JohnnyCurcio

Written by A. Fields Performed by Johnny Five

From the vault, into the air, earth's germination supplants, so too, 'sup plants, with insects over bodies of water. Swallow, swallow, and migrate on the magnetic signal. Signal the welcoming tide. May time be outside our door. Leap, frog, over infant trees and then, as I land hopping, devour fertile insects land. From this we earn mettle springs.

Why do we write without any intent intended to render the tender we've spent on food for thought? Can you spare me your two cents? All of these pennies from heaven have petrichor scents. The brain storm rains down in a torrent of feelings. Intellectual property is ripe for the stealing and the fruits of my labor is farmed, yet unyielding. I do not need a hand. I do not care who is dealing. I'm still reeling from getting hooked by the lines that the others were baiting me with. They have wormed their way into my mind. Truly unruly school stoolies drooling over school bullies brooding and exuding false bravado foolishly and uselessly reusing old rulings of crude cretins seated in stations stationary for seasons much passed their prime for unknown reasons until they ripe from their trite brow beating needing to needle the needy needlessly stealing from the poor boxed neatly into unchecked boxes discreetly blamed for the criminal checks filling pine boxes for weekly news briefs under

The Golden King's throne Centered inside the earth's void Source of gravity His form is brilliant Invisible to mankind Creator dragon Dark King of winter On a black throne in the North Water and icefall Nightly appearance His form is mysterious Tenebrous dragon Crimson throne of flame Southern King of desert lands Master of summer Fiery temper Burning impassioned embrace Perfervid dragon Throne of emerald Entwined with lively branches East King of spring Nurturing nature Guardian of the gateways Chthonic dragon Throne of polished steel Set in the West forest lands Harvest nutriment Bringer of rebirth Sower of new beginnings Dragon of autumn

Tamalynd sought council from Kruna, that she might possess answers from the hidden spirit world and wisdom unknown. Kruna kept himself isolated near the pools of Sess. She would walk a full day before arriving at his home. He was brother to a tribal chief akin to her own, and some rumors persisted questioning if he was sane. Kruna's wisdom was vast and he preferred to be alone, investigating answers concerning life granting rain. Tamalynd entered Kruna's sparse burlap tent cautiously, unsure of how the reclusive bone shaman would react. Against all assumptions, he welcomed her in raucously. Kruna listened to her aspiration with focus rapt. The shaman consulted his collection of withered bones and conjured the knowledge of past shamans and tribal chiefs. His evidence was found lacking, eliciting from her groans, and in frustration Tamalynd stared at a gold relief. The panel was Kruna's single piece of decoration. Six figures stood under the ancient sigils of each tribe. They

There exists worlds beyond our own, home to beings not unlike ours. Inside dark forests overgrown, where a man of conscience cowers, rests beasts of every varied ilk and wanders every vagabond. Sons, set, drink deeply mother's milk surrounded by floral sites spawned. From the center of existence, jutting up from the Normal Sea, a dark summit of some distance stabs far upward accusingly. Stained by dark webs of crude cut gore, and promoting the thoughts of men, the peaks reflect forgotten lore until it is recalled again. Sitting complacent and quiet, in unmoving circles of thought, are those against lively riot who quell the righteous fight you've fought. They abhor the chaotic din of free thinking and expression. They invoke the right of censorship and employ potent suppression. There once came small rabble-rousers who in turn followed a lost child. They chuckled at their torn trousers and found her trembling threats mild. Her earnest resolve was misjudged to how far she would

Written by M. Hoppus, T. DeLonge, T. Barker Performed by Johnny Five

Oncoming thunder Flashes arching overhead Storms bring forth heroes Swords blaze with white light Footsteps rattle thunderous Roar with maelstrom strength Battlefields of Gods Layers of fallen corpses Humanity ends

My sorrow became And black was its existence Manifesting rose Tears of happiness Purity revives my heart A white rose blossoms My left hand outstretched Shadows dance within the smoke Comfort in moonlight Open my right hand Bathed in sunlight and ardor Innocence returns