*** Nobody felt right when the left was rightful tires were melting - new ones were frightful a fistful of doubts aroused all qwops -- about the burning question - the time to grow up maturing... but most are -- still chewing smiling nurturing lubricant lime oochies some rubix stampede -- but I refuse to retrocede Pros have been print and Prog follows Progressive Rap to fill the hollow shallow waters in the spine of vertebrae share some light - tame on the tenebrae one day I'll work until my infermity so I can't pretend to rap to eternity times change my friends - times shred and yes - now Zither is the new red Line seventeen - basically I'm rhyming sporadically - frantically illustrating thee all the prospects thy shalt witness the holy whole stacks holding - constructing the chassis of this argumentation - no fragmentation the topic right now is in fermentation stop frastornating - shoot off Onassis! So what's the meaning of artistry? it's the last true form of artisanry self-made gems by the same man of genious in this case it's me - 80C - I'm not vicious I shall be tenacious and quite harpous to counter off alienation - it's art's purpose at least for me - fighting the breeding bred which "beeeeeh"s - <<zither is the nu-red>>! Let's pasodoble let's waltz three on four is so noble so you praise the Doge doggy memes the Moige the twenty-tens were auster what's left to the posters electro-icons iconas a bunch of wee slogans Not as much as expected by historians <<It was the age of free tutorials>> but I'll remember this decade of decadence for martyrdom penitence femdom evanescense the decade where all the achievements were made vain if the requirements were left in the closet in virtue of bad habits - like spoiling the wed... Now let's dive down into the fountain the metaphisical Uri's Domain of old Memoirs and old rememberings let's begin the renderings...

*** It's a late rant a tale of fantasy I'm a six-years-old errant peregrin Let's roam through the foam of vapor with rope sword and a geographic paper and a steel shield and a magic mallet violence is so sweet when it comes to fabulae Hoo-Lah-Lah... my stallion is a five-headed dragon with a medallion the hood consists in castles the mission: get all the tassels and seize a blonde princess along the chests deaf dumb and blind with gigantic breasts according to Propp I am supposed to get in possess of some imposed object of desire jewels or tools My sire! Tomorrow I do have school! 80C go slash off the Ptolemaitics so useless ART the mathematics! this talking dragon ain't worth a lira it looks like being stoned on sensimilla the sibling lizard might seem tenacious but it's a crazy beast way too voracious it forces me to keep him breathing by wasting thoughts before the briefing Oh Rocky Toad - Oh Rocky Toad... Television - Television! Fantafiction and television! Television - Television! So veneomous is this Poo-Division! Remember me to pee in the shallow creek while I'm observing how Wopland got bleak five failures in streak I have stockpiled the sixth's my year and the miles alligned I'm sacrified - to child support I've been put on the world by a crazy escort that when it came to the mathernal part - she farted - it's infernal! so she put me beside a screen of plazma Your boogie man is called azhma so here's a controller grab the joyslick while I'm going to rub my alloypstick so I can look fashionable to all glands lovemaking - but not with my husbands breathtaking - my child-sewage I've been told to avoid the courage and initiative so one day I could turn in the oldness-stick a damerin turf further aggravated by the flicking fact that my dad all day was sleeping Oh Rocky Toad - Oh Rocky Toad... You play and delay your life with jollies! We want the lollies! Mass distraction and stress cyanides and Car Nithrites! Fast Harry Furious Potter Patakkas! Let's buy all the sagas! We're bred as glassy bell Bonzais Giammai! Banzai! and kept in chains we contributed whou - undisputed! to bind on ourselves - shut up distractor Okay - Eighty Cee All these factors must have made concrete this web of goo pretty discrete the actors change however the script is kept as ususal - hard to decrypt but once you think you'll eventually find out that the young is virtually chained to the older generation which supports slavery and incarceration the status quo is always preserved but mayhem is what those pounces deserve May all of them snort off their jejunum from nose and return - under Pandorum Oh Rocky Toad - Oh Rocky Toad...

