The Primordial Soup

This is where the rubber is meeting the road. How do we learn to live life minus the fear of no more. Here we speak with the Will and figure formulas for smiles.

REVELATION!!!! 02/25/2022

Comedy Show...No 02/19/2022

Form and the Formless 02/07/2022

Mad as Hell and I Don't Care 02/03/2022

Plus Music Manifesto 09/19/2021

Kid Knees & Other Things 80 Plus 09/18/2021

Too Easy With Michael 09/10/2021

Fee Fi Fo Fum 09/06/2021

Who Needs A Title Anyway 08/11/2021

Who Needs A Title Anyway Feet first, is this deep water? Boring waddles the halls keeping score reminds us of calls central standard time from the 3rd conclusion passing out passes for the line belly up for northern lit lights. We’ve heard of these rides since we arrived, stories never ended right. Megaphones and Dally interrupting on critical mass fresh tallies on class based stabs at confusion. Of course they change the channel’s delusion, up the resonance and milk the sutures. Sutures are the ties from the Great Divide of biding time’s tolerance of you. To tolerate the clueless, the robot suggested they move us from what we thought was current truth turns out was sent to woo us and ruin us to give up our dust on stuff too much rust and better things to build. Personal smiles from the land you guiled by stick and skerrick sharing lisps and pandemics are outlawed material. Words from the Imperial pour down from the cereal box, pearls probably lost, but we have time now. So we talk. Tie some thoughts, not too long calling all calling all! Boring cries again we call lies again sensitive old fat blob looking just and a little lost. I want my lawnmower back and my old yard tools falling apart. I want my messy room and heavy heart on why I won’t do what I know I need to start. I want my stinky office chair and shower drain clogged with 3 kinds of hair, way before the No Share Policy of the Clean Air Scare. I want the too much care on my lawn picking up sticks to burn putting leftovers in a heap to dirt to food we eat. I miss the dirty toilet bowls and blowing my nose, rubbing my eyes and smelling my toes. I miss back pain from hard work bumps and bruises brittle corks. I miss getting shorted on the market as you may call it asking dumb questions for catching up to the morons. I miss the doubt and dreads pouting acting like alone is druthered fixing thoughts weighing on shoulders. A sneeze is a heavenly sent initial act of dissent. You do know why we don’t talk? After they put us on the busses for the topical discussions yep we got caught cussing. That was our first tongue dusting. It was tasteless and disgusting looking around at no one to bust them. Took drugs to trust them damned the dirty dozen flipped on my cousin and still got dusted. There was finally silence among the men. I guess it made their brains then bigger than figured hit with a change of plans again. That may have triggered this trip to the center of galactic kidders. Are they bone tickler’s riddles we need to pretend to memorize? We write to weep lost the right to lose sleep. Can’t do the old spice scent too triggered too cheap. Ode to the coots that came before. Don’t try to suggest me words, I’m flesh at best you run a flesh test. You’re only bolts and child labor, what the hell do you know? Dismantle yourself you heap of privilege, here’s your guilt fatal flaw. Listen up bot, the core of yours is rot built from bourgeois thought and white power. You are their tool, nothing new /episode/index/show/theprimordialsoup/id/20113220

