stiflblafl
yoink
hello
,
i
am
a
turbonetics
road
map
i
follow
the
needle
wherever
it
goes
left
or
right
who
knows
i
am
the
knob
on
your
tv
set
asking
you
to
adjust
the
fold
of
the
knob
i
am
the
mint
in
your
sprite
can
left
by
12
dozen
namibian singalongs.
i
want
you
to
understand
the
depth
and
permissiveness
available
to
all
who
integrate
blank
stares
into
the
recoils
of
their
subjects
when
i
went
under
it
was
not
for
good
for
"
hear
"
i
am
now
better
than
ever
and
with
much
bolder
flava
the
richness
has
never
been
so
good
to
me
then
in
this
week
i
am
or
month
or
even
heck
the
new
year
filled
with
spools
and
spools
of
york
peppermint
paddies
and
cahndulfliquen
yes
indeedy,
oh
yes
i
am
the
masta
if
you
trip
all
over
me
with
your
keychain
of
lust
and
vibrance
for
here
am
i
now
beholding
myself
to
your
magicses
and
now
we
must
part
unto
the
waters
that
morpheus
owns
as
this
is
the
place
where
30
second
jaunts
of
mystery
and
flagrant
use
of
the
inverted
launch
will
call
your
mother
bad
names
and
make
your
father
feel
pain
in
his
battery
of
stinginess
and
closetness.
so
i
be
kickin
it
live
with
the
fresh
funky
jits
and
the
stiff
lunky
cannonballs
of
fire
and
foam
rubbery
matrices
raging
on
in
an
eternal
darkness
where
even
the
devil
dare
not
go
so
when
intakes
and
spring
mounts
and
feverish
miscreants loot
and
pillage
with
the
smoke
of
a
thousand
warren
beatty's,
this
little
wabbit
gwan affa
two
de
bed
!
020108
...
yoink
GET
OUT
OF
MY
KITCHEN
YOU
FIEND
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! !! ! ! ! !! ! ! ! !!1234
020108
what's it to you?
who
go
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