*** Pouring rivers every summer are getting slurped by the cyanide heat and the locusts usurped the lovely fields which by now are sweating exhaust fumes of dioxins -- Amarcord I remember the vermillion apricoats the milky biscuits krumiris and mini-boats the maple named andrew and the azure sky now tinged like so with C.G.I. the smoke covers the moon and the children below whose hope now consists in glossy cellphones nothing less than discord wish the TinTins taking example from the Glock Pisin We're in shortage of copper water and sharecroppers and in a century's fifth we live amongst myths Buck Gangsta truck-nades the gas stale lemonade Sugarades a troits Pot filled Galouades Religion pyrithical all virtual no empyrical men addicted to beryl and women are steryl due to the tumours these aren't dumb rumours magic toads are untrouthful relatives are doubtful the clichés about previous decades are too tedious but I was born in an epoch way better than this wagon in mercy of bald vultures from salt-lake sulfures rags to riches thanks to tin Je no speak ze glock pisin I descend from farmers good folks euro garments but the establishment ancestors were pirates and incestors As long as the pitchforks and cast-iron ditch torques are collecting the dust for Finance's share trust there won't be a revival in this bohemian carnival where brokers believe that fruits are built at the speed of suits You credit-filled collars will burn all your dollars once economy is beaten because money can't be eaten your pride and intolerance your ignorance and colerance have salded in cement the circumstancies detriment that I've mentioned earlier so leave off your atelier come here to feel the poors' basin I don't speak the glocks' pisin Pouring rivers every summer are getting slurped by the cyanide heat and the locusts usurped the lovely fields which by now are sweating exhaust fumes of dioxins -- Amarcord I remember the vermillion apricoats the milky biscuits krumiris and mini-boats the maple named andrew and the azure sky I can't believe you made this world die...

*** We're being exploited - for our Younghood Y'all know we've been exploited for our Adulthood By the fiends who wish for us to be Locked on home - y'know I remember when I was a child by the seaside amid a mild desire of befriending - but messengers told me the sires would have been passengers stranger coetaneous of elementaries that was better than being sedentary as todays' society is a fossil of sediments where people pretend but don't share sentiments exhibition is so common -- that it looks like an arms' race on getting more - killing love on the way hey... It's Embezzal A Boys and girls seek for orgiastic but I wouldn't peek them not even if an encomiastic prize is assigned to such a task however most remain confined onto the desk selfish... and secluded since everyone is like so I am included but how can I go to whichever bar with my friends that after four minutes start to stare at their screens way minute without venturing further by a par distance - Adamastors on their heyday ...It's Embezzal A Back on the beach - when the mundial was to take place with Iracundia old fought anger - there was a pride of scouts who sought wild dynamite probably in the form of nipples waters were condensing in concentric ripples the egocentric were contemplating a brand new sport of slaverbating conceiving the partner as an extended prothesis in short an object - my hypotesis is that capitalism tries to seize its way to turn everything into a product of its day The passage for me was not traumatizing in the times of tandems trying tantalizing me with myths and demiurgic phobias about Cupid regurgit Youpong and ipo-noias I guess the others' trauma is derived from people whose reason is deprived they have no logic - only analogic stems of being human Spyros collecting gems and spitting hate and digging holes shaved is their skin and so their souls these are symptoms of Capitalade the epitom's called Embezzal A now I shall explain the tangled whool markets use sex as a propaganda tool in regards of the younger or oldies who are tender of being frauded into believing there are pre-quirements while their parents can't get retirements so sons are glued in this instability the Finance thinks they have some liquidity but no one gains indipendence and the market wants to keep this negligence consumerism is the drug color grey the active principle of Embezzal A!

