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i figure everything can see me fluids​ moving up inside me it cracks the code inside my atoms chest is hurting heart is pumping connect my flesh to the embryo stitch into my genes ya know i wasn't born just yesterday i was not born just any way my talents knows it when they sieze it make ya go ya cant believe it projected light of consciousness splits comb-strikes and leads it have it here inside my pockets little life and little rockets pull my glow in my transceiver data cosmos diamond lockets redraw my lines in my own dimensions lies a cruel unjust infinity's just a tenth of my reality born of one and two in one in life we die in death we shall remain where the hall's externals walls us back out of a duality to be a nothing once again there is no synthesis to my thesis once was lost but now im easeless take my own life cuz i own it cuts a hole into my recess i am recklessly disurbed at what i am where im at and im just not quite sick of it yet.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
Hell Inside My Pockets
i figure everything can see me fluids​ moving up inside me it cracks the code inside my atoms chest is hurting heart is pumping connect my flesh to the embryo stitch into my genes ya know i wasn't born just yesterday i was not born just any way my talents knows it when they sieze it make ya go ya cant believe it projected light of consciousness splits comb-strikes and leads it have it here inside my pockets little life and little rockets pull my glow in my transceiver data cosmos diamond lockets redraw my lines in my own dimensions lies a cruel unjust infinity's just a tenth of my reality born of one and two in one in life we die in death we shall remain where the hall's externals walls us back out of a duality to be a nothing once again there is no synthesis to my thesis once was lost but now im easeless take my own life cuz i own it cuts a hole into my recess i am recklessly disurbed at what i am where im at and im just not quite sick of it yet.
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Bozeman, MT
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
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