OZYMANDIAS.








…..SURE GLAD we buzzed OFF from that Egypt-Pyramid-building-psychosis and went HIGH-LIFE to Nubia where NOW, UN-heralded, I sing my river  NILE Song, drinking, chain-smoking under the Sun. A Song, long forgotten. A Song of my distant Fathers. Tutte pazzi, in Aramaic, or maybe Greek. .the words we speak. Yet! SURE GLAD! OZYMANDIAS, tutte=monde, no GREED. 3,500 B.C..HAPPY DAY!


And  our many SONS, now Kings of Cyprus, Crete, Ionia...I get messages once in a while. ALWAYS I advised them CHANGES COME...the Gods, or who knows, but take a care because Tomorrow, friend or foe never knows as  OZYMANDIAS, or where NOW my bones lay...beware the ICONS of Yesterday as a kiss upon your lips  yet can deliver U...




Naturally, ANYONE who Fucks with my SACRED TOMB, ETERNAL CURSES...their DICK will fall off, my GHOST will FUCK their WIVES whilst sleeping....and their CAMELS will never be Fertile!!!


OZYMANDIAS...has spoken!








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