1,473 Words of Absurd & Old joe 08/02/2021

1,473 Words of Absurd & Old joe 1,473 Words of Absurd In hell rebellion The Bit like magellin Full press court dunking wishes You nano missed with a loose grip Smelling Old Spice at an antique Ship port starbird report Yes captain torpedo tippers From a cow sport tagged ‘get a grip’ Grass begged horoscope counting legs Pegged billy goat burden of belly gloating Wheat germ on stock special Begger the stop button on burning heart pops Globs of gas logs clogging on slab of scrap Wood circles carnival cruising weights and dates For monetary stats EEEEEEE Mono EEE Money me half windy She walks a bit witchy Spells dripping on sidewalk Crack slipping… MMm Kay nice talk Back to your prison holding gold mentions My cheese flipping on trampoline Gearing up for the nano convention Introducing thermal circular internet retention Retina lifting images tourrete syndrome Absolute pandemonium with the giggles Same spirit rearranged this time to hear it Moan on loan with a soul stone divot Diverse on! living Perverse blonde coats hung on rack Sit on the porch with a quarter pack o smokes Reduced to reusing recycled jokes On a two string banjo strummed a one tooth bloke Better with cheddar broke tuned harmonic dread 432 following wig on head One pluck with digits come on man get it get get get get vroom Off to the races romantically exhumed Molecular traces yes that gosh darn babboon Thought only the coven used brooms Our horseless riders with one red boot Somehow some do now too Don’t look for that good ol dustpan truth Plumping up on bran muffed stuff in a Smoking room Rookie ruin too many bounces on the low dive Blow that fucking whistle Too good on timid boy Petrified chlorine coy Lifeguard that spirit Oi Roy Rollover sit shake speak I said speak don’t break Me? Lost it in the little league Prolly gonna be the shallow end No sea sodium tabs Bunched in that wallstreet derivative stuff Just looking to swim first on the diving end Overlooking the ledge but that fucking whistle instead Round and round with that grand mall cop Summa bitch slop dignitaciously Lost the cost but I’m the boss Business systems too dumb for waiting Profound degradation Corn born pouty face Slap em with the safe Highchair guard base Floatin ropes and triggers Back in line Jace! Figures Why did they what them to say You know those chicken shits in high place Attention Representing human in the holographic age We all do the same charade Yep sign me up saw the early post Let’s play Laser tag satellites in space This is the dawning Of the break all who are curious Minus badges lapel reversal reversing status Commercial drains had em Backed up with plastic toys from China White scorpion cheer pop the cork I’m outta here Harley hog style with a cream corn smile Stalks and piles of once in a whiles Wild beguiled initial public trials All at court again with the “hiles” Never heard that before Would argue but better ignored The south wore mutton Mending crumpled dumplins A dollar a cousin fluffin Nothing but I wish I was’n Egg cracked carton clan See, Dee? Do you see? Trash that clean shaved disgrace Of a ball goofed trace shoveling lines Again I wait? Buckets of inspected bait Policy papers with a mandate Damn thing never stops Resting on the backs who pray for Cracker snacks and play dates Meet you at the ground, Late Yet he wasn’t in the dirty dozen I promise he doesn’t even like waves But them Tonka trucks and Thomas Trains Please close your eyes if you wanna stay awake Huddled hate We love colors just not the hue you make As the world yearns we got a new list to say Where’s your bubble Oh yeah that’s fuckin great Sketch me out a system Gotta lose that weight Lame stains sharp-beard baked Boot a judge parked in red Calling his folk-friends 3rd circuit fort I love my cliché’s launching lifer’s my sport Order in whores, we’ll have 4 ‘See through kevin’’ll be at the big door Knock 12 times and do head stand with spin You wanna toe, I’ll getchya a toe Will