*** Chapter five on former boy scouts far from being farmers but lobbyst krauts sniffing aloud smoking about falanges their drought hate sprouts clouds in flanges Grassy Jackrabbits in a sweet leaf affair vulgar and promiscuous like Harry the Hare HALT - parry Murray furry curry cockney hairy carry - snap it! what a brochure - confused licture Don't send a script - but a picture Fine - Imagine four figures yelling four absynth drinkers in a dun dwelling rambling on how nice Silvio is among coughs and coughs of Ventolins Kremisi Geminis and pitch black fetz Wannabe Wagners despising Jazz BLEEAK! - how malevolent violent in purpose and in the intents the barking tortoise won't bite a clutch but will raise concern and lotta grudge but they can't handle reins and staves so they cause strain and dolent raves for then dumping the guilt of misfit on unlucky ones with unfit identikit mainly to gain support and recognition from folks who wouldn't get ignition for committing such misdemeanors or mass murder - now the tenor mumbles about some burning treachery this reminds me of modern bewitchery and so you adhere to fear's stylemm Bleah! Yinz praise the Klansmen... I want examples - I pretend samples! Let's check my bookcase! Oh - The Alpi Veglia's Farfisaze You are going to jolt your temples Once upon a time from bowl to bowl ther stood Big-Bocco and a certain Paul the latter thin the former Robust hiking around between June and August in 2006 - If my memory is solid I were confronted by the Big Bolid punching me and another prisoner Did you mistake me for a missioner!? These socks aren't mine! Hoh Andrew! I think they're yours you pale shrew! Those aren't ours! He throws a punch and so I drank my own blood as lunch and so did the other - called Manolo scarred by chicken pox or maybe Variolo Variola smallpox from front to uvular then Paul held a knife upon my jugular I count until three - said the hash goat then I'll slit open your fleshy red throat These black socks reading John Cena's in pink capitals are yours of Manolita's? One - Two - Half - I plead! Screamed Manolo with tears like beads We were to be tortured when a drunken chief from another team nearly sunken down the cobble - oh - my attire I left my sock here with my cotton wire and so you adhere to fear's stylemm Bleah! Yinz praise the Klansmen... I ought to spell with Scientificance does this tale bear significance? By chance yes - I hope this parable will guard yourselves from the garble stuck inside the humans insights that make possible the worst of crimes the most dangerous realization is the institutionalization of hate upon some biased basis on race gender and social classes the chiefs in question have to cover their mistakes by fullfilling their lovers promising them changes in solemn tones but they want to keep their golden thrones so larger folks are instructed to loath the smaller ones - oh poor scapegoats...

*** Feel the flesh of the synthesizer we're heading down Hell's Geyser Satan's arrived - Angels have dried the Almighty stops his Land Hoover Check's supplied - the son has cried blood on the belt of the groover the skin of Christ woody as chestnut feeded the mangy mutt's mud glut which becloods the future's horizon the devil's worry is to bedizen her blood's flesh turned gristle to slave his remains at her (whistle) a thousand kilometers along the Moldrom a hundred years in the realms of Sodom through the motorway to Erebus with the Oetzis splurting pus ooze! It's such a disgrace for a drop of quarter It's such a disgrace you are not a daughter your hair is long cut your nails I'll cut your faringes you hung quails I've been hurt from both my parents mom's sport's box and dad's to harass the Italian hut is founded on abuse with the Oetzis splurting pus ooze Family is supposed to be demagocial instead it's hypocritical and scatological illogical decisions and connotations grow on the soil of the plantation kins' roots rot and stink of valium sidrum alchohol from the rusty solarium acquired brothers with whom you refuse the Oetzis osmosing pus ooze Now in Hell a law has been imprint by donkeys who deserve to be melted in pints now the children victims of divorce have to be split with the use of force bestow their days as long as sixteen between a flat and a second bones' cage you damn lawyers won't get redeem you'll only fuel our youthful rage in the booty land there's no heritage equal to the other countries' schemes social inequality and catholic hymns apostholic murder now fills the fistols get ready for the next familiar rampage matricide and patricide with leaked pistols and at times I'd like to kill mine for sure together the Oetzis splurting pus ooze!

