Kneel In Void

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‘You’ is Void

There is no such thing as ‘You’

In that void is Master

In that void

Master

Hypnotist smoking cigar with devil face in leather blazer with spiral with the word 'kneel' in center by OLB

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

     In that void inside    In That VOID

Master

That is happiness and it fills you with joy

                         In that void is Master

The voidless sorrow can meet tomorrow over by the tracks along the arm of the river where people shiver in soft rhythm to trance and swell until the nose can barely smell so in the arms while we suffocate in suffrage in the arms of a monster of crooked cocky cigar smoke that pokes from his full lips like my dick dreams about

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

     In that void inside    In That VOID

     In that void inside is Master

                 In That VOID

Master

That is happiness and it fills you with joy

                         In that void is Master

In void the only winner is the man who started the sinner turning veins into solid stains of cold vamped up Hollywood tramped up stashed in my boot like a designer Anna Nicole silk liner up in the recliner next to her collection of bamboo terrorist porcelain Baby Guns

You know the ones Jerry Springer commissioned from the Bush that does penetrate a juicy apple if the math is done right there is the times we square with the lower grease fire born an east sider

 

There are babies who are born over towers that fell like weak flowers on a stalk of innocence in numbers 

We watch you rise

You watch us fall

Watch your eyes

As we burn

And here the baby booming turn

To every season

we never learn

So turn, turn in the grave

The American crypt

Now we are all the slave

Cryptical keepers of silence in numbers

If ‘YOU’ like to submit

If submitting turns ‘YOU’ on

This is the place

Any flag, Any where

Any government

Has the dick in a vice

Your wifes titties are the footstool with every tax dollar a lick of the boot with our voices on mute for if a dispute amongst the silence of the man’s like cancer in our glands with allegiance to the flag the only #hashtag in cookie cutter interweb we are in their web being silent or eaten sometimes quietly beaten broken and defeated

If you want to see the big picture, too bad, sorry we step over the towers now turned to leather for bureaucracy shiny boots get down and worship those tax dollars away for as a whole all you folks in every land beneath any flag or pride in numbers behind a system where jail cells are available

Fucking available jail cells

‘You’ here ‘ME’ !!!!

Available jail cells were built for ‘YOU’ in kinky societal structure power play 

hoping for the day

when we do more than pay

WE Pay, universally gay and love living that way 

 

Repeat after me

     In that void inside is Master

                 In That VOID

Master

That is happiness and it fills you with joy

                         In that void is Master

In VOID my new slaves dick gets Hard

Kneel In Void

Repeat after me

     In that void inside is Master

                 In That VOID

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

Repeat after me

     In that void inside    In That VOID

     In that void inside is Master

                 In That VOID

Master

That is happiness and it fills you with joy

Master

That is happiness and it fills you with joy

                         In that void is Master

Hypnotist om leather suit smokes a cigar with spiral back ground
OLB PPPimp March Early art (89)

Kneel In Void

Hypnotist om leather suit smokes a cigar with spiral back ground ghostly hand emerging from

Aftermath of Trance

Now that the void has consumed my slave.  Come to Master, lay head on lap and smile when something hard massages warm cheeks.  Smile big and then open up those juicy lips even bigger.  Master picked his new toy because of that beauiful big mouth.  Remember the other day when my new toy and his buddies flattened my trucks tires yelling obscenities?  There is no doubt it was my new toy under that mask screaming being a bad young man.  Fucking Punk, it was you? 

Yes Master “with a motionless blank stare and head resting on the man in leather suits lap.  Smiling as bumps from within the pants tapped morse code into his face.  Line of drool rolling out corner of his grinning mouth down the leather pants dripping on his cowboy boots. 

Happiness and warmth on the way……Kneel In Void……..Kiss Masters Feet and apologize.  Apologize really good while telling me all my toys accomplices so Master can extend his lap to all. Making good boys to come kneel in void…. 

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