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TITLE: MARKET
BY: ROLLING TOMATO

WE ARRIVE IN METAL HORSES
EARS PIERCED AND ATTITUDES
HUNGRY FOR WHAT THE WORLD HAS TO OFFER
THE GOVERNMENT AND CORPORATE LABELS
WARNINGS OF NUTRITION AND OVERDOSES
WE ROLE THE DICE AND TAKE OUR OPTIONS

THE MASSES, THERE ARE SO MANY OF US I THOUGHT,
WE ACT, WE PLAY OUR PARTS
CONSUMPTION OF SUBSTANCE, OUR BODIES GROW BY DAY AND NIGHT
THE PRODUCTS OF BELIEF, THE CURE FOR OUR MORALITY
THANK THE DISTRIBUTORS FOR GETTING THEM THERE ON TIME

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TITLE: THE TAQUACHES DOWN THE ROAD SEEM TO KNOW WHO I AM
BY: ARTISTICUS RIDICULUS

LET ME GO INSIDE YOUR HEAD , WALK YOU THROUGH
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE SEEMINGLY UNIMPORTANT

JUST WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME, US AND THE GOVERNMENT
MY THOUGHTS ARE ALL SCREWED UP BUT I CAN'T BLAME THE MEDIA

I CAN'T REMEMBER BEING A CHILD ONLY ONCE IN THIS LIFETIME
I FACE THE BIGGEST CHALLANGE TODAY AND EVERYDAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
MY FAMILY AND FREINDS HAVE GATHERED TO DRINK IN HONOR OF THE WEEKEND SEEMS TO HAPPEN EVERY SO OFTEN
THEY TALK OUT LOUD AS NO ONE IS LISTENING

I CAN REMEMBER LIVING AND DYING SIMOTANIOUSLY AS I WAS WALKING ACROSS THE BORDER MUST OF BEEN THREE MAYBE FOUR IN THE MORNING FOR I FELT THE DARKNESS AND THE HUMIDITY BURNED A HOLE IN MY NECK.

I HAVE TWO DOLLARS AND WALK BELOW THE MOON, HEY THERE MY GOOD FELLOW QUIET THE TAQUACHES DOWN THE ROAD SEEM TO KNOW WHO I AM.
HEY THERE FLACO WHERE YOU GOING NOW?
INTO THE DREAM WHERE I ALWAYS GO

I FEEL PLEASE TO ANOUNCE TODAY, TONIGHT MAY BE THE LAST TIME I SMOKE THIS CIGARETTE. EVER BEEN THERE, OF COURSE YOU HAVE.
AINT HAPPY TO BE BUT I CAN TELL THE TRUTH THE MATAMOROS, BROWNSVILLE BORDER AND DISORDER CAPTIVE AND REPRESENTATIVE OF WHAT CONSISTENTLY WE CALL HOME AND CULTURE HERE BY EXCLUDE THE USE OF WELFARE AND FOODSTAMPS AS VICTIM OF THE LAST, WHAT MAY I CALL IT IF NOT INCLUSIVE MUMBO JUMBO MINUMUS WAGEIOUS,
NO THANKS FOR THE WARNING BUT YOUR STARTING TO SOUND A LITTLE BIT NAUSEOUS CATIOUS AND COWARDLY DIVINE.
THERE FOR SENTENCING EVERYONE TO FREEDOM , HAVE A LITTLE BIT MORE TO THINK WELL DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU TWICE , PUNK WAS THE WORD, AND ACCEPTIONAL IN THE ARTISTIC SEMICONDUCTIVE WAY OF EXPRESSING THE HERE AFTER AND THE SUBCONSIOUSNESS BITTERNESS OF THE WORLD ,
YET WE THANK AND HOPE TO GOD IN BECOMING SENSLESS FOREVER MORE , YATA YATA YATA...MUST OF HAPPEN SOMETIME THIS SOON.
FOR NOW I KEEP THE BRUSH IN THE SUIT CASE FOR I AM PACKING FOR MY NEXT JOURNEY AND TRIP INTO THE PLATFORM OF THE UNKOWN.........