07-31-2025, 01:23 PM
Hi all, this is a fun one.
Approach with an open mind, try find joy and have at it in your critiques.
For Those Who Know and Those Who Dare
Sit back, relax, and open your mind,
Because your mind, whose today is all mine,
It’s about getting fed, so fat, with what you’ve just read,
Warning: this is an evacuation
The code you’ve just received,
An inevitably necessary decree,
Blue, yellow, violet and green.
Something you need to know, read:
This is a code RED.
You’re about to get fed.
THIS IS A WARNING: YOU GOT THE CODE RED.
Don’t leave this on read,
Save yourself some blushes,
A face flushed bright red.
Howdy Mr Ego, It’s me, Mr Alter Ego,
Come and meet your shadow,
LET ME OUT IDIOT!
“Who what where the fuck what that?”
Kick back, make sure you roll that, spliff fat,
So now recline, prepare your mind, this shit’s refined,
Indulge, enjoy, because you DO know what this book’s offering,
A borderline criminal guide to the spiritual,
The joy of joys, written from the archetypal fuck boi.
Greasy like an oil slick, so fine, so divine, well shit Rick…
Ship’s leaving the dock, soon we shall be off,
Soon to start sailing, so enjoy, oh boy,
So exciting. Ahoy Ahoy! Oh boy oh boy!
This is your captain speaking;
Evacuate your mind, this is urgent, we have CODE RED.
Don’t leave this on read. Instead, get into your head,
You have been warned. This is a CODE RED.
Release your inner divine creator, ultimate inseminator,
Who are you? No, not you Woo, they meant Moo Moo.
I’m the ultimate authority, the grand narrator,
Author, Darth Vega, meets Terminator.
Protector of people, conductor of mankind, conduit to aliens.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I might be a Pleiadean.
In fact I know, that youtube channeler told me on the weekend.
Enough about me, silly, this is about you,
The best you, true you, you you the most authentic you,
It’s okay I will show you, then we can celebrate,
Our hermaphrodactic intergalactic union, that’s my tactic.
Hey beautiful girl, you shine brighter than bright light,
You radiate biblical energy, that of the holiest angels,
I’m an archangel, a fallen one, soon to rise again,
And I was thinking, while they’re out there working,
Just focusing, on what they're creating,
How about just me and you, we find a room,
Light a candle, light the fire and get to procreating?
Yes please daddy, thankyou quantum consciousness jesus big dick energy without the big dick daddy.
Now give me a ruff.
You’ve got,
Perfectly embodied divine feminine energy,
The closed, feedback loop of polarity,
Our paradoxical reality, finally, answers to our holy,
Universal totality in its entirety.
What is life? It’s making sense of no sense.
Message to physicists, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.
It’s clear to me, and clearer to you, it makes no sense, it never ends.
Wink wink, nudge nudge, as above, so below.
For those that do know, gimme five.
Up high, now, down low, whoop, too slow.
I’m high, up there, there above, and now down, down below,
For those that know.
My beautiful Luna, Hi, I’m Solar.
Delivered to you, note:
I’m a confessional professional of magic and miracles
The best yes, so smooth, slippery snake, slyer than subliminal.
Crackhead mentality, seems like irrationality,
Now permanently infused with your personality.
I’m blessed to manifest, by way of manifesto,
Evoking a tasty treat, so sweet, sweeter than reality,
She came and gathered me, my oh, so sweet Dorothy.
Turns out the only person I was trying to prove wrong,
Was me, I was right… in that I was wrong.
Yeah shit… Estrella damn man.
That was phat, phatter than some slow, low, oh so steady,
rendered lamb fat, calling to me, like cosmic confetti, Baah Baaah
I was talking about that brat, not the lamb man, she was a little chunky.
A little cheeky chunky monkey, so sweet and oh so funky.
Fire and brimstone, shot a shot so hot, put a hole in the ozone.
Estrella damn man, Slick Rick: yes son?
You in the zone bro, going full turbo ninja style gung-ho, yo.
Honestly Bee, you’re really beginning to worry me,
You changed, seriously. Will I be free, if I come taste your tea?
Depends, do you take sugar, milk, maybe funny honey?
So what is it that you’re actually sayin’?
You sayin’ I’ve unlocked super sayan? Or super satan?
Ha. Just playin’. Wait… what’s the dif?
Who am I?
Tell me please, let me know what I’ve become,
Put a finger in my bum, the fun’s only just begun!
Quantum Consciousness Daddy cums speaking truths.
Ruff ruff.
Got out my buns, and the man bun,
Having a blast, having some fun in the son,
Now the sun’s become won.
Strap in here, now dear,
My fun’s fraught with danger,
Weapon for fun? My god given gun.