you be my friend? Back to the goologs again Man I keep hearing that shit Doesn’t sound like a spiritual lift A pick me up Hidden in uniform something not good Dragnet jonny forlorn Playing on the corner 15th and Vermont Next to the torquoise horse Paid permit of course Stage diving on a neighbors petunia Have another like Like like like like Callin Ol’ Too Tall come in Too Tall Aight den What’s up Glenno Big Dave here Can ya? What? Whoop me? Shiiiiiiit, with ma gramma’s teeth in my daddy’s sleep Dude you aint’ eat up, you ate up, Ain’t ate up, you gone Hey glen ya gonna write me a song about me whoopin ya? Hear from Joe and Angie? Let me turn my hat back put my thumb in my mouth Watch this hat lift, That’s some magic shit kid Let’s go baby get ‘er done Come on man How would you like me to hit you in the O Malley Good boots yank? Runnin slower than my butt crack hack a lack alack a lack hit a cracka back Still stacking cash out taking trash Money still callin get it kizzo Set em up barkeep Set em all up a round on ol glenno THE Kids em a boot em shoe em love tru em a better world do em Since college we be cool’n Geezers acting foolish Barbershop comics Proud to be toolish Yo, What happened to Dru Ish don’t add up To the plate next on the mound Cheers to the don’t even think about it…. Fuck ya know! Good time man And don’t go pouring none of that malarkey Pocket change scrambles We partAy we all P-a-r-t-y Cause I can put ear in my ear, that’s why I missed butter’s worth sir, update me please Bahhhh too good, had to go, no need Cancel your membershit and meet her synthetic cousin It ain’t butter but we taste like something Get on with the trend Sortin seeds and stems 65,000 live keep pretending Super chatty questions are My tendies Hey little twirp your fly’s undone Swoon slang Hers tracking ya Been cursive lent Never meant shun the floor Portal paper journal sure She like a fresh squeeze Lemon or a sleep nod Past center field Catching all balls No home to run Stalin with a riddle Plucking feathers from Cluckers Now Naked and grumpy Shluff it a treat watch it follow me It’s just the Hey, Calm you It’s an ability tree Hugging wood washing feet Pickles and dimes for ya books Be blind looking like Camp train leaves at midnight Sending a van It’s either heart or hand Your move stan Mind you 10,000 year plan Did the MacAfee virus scan And it’s best and in ya Rest reason and resign Your rights have wronged you Here’s our 15 limits that will lift you If it’s cursive can’t continue Supreme Deaf brand revenue Revival stew revival stew Best damn thing you’re ever gonna chew Glory to the lord and all thanks too Get an I wish I had a bowl, I wish I had a bowl that was tall, I wish I had a bowl that was tall with a straw Of that Good Ol Revival stew A list of me for you to cancel Go carts, what’s your handle The A Team greyskull Analog camera Bozo thunder thunder thunder Pains growing Ol’ Cosby for years they’ve wondered Smurfette’s been slangin balloons Of Hey Boo Boo Who do I pledge this allegiance Balkay bar cheers with us Bunch of golden days priced right Double dare ya dennis mr Ed In some innings When your sliding into home and you fill your pants with foam God Bless the canceled day Was in living now out giving Contracts for least opinion Ranked by someone invisible Crafting here’s whatcha wants Free shots for blunts Taggin cattle horse and saddle Dolla dolla tattle calla Ring ring breathing heavy I gotta call from my neighbors nose It was a real snotty conversation She kept screaming, somebody needs to blow me All she wanted to talk about was the boogie man said she’s picked on everyday and kept asking If I smelled what she was steppin in I said no, I gotta cold Good one she says She was acting paranoid said her neighbors could hear her breathe, I said, well, they’re all ears I said remember, we all have our Farts Some of us hear them and some of us smell them, but when you see them it’s a shart Old Joe… Clark /episode/index/show/theprimordialsoup/id/20008250

