They say shamans are 

the reason we evolved

Sacred caveman 

that found the gap

 Everything gets old

What you wanna do 

Ridin dinosours 

Goin down in flames

we had the hots for 

all of it 

(don't remember there names)

it takes oxygen fuel and spark 

to make that engine go but we 

ran outta places to run to a long 

time ago 

Cuz everything gets old 

but that's all right with me 

right here is where I was always 

supposed to be

 Only  my motorcycle is perfect

God is a fucked up Puerto Rican

roaming the streets of NYC

Bissfully confused

INTERVIEW WITH MYSELF

 Q: Was Jesus a Time-Lord

A: Was and still is, greatest of all time. The true Bohdisattva

Q:Were you ever in Pune-Inda?

A:Lived and died there a thousand times. The night was filled with a web of jewels and black pyramids

The days were a million dusty ghosts of love waning and waxing opposite the lunar cycle.

Q: Did you ride motorcycles

A: Motorcyles were my mother's milk and man-made hormones. They are an appendage and chariot of dreams, visons passions and life/death itself. Japanese perfected perfection and speed. American bloodstream perfect oscillation uneven rythym of God. The big bang is every combustive explosion of cylinders firing on my Harley-Davidson. That shit is tattooed on my arm. If you think you have ridden for 1,000 years I've probably been on more motorcycles than you and more women.

Q: Is there hope for Earth

A: We evolved from the caveman...myriad of species. Created fire, writing and infinite structures. We reach for the stars. Aliens are probably us, a million or billion years into the future. It's us reaching for ourslelves. Gods creating Gods. Mother earth harmony. We are still in the garden. Hallelujah.

You get trapped in
whatever pattern you
choose

You always can choose
a new pattern

Which is also a pattern
that needs to be disrupted

You only have so many gods
and each one can only disrupt
so many patterns

We've all done the elementary stuff
fire
ice
freedom
enlightnement

Stop making patterns
stop making gods

For me and Mr. Fine

Whatever your holding onto
is the Obstacle

Forever Two Wheels but
there's something you got
to drop too

The bad trips and other
peoples riffs and the
beats they tried to
bomb you

With too much media
and too much mainstreem
dream for yourself
you got to
dream for yourself
son

YOU ARE THE ONE

The only way you
are going to understand
God is if you
Lose
Everything