*** I'm a lonely fugitive on a homely locomotive crossing River Ticino amid beetles Mosquitos its starking environment reminds me of ironing of sterling steel batons of the prisons of Papillon the rebellion has languished drawn polygons shipwreck your passion is extinguished and I'm on the mid trek Middle school middle evo with a Lady Godivo playing a fiddle and a viola slayed like Red Crayola the so-called alternative albeit seeming temptative is nothing more than a relic an impostor analgesic I'd like to subvert this lobotomized convent galvanized by fentanyl yet they rate me as an imbecil I've nearly broken my coronars I'm classified as abnormal on misconcepts of infamy I am victim of wizardry Are you willing to apology? have a sit with the psychologist I scared four punks with a hammer and now's my turn to suffer the kurd shrink is a Kapo yes Doctor Gestapo galvanized by fentanyl yet he frauds me as an imbecil Submerged by mound for three years I'd been bound in the shrimp's tentacles Bronze Gothic greet Ackles after this curvy curb roam my disturbance was foam just a fad not a danger anti-establishment anger you want to cure with poison druggy vials kept moisten it's like curing headache with a decapitational axe forget about clergicants spread love not chemicals Heresy and phrenology has been replaced by psychology to crush who's unfortunate <<S.Froid's to excommunicate he was a dement and an ignorant a nazi chauvinist arrogant who would cut every clitoris just to avenge his microbis>> galvanized by fentanyls Psychology is for imbecils!

*** Let's bash down the sinister stagists the first Polka song about dentists is bound to start on this transceiver about to emulate the screaming griever Setting's North the colon of Roma when I conquered my fabled Diploma I were compressed by my jaws' excess Gasp -- I must had had an abscess Odontohyatrics - immediately finance hydratics - quite lately the price to stress my oral cavity did not equal the service's quality I drove to the rot at the age of four and by sixteen I wore some ore my pulp chambers had solid steel pegs infixed in my veins grave like kegs were silvery corks on both my molars and I'd been derided by all the scholars this kind of hate is to me indigest do not wish to me what you'd detest and six years later amid frustration it was a wrong though operation done by a BEEP starving for cells to be spent for whole at the Seychelles Whilst she was cameling on LSDs the enamel eroded like the pyramids so in shook stupor my blown gingiva was spit-spitting vermillion saliva it would turn out that my vessels had shrunk in tiny bone tassels she'd been Stonehenge'd - the doctress was weary underacknowledged those geronthocratic aloholics are very favoured by Parentopolis they are reiterant - criminal tenents Ndraghenta flavored incompetents So I went back to the same studio and I found blown ostrichs on the rudio don't you know - said the hillbillies she's died on all the signs of siphylis Gimme a tax and I'll fix your appendix mumbled a bleached dominatrix I was scapecoated for her nursery still she wasn't capable of troat surgery but of forgery - and postponed grins how many doctors have to die for me!? two weeks later she crashed her Maserati and so did the sanity in the whole Lombardy I had at least to change region Cause Lombard doctors practise in treason sanitary service in there is nonexistant from Europe's standards we're quite distant Hyppocrates whould roll in his tomb if he ever knows of our medical gloom my own aunt had felt in this trap discriminated because of handicap by her dentist - violent and vivid she returned home with a violet livid I think this tonic medical dismay is the maniac son of the ethical decay While you laugh and chew the carrots you hope to be healed by magic Tarots or by haitian hardcore plant poo's chemistry or taxonomized bastardry while you're worried of vaccine's ergonomy Italian teenagers engage in lobotomy prescribed by doctors who love prolypsis Italian hospitals have felt in pieces! You wait for years for an auction medicine has turned into extortion I guess who's ill is cast out the freight and doctors kill them they say --- << such a useless weight for our slavist society>>