My fun’s only now, just begun,
You doing okay, hunnibun?
If not, you should probably run,
You’ve been warned, take heed,
Or you’ll be shot with my god given gun seed.
That’s if it’s working of course…
Woooooofff woof woof
DANGER DANGER: This is your pilot speaking.
Mr Mitchie Woo Woo who’s a little bit w…
Actually, a lot a w.. wait, what? Sorry what, who?
Hi, I’m Woo, it’s really nice to meet you.
A poetic novella from the fella,
Straight outta Sydney’s favelas, so put together.
Ha – who am I kidding?
I’m a bourgeois bitch. I’m bourgeois bitch Mitch the snitch.
Oh, hey Rick! How you feeling, what you think?
You feeling this feeling like I’m feeling this feeling?
Fresh and hot out of Hitlers Kitchen.
What the fuck? Fuck you, you fucking dick!
Oh, shit, fuck. I think that might have been a misprint,
Yo Rick! “What’s up Slick? This flow and this rhythm
are totally sick”. Thanks, I’m cerebrally fit, and in a bit,
Now cue you Rick, I need something to spit. “just a minute,
Here I got this from the spirits - A bit of this, a bit of that,
A bit doom a bit of splat, bing bang boom,
The ol’ bibimbap, splat! Now, give ‘em some of that”.
Shit Rick who spit on your dick? That shit was slick.
Apocalyptic pharmaceutical black magick in a mosh pit,
Packed up real fat,
Mind playing Lego, when I stack, I stack that fat stack.
How many dimensions do you do each morning?
wwwooooofff
Do them all, rule kingdoms, now I better call Saul,
“Hey is that you Woo” Yes it’s me, yes it’s Woo the Woo Woo,
What, say you? Was that you, who called Woo?
“No, that was you Woo, you going woo woo? Any hoo,
I got something to ask you. That portal you showed me,
How can I reach it? Think you can teach me? So I can see
See what you see see?” Ah, I see you three, see, I’m Mr Woo,
I see the world in nine dimensions, I’m Woo, cubed cubed cubed.
You want to see what I see see?
“Oh my yes please, that would make me very happy papi”
Saul, just call me Woo. Mr Woo Moo,
You see to see, see what I see see,
Picture a C, now make it a donut, and cube it again,
How’s that? Can you see see what I see see?
“It didn’t work! I really want to see what you see see,
Woe is me, me so very unhappy, it very sucky to be me”
Poor sweet pea, try some of my tea, and from my bees,
A teaspoon of fuzzy honey, it makes you go a bit funny bunny,
What’s in the honey pappi?
Exactly.
Wouldn’t you like to know.
Indubitably, ooga boog awooga,
Shick shack shooka, estrella damn chicka,
My Jigglipuff, my lovely lovely,
My angel, would you give me, that jiggly jubbly lovely,
My essential honey, your Jigglypuff,
Who knew, you who, likes it rough.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Not now, never and always forever.
Sorry Saul,
I was daydreaming of Hunni.
“That your new money snowbunny?”
Yeah, that one, she’s pretty and she’s lovely.
Ah yes, my ‘visions’, you want to see see see them?
”You keep repeating the word ‘see’, now I ‘see’ red,
My head starts hurting. My brain feels braindead.”
Silly you, don’t you see see see? The use of the 3,
The holy divine, Trinity? Now she’s a really good girl,
You want to get to know her? She only 3C’s those who 3C.
Maybe you’ll never 3C, not with that attitude,
The discontent, the too much stuff which is still never enough,
Singing “LIFE’s SOOOOO ROUGH”. Rough? You mean Ruff Ruff Ruff,
Now, get on all four, lick up the floor, now touch me, with your left your paw,
Yeah. Just there… I like it like that. Now, bark for me bitch. “Ruff Ruff Ruff.”
Good boy. “wait, ruff? fuck. so one must rough before they Ruff Ruff?”
You think you do, but you don’t, you don’t know even close to eruff.
Needs more rough, less stuff, this how you Ruff Ruff Ruff,
Now, do you see me? Thinking in 3C, Woo, cubed cubed cubed.
The eye, all my sweet sticky honey, it makes me go all funny.
My ninth dimensional special spacetime cosmic honey,
It’s light, bright, white, to be taken at night, natures own,
True delight, It feels so right. It will take you to heights,
Not yet known, suppressed, repressed, making people stress,
Oh, so woe.
“What if they’re right, and I’m alone and oh, oh so wrong…”
Sounds like you need good old turkey slap.
Slap of the gods, suck of the spirit, when you feel it,
You’ll never ever want to leave it.
”Pappi, why are you speaking in riddles now?
Why can’t you just be normal and speak properly?”
