he gnashed, and a white seed streaked across the sky.
It splashed down ‘gainst the place between us.
Foaming and freezing and xpanding like a daemon tumor.
We were flash frozen by the flood as the nubbin I’d left went to bud.
A Snowflower wilts with a frigid Id.



Glacial Stasis

Look what my heart-felled feat done did!




I’m D’na…


I is worm holed up as a useless E-go-getter.
I, flesh's Idish self.
I, quite an elf-blood letter.
Bit depth is going deeper.
Antenna's are tethers.
I'm D'NA. Encrypted with just 4 different little letters.
Psyche type casts, it's spell bound.
The Selff is full of typo's
Sicko font-size that makes your crystal balls look like a light-post.
Who is a waking tar-pit?
Manifestered from your dream-state.
Oblivion was(is) easy.
Now you really ought to try and just hologelate.


I'm D'na. Crap, my code name! (WHATEV.)
I'm D'na. Map my Dough Mane.
I'm D'na. Tap my Mem-Brain..
I'm D'na. Slap you with my Junk ({man})
I'm D'na. App so inane.
I'm D'na. I Entrap and ordain.
I'm D'na. Ride the push and whoosh you'll get to do who your growing.


Cosmic angst at the dunk tanks.
Whine to get your head wet.
They who throw know their cheese balls. (Ishegaq's with headsets.)
If they hit and release you down into the Unknown.
Do watch out for the mystics feeding in the splash zone.


I'm D'na....




T3h Jvn|<!t00d of t3h i3vstyy0vn9yD00d

Guys, by listening you realize this very world which I must explore in just a moment.
I just must increase my bust.

Girthrageous Bloatsploitation: Is it just or is it so?
The 7-folded heavens hold that cold.
(just so you know, it’s called the tundra,
where the worms are white and the germs are in the know.)
This busty young d00d is so in the mood. So?
“Get on the God Damn UFO!”
If I believe it, must I becleave it?
Oh no, just let it go.
So devoutly devoid. The only thing form leaves me is annoyed
Denied, revoked, and belied. Oh why?

Oh why am I a junkie at? Trying to get my mouth around a neon football
when I am so big and it is so small.

Well, I wanna be Hyper-d®, but I’m not quite sure what for.
Would you please explain to me some D’s I should explore?
There’s; define, deform, depict, denote, denial, details, demote, defrost, deplug, detour, debug, demure, deez nuts, and DNA.
All these D’s that I could be and yet in actuality I am empty! Yet I know who I can see….my big veined bro.

Oh Conan the glow-stick barbarian, dance for me?
Does he go on endlessly only for himself or is it for we?
(Plus he is so big, and I am so small.)