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See three dimensions, the vision is blending, not to mention Never prepared for funerals he pretends he’s attending Scatter thought; chatterbox, planning mad hatter plots Like neighborhood ballers posting up on the block, Flood the hot-spot and set up a rock shop, Got gems and minerals with more in stock The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, can’t be stopped Because three more always grow where the last head chopped In his lair, tearing through the rarest of known tomes Bloodied, preparing, bearing home-grown pheromones While atoned-postponed rambo reloads ranged ammo This ****** Stallone, left alone, changes the channel He’s amorphous on his own His thesaurus is his zone Choruses to juxtapose It’s just gorgeous when he glows Like a broke back mat smacking crack to the dome The knick-knack paddy-wack gives this dog a bone One of zero ***** given. Proposition; my vision Requisition: Mass transmission Free the minds imprisoned. Send them off christened, Eyes bright, glistened Blood thickened, muscles; tightly stiffened Sick with bliss, concisely conditioned Well provisioned, and on a mission Kids’ just wishin’ Fishin’ for dishin’s Switchin’ positions like politicians With destination anticipation An explanations is all they’re craving Get what’s deserved for misbehaving Even adulated need saving Jolly Rodger’s what’s left waving Until the tomb needs engraving El Dorado: Yellow brick road, gold pavement Just let your will blend from birth to urn Cause I have to spend some worth to earn Just like the Sun comes round the bend come burst and burn Me and the Earth, we’re both cursed to turn Mind in a mutter, from the throat-cutter utter Off cluttered, from sputtering up soft butter Projectile vomitin’ Simple sad homonyms Bent ones that haunted him **** ones that taunted him Crash, fell bumping a paladin’s ballad Yelling from the cell, a hell that’s padded Plain scabbard belt fastened Brain splattered, well contrasted Gotta face it, it’s just a facet Haphazard basic ******* Dazed, he laid lazy in a field of daisies, crazy still failing life in spite of praises, does not phase me Never fully try, never fully fail, never succeed He smokes **** ‘til his failure’s guaranteed Somebody makes the calls; Atlas shrugged ‘neath it all Pedestal built too tall; perhaps the world will fall Out in the desert Kashmir looms like a mirage Or am I breathing exhaust fumes in the garage What good is my happiness, my reason, justice, or pity? I don’t know why you’d ask me this, but I guess it’s all ****** Fight my battles rolling downhill, Sit back while my verbs and nouns spill Words not meant to astound, but still Chill I’m palm stroking broke minds With ****** soaked rhymes I can occur just like a canna crop trafficker I infer with calipers; as amateurs get massacred Like melon to Gallagher A gallon of palaver What else can you do but take the beat and ravage her Precision thumbs commissioned this slurred-dumb, late *** With blood, sweat and tears smeared on the surgeon's apron Brazen, boring, shameless; facetious What a ****** thesis to teach us, I mean, Jesus Witness the riots; Sit back in silence, Eyeless; In a crisis Righteous, feeling timeless I’m a weak witted weapon without suppressants At my peak, spit blessings that best luminescence Testing, expressing questions; a primordial presence Learning lessons of the essence, Leaning in hard on obsessions Now back to the digressions, Enchant the mic and pass her a wish to go follow gets a focal fracture By the aficionado postal slasher My vocals compact like a dope oil extractor Spoke, spat, and risen from the earth like the rapture Lyrics locked in; like ‘final answer’ Do a vinyl transfer Sample and enhance her Burn sweetest flowers hourly The meanest greenest sour D Take a bouquet the day he take a dowry Fine divine entwined nugs Unwind with the kind bud And when it comes to this composition; Just try it; succumb Peel open a dub, recline, combine lovely drugs and paper. loses loose shrubs, keeps his grip: shrugs and taper Lick with the spit on the tip of the tongue, and savor Chip off the old lungs, word to pops, mums and neighbors Long lasting, juicy like a fruity gum flavor Meet your maker, brute **** Astute *** behavior Faulty wiring in our brains Exalt me as I complain Are we just Abel's and Kane's, soon to be slain? Perhaps maybe just a tune to be played? Who keeps the balance of pleasures between pains Who breaks silence for treasures? Who’s blood stains? Dang As I think it through, inhale and breathe fumes I fail to read moods, but still I’ll seek tunes As the green room’s groove looms And the smoke plumes perfume He unleashes leeches, the deed is; eat his wounds
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Leeches