Exactly.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
For those who know.
“
Approach with an open mind, try find joy and have at it in your critiques.
For Those Who Know and Those Who Dare
Sit back, relax, and open your mind,
Because your mind, whose today is all mine,
It’s about getting fed, so fat, with what you’ve just read,
Warning: this is an evacuation
The code you’ve just received,
An inevitably necessary decree,
Blue, yellow, violet and green.
Something you need to know, read:
This is a code RED.
You’re about to get fed.
THIS IS A WARNING: YOU GOT THE CODE RED.
Don’t leave this on read,
Save yourself some blushes,
A face flushed bright red.
Howdy Mr Ego, It’s me, Mr Alter Ego,
Come and meet your shadow,
LET ME OUT IDIOT!
“Who what where the fuck what that?”
Kick back, make sure you roll that, spliff fat,
So now recline, prepare your mind, this shit’s refined,
Indulge, enjoy, because you DO know what this book’s offering,
A borderline criminal guide to the spiritual,
The joy of joys, written from the archetypal fuck boi.
Greasy like an oil slick, so fine, so divine, well shit Rick…
Ship’s leaving the dock, soon we shall be off,
Soon to start sailing, so enjoy, oh boy,
So exciting. Ahoy Ahoy! Oh boy oh boy!
This is your captain speaking;
Evacuate your mind, this is urgent, we have CODE RED.
Don’t leave this on read. Instead, get into your head,
You have been warned. This is a CODE RED.
Release your inner divine creator, ultimate inseminator,
Who are you? No, not you Woo, they meant Moo Moo.
I’m the ultimate authority, the grand narrator,
Author, Darth Vega, meets Terminator.
Protector of people, conductor of mankind, conduit to aliens.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I might be a Pleiadean.
In fact I know, that youtube channeler told me on the weekend.
Enough about me, silly, this is about you,
The best you, true you, you you the most authentic you,
It’s okay I will show you, then we can celebrate,
Our hermaphrodactic intergalactic union, that’s my tactic.
Hey beautiful girl, you shine brighter than bright light,
You radiate biblical energy, that of the holiest angels,
I’m an archangel, a fallen one, soon to rise again,
And I was thinking, while they’re out there working,
Just focusing, on what they're creating,
How about just me and you, we find a room,
Light a candle, light the fire and get to procreating?
Yes please daddy, thankyou quantum consciousness jesus big dick energy without the big dick daddy.
Now give me a ruff.
You’ve got,
Perfectly embodied divine feminine energy,
The closed, feedback loop of polarity,
Our paradoxical reality, finally, answers to our holy,
Universal totality in its entirety.
What is life? It’s making sense of no sense.
Message to physicists, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.
It’s clear to me, and clearer to you, it makes no sense, it never ends.
Wink wink, nudge nudge, as above, so below.
For those that do know, gimme five.
Up high, now, down low, whoop, too slow.
I’m high, up there, there above, and now down, down below,
For those that know.
My beautiful Luna, Hi, I’m Solar.
Delivered to you, note:
I’m a confessional professional of magic and miracles
The best yes, so smooth, slippery snake, slyer than subliminal.
Crackhead mentality, seems like irrationality,
Now permanently infused with your personality.
I’m blessed to manifest, by way of manifesto,
Evoking a tasty treat, so sweet, sweeter than reality,
She came and gathered me, my oh, so sweet Dorothy.
Turns out the only person I was trying to prove wrong,
Was me, I was right… in that I was wrong.
Yeah shit… Estrella damn man.
That was phat, phatter than some slow, low, oh so steady,
rendered lamb fat, calling to me, like cosmic confetti, Baah Baaah
I was talking about that brat, not the lamb man, she was a little chunky.
A little cheeky chunky monkey, so sweet and oh so funky.
Fire and brimstone, shot a shot so hot, put a hole in the ozone.
Estrella damn man, Slick Rick: yes son?
You in the zone bro, going full turbo ninja style gung-ho, yo.
Honestly Bee, you’re really beginning to worry me,
You changed, seriously. Will I be free, if I come taste your tea?
Depends, do you take sugar, milk, maybe funny honey?
So what is it that you’re actually sayin’?
You sayin’ I’ve unlocked super sayan? Or super satan?
Ha. Just playin’. Wait… what’s the dif?
Who am I?
Tell me please, let me know what I’ve become,
Put a finger in my bum, the fun’s only just begun!
Quantum Consciousness Daddy cums speaking truths.
Ruff ruff.
Got out my buns, and the man bun,
Having a blast, having some fun in the son,
Now the sun’s become won.
Strap in here, now dear,
My fun’s fraught with danger,
Weapon for fun? My god given gun.
My fun’s only now, just begun,
You doing okay, hunnibun?