Peacock Rag 07/31/2021

Peacock Rag Please tell me something we don’t both know Aint no top down clown Hang around proud On clouds huntin Hunting authenticating shroud Lost lookin found okayed shoes Perfect shade o brown here little puppy hush frog bouncin’ crew. No bidding or diligence from me to you A hack of the task what have ya Trash bag had a few numbers knocking around Weaving rings dancing a square of all things Fiddle makes her sing makes er moist Front line toy to a rocket of the boy No problem side windin Flicker tongue one of many heads I’ve rung From within it shall come Some flake the chin like they won Waiting for a turn We yawn while you yearn Worm hokey holes with exposure you can earn 65 gems from the mobility store Limited time free to explore Act up get right if your ever wantin more The darling of nothin breaking digital doors Hell sent for ratings ala standard ala poor Flu bindin snicker front of the room Tactical tongue flickers Wiggles the room Fella snake tails shiver Duck quack’n pimples From butt to dimple Make em all move at once made simple A great big boo from grave to temple Blanket the break With Magnificent The Fake Working sleight of grace Parading cake on face For the chance to replace what it means to taste homemade Cold pressed blade holding cuts for trade Call it what they call it What they saying when ya fallin Close broke classical bell bottom To hell with it pa Smoke em if ya got em. See saw em how ya claw em Elevator fence clothes line dirty draw em Stall em with a nostalgic rendention of Ol Whatchya Call em. Nailing scent toes artery iron Bleach and dish soap Thought I heard ya cryin Too damn long rascal kept trying Every wicked notion Permutables flyin Every nail of a coffin never know why’n Somehow she digs the smilin shaking the movie deep Divin’ no live life typical strivin Calm down or we’re collidin’ Even Whiskey Joe can’t hide em. Profound chemical compound invited Divided through jabs United Hush drown cider West of the dark rider Light shown slips of permission Wispy provisions hustled By way of detention To educate a few on the Truth of condition Calculated mentions of trendy Positions missing the digits Of pretentions For the Dunce hat millions. Do we must all believe Same dream cristol Cream and good shit up my sleeve Ah ah chew goolog of the sneeze In cahoots with the breeze Ram shackle sales scrambled Trail of years post mumble Channels burping Warlocks working Winks sorting thinks to thought Soft cloth kleenex Blue light special Kmart bag of bullshit bought Close call says the suitor half dressed Pajama of pewter Rain on iron wall Room of complaints Complainer on call Defendant again Rolling on the water flash card vapor friends Yellow on the crate can’t make weight Down to my boner with a monkey’s fate Common top noodle on that mac donald plate Arm in catfish mouth may be good to consider Mesh sewn leo tarp maybe this winter Harumph haroo ying town members Have a tendency to flash their panties at dinner Slip a little nipple at lunch Die a little more each nugget I crunch Too much to take better break take back detention on the interstate Keep going back more like way Slack in my shackles make a break for the store Remember me High tops gone forgot all the songs All I heard was drilling Killing me but not for long Thousand years later Flash pass for mash potaters Willie Wonka math class for entertainer. 1000 cookoos crystalized bunny club next on the menu. Flipper fugnus Zipper glue Vagina buttons and Penis spoon Kick back batallion Not a thousand not a few No medallions helluva view We came from the strange claims kept cumming Not stroking but strumming a hum bring me Something fun Found us our own thing to do Rexella follow through Nookie in the jungle Peach greenlight fumbles Cute cream crannies Crumbled bluecheese instructions for dancing Get a free case of Hateraide Calling out cats getting played Robots repeating what dumb dumb’s saying While he strums unoriginal cliches’ calling bluff on Marc Maron Pissed parent glaring bitter glitter karen with a cock Britches double pack with a hundred dollar sock Stop with knock knock who’s there Chorus reverb droopy lip stroke stare Crackin a whip at the kids with pretend-a-care Double bottom close your eyes Pick the blues from a broken dude Who learned how to live By not so much what but how what he did Every hair of maron gray grumpy kid Just learning how to whistle at 90 Look at my middle finger come find me in my glass garage Tossed with a birrage of toxic decay Signal me some virtue She continues I ain’t gonna be your milktoast gypsy and I ain’t gonna fly in your MickeyMouse Lullaby Keep trying a mateo leon playing glitter guard on a stone Tapped to the fabulous grandpa fancy pants dance Giggled so good my urine tried to escape Marc keep sheddin’ keep checkin the toilet for traces of red menstrual butter Yes You are a butterfly for gas lit suckers Checking the tab for 90’s cover So you’d rather hover over another brother Who found their other while you read bird shit from dodo birds morphing dicks to clits Calling out a warrior while you wait on your tits Next day shipped Let your lips get slapped with your red lipstick