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Court of owls New ink, new shoes Clocks on, I'm about to run it Fast as my pain's Timeframe, bout to gun it I hope you feel something better my man, ***I'm feeling something I'm feeling something better than planned*** Tuck in the winter, dam i fall into action springing past Morty and summer While I'm watching TV slumber shaking off chains of reactions is it a new start call it innov8ing or maybe to our past Definistrating memories,  atoms alternating like the world sputters aspirating Spit split straight portals compensating I'm drunk on Dark matter ever oscillating the wind turned to me just so it could turn on me Judgment for eternity Experience is the same it howled with certainty MY Experience denied 3x so now you hear me? from this judgment I'm always ripping free I don't generate art so you can whip at me I might penetrate stars The universe is an artist so Why does it  ****** us Aint the universe ever even heard of us? I'm the passenger and still woozy the sickness feeling the pressure but I gotta be a witness compassionate, no judgment we all have our reasons ~Got a spot that I  keep w33d in Hidden with the green stem bleedin we may have different heavens but we come from the same soil When others decide our emotions Got so many reasons for defense, reach out and tipped it for the deflect emotions reflect the deficit of me breathe I just shake my head so heavy, I need rest Court of owls Port of vowels I am Born of miles So I adult when you consult the Occult knowings the lotion but still decomposin all this is music I just need to recompose it Saved another life Now the reaper owes it I think I've got amnesia, Waking up to Sir you had a seizure Eyes always look like Man...I wouldn't wanna be ya Empathy is another form of slavery we sign up for We live and we learn Boomerang on the mic I go and return But its not just about living well its about knowing the root of life its Taking the threads in your hands to rack the rains and crack the chains Caught in the dream, my ego forgets Sleep is such a shy death ***Court of owls Port of vowels I am Born of miles in the Korn of howls***
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May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:33 AM UTC
~Quicq Hooqs~
Court of owls New ink, new shoes Clocks on, I'm about to run it Fast as my pain's Timeframe, bout to gun it I hope you feel something better my man, ***I'm feeling something I'm feeling something better than planned*** Tuck in the winter, dam i fall into action springing past Morty and summer While I'm watching TV slumber shaking off chains of reactions is it a new start call it innov8ing or maybe to our past Definistrating memories,  atoms alternating like the world sputters aspirating Spit split straight portals compensating I'm drunk on Dark matter ever oscillating the wind turned to me just so it could turn on me Judgment for eternity Experience is the same it howled with certainty MY Experience denied 3x so now you hear me? from this judgment I'm always ripping free I don't generate art so you can whip at me I might penetrate stars The universe is an artist so Why does it  ****** us Aint the universe ever even heard of us? I'm the passenger and still woozy the sickness feeling the pressure but I gotta be a witness compassionate, no judgment we all have our reasons ~Got a spot that I  keep w33d in Hidden with the green stem bleedin we may have different heavens but we come from the same soil When others decide our emotions Got so many reasons for defense, reach out and tipped it for the deflect emotions reflect the deficit of me breathe I just shake my head so heavy, I need rest Court of owls Port of vowels I am Born of miles So I adult when you consult the Occult knowings the lotion but still decomposin all this is music I just need to recompose it Saved another life Now the reaper owes it I think I've got amnesia, Waking up to Sir you had a seizure Eyes always look like Man...I wouldn't wanna be ya Empathy is another form of slavery we sign up for We live and we learn Boomerang on the mic I go and return But its not just about living well its about knowing the root of life its Taking the threads in your hands to rack the rains and crack the chains Caught in the dream, my ego forgets Sleep is such a shy death ***Court of owls Port of vowels I am Born of miles in the Korn of howls***
John C. Lily-> what was he about?
#exhausted#divine#accelerated#grime#epilepsy#awareness#sleep#death#difficulty#transformation
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May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:33 AM UTC
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