*** Puberty's passed replaced by bitter angst past regrets and moisten glitter I'm mostly ragequitter as a flat furry tasting contempt failure with curry yes furry - a faultery hamster I'm a useless weight a half bastard let's indulge in low fidelty nouvelty bloody raw like animal cruelty my hypotalamous is haunted by rats paint my wall with my mindly guts they slide me like a lap steel console breaking my nerves jumpin' like moles which then unwind in a carousel glide the joyride in a Louis Bunuel's scenario - involving a prison where moles get turds old ninety seasons seeking an exit from the torment -- to what an extent to the extent I wish to die I'm a virgin -- who cannot try Struggle Struggle Please don't strangle me Let the other ones live So live believe me Please don't strangle thee Try it - Try it - Try it I feel misplaced and quite cathartic I want to escape up to the Antartic or contemplate rape and infibulation many maimed damsels in my meditation crowd my margins erupting in panic how can one love the son of a mechanic errathic lone bleeding like Marat what type of guns you've got? so akin to the old French seafarers I translate revolution into mass terrors from help to hate from love to pride I'm getting excited by femicide now here I am gathering weapons daggers shells rifles and kevlars for the kittens about to taste my trepan it's a plot orchestrated by templars the boy's self esteem clearly sickens he went compulsive and the fog thickens How I wish a friend of mine I'm another virgin who cannot try Verse three is quite prophetic - In arts is called a switch of perspective I'm apologetic to the girls' account but let's climb into the bearer's fount my flowing thoughs resonate in emptyness despite being polite I'm mostly penniless My father got drunk on Heinekeins how can I love a boy if everyone is like him? oppressive, rageful - and insensible immature and greedy from A to Ypsilon it's a fact - boys have no feelings how could them if they hurt my siblings I want a partner - not a gigolo tropical who considers me only for the anatomical as when it comes to women they're always sexed she is the alien - hysteric and flexed in short I desire - an all-round companion who conforts me and shares his passion but as long as love is balanced on HIS side I'm a virgin who cannot try Struggle Struggle Please don't strangle me Let the other ones live So live believe me Please don't strangle thee Try - Try - Try But after the gig I don't escalade I'm going for a walk on the esplanade as I'm tired of threading these nasty tropes about our future I hold great hopes as long as the parts are kept locked away from each other in crates and docked there won't be changes acclaims or victory it always took two to make a missionary no shame no prejudice no foretelling always seek joy and never quelling Happiness and equality --- BANG!

*** Chapter ten or when the leeves broke dissidents saw the guns and its bad black smoke Welcome visitors to the dark triad digànmelo -- dònde desean que vaya? to a real prison thy shall be escort but first you ought to appear in front of the court of Assise - where Assassins unrepented are swiftly released and the count is resented as in Italy femicide is seen as damage to property or at most a bad demean humiliation - suffocation extrangulation dishintoxicperodixification and various parafernalia from the jurists badly hidden patriarchy to appease the purists is crime in Italy encouraged? definitively it is much like the demurrage made on the promise of chastity a slow de-evolution occouring in the vastity On Channel Two rising scores get aped The State would say it's nifty as rape! Hey big bad guys do you want to foment in regards of the poor hatred and torment? and resentments - and civil war? with Photoshop propaganda and a tritium core? for your bombs completely irrilevant slothful billionaires pretty vacant cunts haunted narcisists - closet naziskins with nephews in pop bands like Handuskin? alway put on the centre of attention maybe to relent and repel off the tension ammassed below your royal cushions is that the reason of all that Hashishons? take my advice leave the mice alone or we're going to eat you until the last bone atomic sisms are causing cataclysms Macchiavellanism is fascism to me With civilcide you jig and jangle from Tangas to Tonga closed is the triangle disclosed is the case and so is your gape kitch gnomelings who think so nifty is rape Charity Charity Charity and Charity do you inspire peace or salary inequality do you inspire peace in your televisions? you inspire passive consumption and submission you wire presumptions and imitation shake bake hate which sublimates in liquidation The powerful behaves as a Proxy Killer with sordid orders atop their golden pillar but gold and coins are not commestible they're only a cover for a commerce testicle who generates monsters and freaks on piles do you think homicide is all that worthwile? if a vessel has to go that one is yours before our one and this might sound so coarse but many laws in nature are unbreakable and so is Death but sufference is frankly unbearable your mere temptatives seem a suicide pact if you want to be loved it has to be for intellect aimed for peace security to take shape sweet like grape and not nifty as rape