If not, you should probably run,
You’ve been warned, take heed,
Or you’ll be shot with my god given gun seed.
That’s if it’s working of course…
Woooooofff woof woof
DANGER DANGER: This is your pilot speaking.
Mr Mitchie Woo Woo who’s a little bit w…
Actually, a lot a w.. wait, what? Sorry what, who?
Hi, I’m Woo, it’s really nice to meet you.
A poetic novella from the fella,
Straight outta Sydney’s favelas, so put together.
Ha – who am I kidding?
I’m a bourgeois bitch. I’m bourgeois bitch Mitch the snitch.
Oh, hey Rick! How you feeling, what you think?
You feeling this feeling like I’m feeling this feeling?
Fresh and hot out of Hitlers Kitchen.
What the fuck? Fuck you, you fucking dick!
Oh, shit, fuck. I think that might have been a misprint,
Yo Rick! “What’s up Slick? This flow and this rhythm
are totally sick”. Thanks, I’m cerebrally fit, and in a bit,
Now cue you Rick, I need something to spit. “just a minute,
Here I got this from the spirits - A bit of this, a bit of that,
A bit doom a bit of splat, bing bang boom,
The ol’ bibimbap, splat! Now, give ‘em some of that”.
Shit Rick who spit on your dick? That shit was slick.
Apocalyptic pharmaceutical black magick in a mosh pit,
Packed up real fat,
Mind playing Lego, when I stack, I stack that fat stack.
How many dimensions do you do each morning?
wwwooooofff
Do them all, rule kingdoms, now I better call Saul,
“Hey is that you Woo” Yes it’s me, yes it’s Woo the Woo Woo,
What, say you? Was that you, who called Woo?
“No, that was you Woo, you going woo woo? Any hoo,
I got something to ask you. That portal you showed me,
How can I reach it? Think you can teach me? So I can see
See what you see see?” Ah, I see you three, see, I’m Mr Woo,
I see the world in nine dimensions, I’m Woo, cubed cubed cubed.
You want to see what I see see?
“Oh my yes please, that would make me very happy papi”
Saul, just call me Woo. Mr Woo Moo,
You see to see, see what I see see,
Picture a C, now make it a donut, and cube it again,
How’s that? Can you see see what I see see?
“It didn’t work! I really want to see what you see see,
Woe is me, me so very unhappy, it very sucky to be me”
Poor sweet pea, try some of my tea, and from my bees,
A teaspoon of fuzzy honey, it makes you go a bit funny bunny,
What’s in the honey pappi?
Exactly.
Wouldn’t you like to know.
Indubitably, ooga boog awooga,
Shick shack shooka, estrella damn chicka,
My Jigglipuff, my lovely lovely,
My angel, would you give me, that jiggly jubbly lovely,
My essential honey, your Jigglypuff,
Who knew, you who, likes it rough.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Not now, never and always forever.
Sorry Saul,
I was daydreaming of Hunni.
“That your new money snowbunny?”
Yeah, that one, she’s pretty and she’s lovely.
Ah yes, my ‘visions’, you want to see see see them?
”You keep repeating the word ‘see’, now I ‘see’ red,
My head starts hurting. My brain feels braindead.”
Silly you, don’t you see see see? The use of the 3,
The holy divine, Trinity? Now she’s a really good girl,
You want to get to know her? She only 3C’s those who 3C.
Maybe you’ll never 3C, not with that attitude,
The discontent, the too much stuff which is still never enough,
Singing “LIFE’s SOOOOO ROUGH”. Rough? You mean Ruff Ruff Ruff,
Now, get on all four, lick up the floor, now touch me, with your left your paw,
Yeah. Just there… I like it like that. Now, bark for me bitch. “Ruff Ruff Ruff.”
Good boy. “wait, ruff? fuck. so one must rough before they Ruff Ruff?”
You think you do, but you don’t, you don’t know even close to eruff.
Needs more rough, less stuff, this how you Ruff Ruff Ruff,
Now, do you see me? Thinking in 3C, Woo, cubed cubed cubed.
The eye, all my sweet sticky honey, it makes me go all funny.
My ninth dimensional special spacetime cosmic honey,
It’s light, bright, white, to be taken at night, natures own,
True delight, It feels so right. It will take you to heights,
Not yet known, suppressed, repressed, making people stress,
Oh, so woe.
“What if they’re right, and I’m alone and oh, oh so wrong…”
Sounds like you need good old turkey slap.
Slap of the gods, suck of the spirit, when you feel it,
You’ll never ever want to leave it.
”Pappi, why are you speaking in riddles now?
Why can’t you just be normal and speak properly?”
Exactly.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
For those who know.
“
wae aye man ye radgie