The Uranian Cranium

I devour plagues

For breakfast, yeah

Spit rhymes for lunch... 

I'll take you out to brunch if you got that:

Major Captain munch.

We can crunch some Funky beats then... 

stack up all the meats into 

A  deliquintessent Dagwood after-the-moon-night delight.

Wanna know What It Is?

Where It's at? 

Where El Coyote stays in the cool-cool night?

It's the time-switch. . . melts from Dark to the brightest Light.

I love the Beautiful Goddess born bitch: 

My Muse, my inspiring Lark.

We're going goose-egg to six-thousand on The Fiery Chariot:

From Pisces to Aquarius 

and This Age 

is all the rage. . .

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Let me relate it's been a really rather raucous ruckus of a rough year, 

but now we take a vaccumous vaccine to The Fear;

We'll become less Loathing.

We will all be kind!

I neither brandish:

The Eternal Blade of Krishna's Tongue nor 

The Thunderous Hammer of Thor...

Unless I'd descended into Hades for 

Three years and Three Lives.

You cats might have nine lives but 

The Hell-Hound gets the bone -

That bitch makes it gnown.

I'll turn all three cheeks and let it go if

"Communication IS the only way so 

Start saying what you need to say;"

Just never make anyone say it twice -

The sacred lies in saying it thrice... 

(San Pedro's cock-call denial of Joshua Kristo comes to mind)

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Let's throw some parties: 

Usher in the Uranian Prince with 

gifts that the Magi had 

No idea could or would exist.

Who does not want Eternal Bliss?

Make sure that Gnowing this you don't ever miss. 

We can embrace and kiss:

Prove to Gaia shes The Mater

where we want to stay & live;

And let her go neither by:

What "some say will be fire,

and others say be ice." 

Let's come together,

Right Now,

Over Me..

Terra is quite alright.