See three dimensions, the vision is blending, not to mention Never prepared for funerals he pretends he’s attending Scatter thought; chatterbox, planning mad hatter plots Like neighborhood ballers posting up on the block, Flood the hot-spot and set up a rock shop, Got gems and minerals with more in stock The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, can’t be stopped Because three more always grow where the last head chopped In his lair, tearing through the rarest of known tomes Bloodied, preparing, bearing home-grown pheromones While atoned-postponed rambo reloads ranged ammo This ****** Stallone, left alone, changes the channel He’s amorphous on his own His thesaurus is his zone Choruses to juxtapose It’s just gorgeous when he glows Like a broke back mat smacking crack to the dome The knick-knack paddy-wack gives this dog a bone One of zero ***** given. Proposition; my vision Requisition: Mass transmission Free the minds imprisoned. Send them off christened, Eyes bright, glistened Blood thickened, muscles; tightly stiffened Sick with bliss, concisely conditioned Well provisioned, and on a mission Kids’ just wishin’ Fishin’ for dishin’s Switchin’ positions like politicians With destination anticipation An explanations is all they’re craving Get what’s deserved for misbehaving Even adulated need saving Jolly Rodger’s what’s left waving Until the tomb needs engraving El Dorado: Yellow brick road, gold pavement Just let your will blend from birth to urn Cause I have to spend some worth to earn Just like the Sun comes round the bend come burst and burn Me and the Earth, we’re both cursed to turn Mind in a mutter, from the throat-cutter utter Off cluttered, from sputtering up soft butter Projectile vomitin’ Simple sad homonyms Bent ones that haunted him **** ones that taunted him Crash, fell bumping a paladin’s ballad Yelling from the cell, a hell that’s padded Plain scabbard belt fastened Brain splattered, well contrasted Gotta face it, it’s just a facet Haphazard basic ******* Dazed, he laid lazy in a field of daisies, crazy still failing life in spite of praises, does not phase me Never fully try, never fully fail, never succeed He smokes **** ‘til his failure’s guaranteed Somebody makes the calls; Atlas shrugged ‘neath it all Pedestal built too tall; perhaps the world will fall Out in the desert Kashmir looms like a mirage Or am I breathing exhaust fumes in the garage What good is my happiness, my reason, justice, or pity? I don’t know why you’d ask me this, but I guess it’s all ****** Fight my battles rolling downhill, Sit back while my verbs and nouns spill Words not meant to astound, but still Chill I’m palm stroking broke minds With ****** soaked rhymes I can occur just like a canna crop trafficker I infer with calipers; as amateurs get massacred Like melon to Gallagher A gallon of palaver What else can you do but take the beat and ravage her Precision thumbs commissioned this slurred-dumb, late *** With blood, sweat and tears smeared on the surgeon's apron Brazen, boring, shameless; facetious What a ****** thesis to teach us, I mean, Jesus Witness the riots; Sit back in silence, Eyeless; In a crisis Righteous, feeling timeless I’m a weak witted weapon without suppressants At my peak, spit blessings that best luminescence Testing, expressing questions; a primordial presence Learning lessons of the essence, Leaning in hard on obsessions Now back to the digressions, Enchant the mic and pass her a wish to go follow gets a focal fracture By the aficionado postal slasher My vocals compact like a dope oil extractor Spoke, spat, and risen from the earth like the rapture Lyrics locked in; like ‘final answer’ Do a vinyl transfer Sample and enhance her Burn sweetest flowers hourly The meanest greenest sour D Take a bouquet the day he take a dowry Fine divine entwined nugs Unwind with the kind bud And when it comes to this composition; Just try it; succumb Peel open a dub, recline, combine lovely drugs and paper. loses loose shrubs, keeps his grip: shrugs and taper Lick with the spit on the tip of the tongue, and savor Chip off the old lungs, word to pops, mums and neighbors Long lasting, juicy like a fruity gum flavor Meet your maker, brute **** Astute *** behavior Faulty wiring in our brains Exalt me as I complain Are we just Abel's and Kane's, soon to be slain? Perhaps maybe just a tune to be played? Who keeps the balance of pleasures between pains Who breaks silence for treasures? Who’s blood stains? Dang As I think it through, inhale and breathe fumes I fail to read moods, but still I’ll seek tunes As the green room’s groove looms And the smoke plumes perfume He unleashes leeches, the deed is; eat his wounds
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20/M/USA
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
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