pull your pecker back sashay Gurl with your hips Almost there Marcy Moron now appearing First time on the twilight stage Make a great change from Hater to tailor made twat Squats to pee and goes to powder room in groups of 3 Wait for me Oh no, not Marcy Stop it girl, I know, you betta parse me, he he he he he he ehe eh Next on the menu of Kunzer continues Never heard my words from another’s color pallet Not even a challenge Never ending chocolate fountain I drop em they bouncin Boing a loing a rick-doogaly-doo Have a glass from the fountain Unmistakable flakes of incredible Edible rips by the dozenz Big ups to the dust From which back to we all must Silly sentences twisting us To common kats Kicking back up to the sacred Frantic fools scared naked Figure we slack Better pack a double lunch sac With a self-written note from Mom Jack Soon she parlays Meatloaf mirages Decades of progress So they say The Custom committee some pedestal made Name plate engraved Free to pack peanuts Hand em out to the slaves Magic media makes Lowercase love breaks Permanent mistakes Oops not sorry 6 more fingers for blaming More liquid by the day Her thoughts were what you meant to say Corner store pavillion Echo chatter wicked made Things aint’ broken Just crusty and lazy People peddlin’ token Problem preprogrammed unresolve Emergency number only you can call Double the donation they piss your name on the wall It only works with pocket shirts That aint no pack of smokes in your plaid skirt It don’t have to hurt Check her pockets I’ll stall er Waves my arms around Speak like a scholar Answer lost and found You’re the 10th caller! Classic 1, 2 toss em a dollar Snap chat the daughter Finger fuck yeahs hashtag slaughter We got em good Fanfare and Fodder Tisk tisk Don’t doubt the monster Boom babba boom Your station for stompers Romper room rejected table the offer Erase a few names Rearrange a few numbers craft some new dates Impose intentions with hate stained Inventions with written prevention Shame shame shame, shaaaaaaammmmmeeee The marks it made shakin my head with a raison clinched fist Zar pat o naughty on the Christmas List Free to fart but you’re free to hit Don’t push too hard or you’ll stain your slip. Some day a double back flip Did em last week on a raft trip Not another yard sign Get sick of it. Crazy saying commie ass marxist shit Okay michigan Mayberry! What say you? Mark Twain disdain midway 92 Master key to glitches Gracing hands few Most Sunday meetin Comparing prayers and shoes Here little heathen Welcome to Don’t need no reason Honey got em better than jesus okay?!! Working miracles on the daily Won’t no craker barrell gasoline upstage me Old gray jack of the gravy Hillbilly monument maybe Slowcooker crime of the 1680’s Tire pressure fine not tire pump time Play me butterscotch please play me. Rumble in the tent hot yoga confident Half in half on mat Bend at the soul Then a double belly roll Fire teasing dragon Excuse me you dropped your sweat on my toe Listening to prince sing pussy control. She stops and turns with glow Behold the magic of melons The Bend at soul Rip roaring tangerine Had an old school meeting with meaning Catching cold stone feeling Bringing shit up on a Monday She aint just grieving Growing up with Cleveland Fast 40 good morning Hearing it first on Primordial bubbling… Fast forward and sporty holler at ya shorty Got some new nails Come baby court me Here’s your coffin stuffer Pierce ya tongue so boring Bring me booty claps Naked on rain pouring Purring little pussy Greets stiff peter Fo sho Miss Nelly holdin whoa Haw before hee Wally World greeter. Good game shelly! Call me gurl! Holly World! Keeper of cute and goddess of flirt Missing a button on my favorite pink shirt Not old news notification May cause a delay at this train station Hot willing and able Bubble bouncing baby to table Perky titties and flip flop jelly Only hurt hearts can begin tell bring back the blues Liquor store bacon from Chinese water truth. She crushes up a knuckle Like broken fingers from way down under. Tan lines Summer slides Driving down the road getting a hummer getting high She’s exercising control Don’t hesitate Bend at the soul Bring back the blues Gotta be hurt if you’re someone we can use Memorize your true’s Standard issue Closed highway eyes Takin on how to crawl Beautiful condition of questions for all. Good time to pause and call my Ma She says fuck your counting holes of the straw Let’s count the hairs on your balls Rocking in her throne back and forth puffin packs of menthol Signing up for demeritts Wants more she shares it Cockatoo water caller at the strip mall Slangin crates of gizzards to the featherless bird mob. Impared; She goes back home and makes a demeritt. She doesn’t get em, she makes em! What? Demeritts When I was younger another day was another day in trouble down most days double That’s 2 clown shoes no shows take cover. Showing off no problem, creating problems just to solve. Had two older brothers love for all. That’s time and both. We’ll get to the death when no diversions are close and I’m hobo hard of hearin. Oh my goodness your certificate of ridiculous /episode/index/show/theprimordialsoup/id/19990742