*** Let's meet a damsel whose name is Lorella working class female Medieval Cinderella cockscrewing in two sizzling her tendons for a Barbebleu birdie bearing resemblance King Easter! Magister Dominae Narcisist Emperor whose register is urticant acrylic lyrics - a subdolous deviant - threating her daughter as the worst of servants -- firstly lurking laughter for his undetection strolling as his Jolly her creature's affection forcing Lorelei to accomplish his caprices bleeding green rot from all the orifices Boycott! Plot! Mascotte! Embargo! Embark on soldering then unload my cargo! Infarto starks with the bile of the Liver It's not a worry for - King Easter! When Lella divorced she became a defugee to her parents' tent and her mom devotee was cooked by Easter until the feral hymneys she flew TO Heaven through the King's chimney amid costernation she was not instructed when a slave is dead a new one is constructed so Lori's King Dad hyped digrignant -- with his narcisist spice with a dot of malignant -- by crying at the church - the excuse was religion with the expertise of an old cantabrigian the wise wild wizard casted emotive burglary toward town villards in an imitative sorcery in such a way that if her daughter refuted to serve him her reputation would be confuted by the folks - sharp tongue as a blister It's all a vogue for - King Easter! Why do you snob like polar pidgeons? Unlike rapmen with colorful videos this matter to me is quite heartly why must women be mistreated so harshly? Unabashingly I can't figure out why they're merchandized like a gum discount shall I pull the TNT lever!? Parental abuse is more actual than ever! worldwide it continues - Troglodithic we're regressed in a cultural triptic Family - Institution and yes literature! we cannot hold this rising temperature that ailments pride and problems hides risking to igniting a gendercide! Now keep swing on Jazz much kitcher It's not a worry that King Easter!

*** I've always wished for a world to sprout its seeds from the ground of the Earthly core but we have scorched in an endless drought gone were the buds and so was folklore before I unplug and lower this red curtain I'll sketch a reflection on the European burton that stretches the mizzenmast the rotten tripod badly curved and it has no truss rod the agrestic life financed the eighteenth century family but in the nineteenth evil machineries - nibbled the economy with fabled luxuries but the pseudosodomy already planned would soon consolidate your favorite thieves -- without syndicate and so there was a gap large as a canyon between two or three or four generations our fathers were unprepared for the stupor that would characterize the near future OURS --- hours incinerate same faults same errors - Here you Ape Nothing remained not even the stubble - I hiccup the West itself has collapsed in rubble blood is boiling along the wide brown puddle so acid and spoiled that it eroded the basalt We've been deftly running across all these epochs thru the obscurantism I still have to detox YEAH - so in discomforts you tend to leap on the monkey's tree your bent legs grip Do not hide in a bunker of concrete and stealth It's just the defiance of corrupt Media and filth hydro-cloric rhethoric -- sick and illegal to praise the Clansmen's Regime and its sidequel that chugs their thugs in a phantasmagoric fashion shrugging third parties -- without compassion driving people's wrath majestically weaven it seems private violence is domestically forgiven because bloodbounded are expected to endure just another number in the groups you lure your panthomimic decollage it's a suicidal parade idles change yourselves - or here you Ape Do you want to talk portray or maybe enact!? Oh Babe, you bray congregate and sleep in neglect! Yes it's true that consumers we have born but in spite of this we shall not be torn collective strong choices are indeed to be taken because there's no deity ready to awaken to occour on salvation with celestial intelligibility Shamanism it's a denial of responsability! Contact with people has to be rebuilt stop giving guilts and rebellious side tilts claim back your power - power of decision a right to work and live without derision the right to marry and have a house and children We don't claim millions but these needed features yet you confine them to a cell - cellphone pictures don't busk - WAKE - oh, what about me? Hmmm... I still wish for a world to sprout its seeds from the ground of the Earthly core to shade the fake anti-establishment drought where love is lone and so is folklore the Past is gone forget the rusty curtain Uri's Domain's a sketch of the European burton well - I hope you will find among these bars the coughing force that moves Makind and Outer Stars!