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11 years назад
steady flow atop the eye of injustice, tears flow fluent as our mind's seek hospice. although the illusion is all but confusion, layers parallel memory we are using. stand your ground, fight fire with fire. alter destiny to your highest desire. im a lit fuse, ignore the bullshit i cant refuse.i have to defuse, sit and think because i think im losin it. the part of life that is purposeless in this world of a play ground. i skip, sing, and think profound. i used to consume by the pound, but now im grounded in found at the bottom of the ocean drowned. i don't sound crazy but I am - lazy whose chooses hazy over fugazi, maybe, its today B, my dreamt fate, planted seeds n they germ'd quick. hit the sun n flower's pricked, wounds stitched, scratch itched, dick licked, hearts missed, future decisions in the moment you must not listen, intuition is an expert level mission, set on easy for soaring through the gate of quick admission. all we need is sitting eating breathing, but healthily be'ing, see'ing, teaching is our need for kings, queens, stewards, lords, swords, play this fucking board game and kick open the next door, interstellar travel we must awfully adore to more then a just a chore from this planet we stray further from, in appreciation not abbreviation, we rise to corporation from plantation teach kids slavery is abolished-our history is polished. institutionalized profits, paper, scissors, rocks is too dangerous kids, live in a bubble googlin hubble aimlessly. wishing god would stumble back painlessly, in flesh resurrect good out of all imminent threats, hold on let me finish this hit. who knows, plants grow, speak through poems, healing, lotions, hope and cancerous focus. its not magic but mother fucker hocus pocus. who has your back when you have nothing but trojans - infecting minds and electrifying soaking.