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May 2021
& I'm tripping ****
The most woke up in this *****
Entranced in my pants
So I press my luck
Awh shucks
Wish Uncle Boomer was in town
Get my noggin struck
Then my jimmy bust
And Iā€™m covered in the utmost love

There's a fissure within my mind
So I enter the Divide,
To awaken the divine

Through a wormhole,
I burrow deeper
Into the steepest chasms
With my magic wand
Manifest the godhead sublime phantasmic

Make myself known to the
Cosmic collective consciousness
Like an oracle I peer
through the eye of a reptilian
While Sub-atomic particles
zoom past by the millionths
In slow-motion a pyramidal image surfaces
And i can see between
the vibrations that resonate
A glimpse through the window
Of a discordant future permeates

Putrid in a wasted stupor
Chasing that hit of enlightenment
To illuminate my brain
The lightbulb is lit

Suh dude
As a shape shifting parasite
enters through the brain stem
And takes all my faculties hostage

Iā€™m slaving away
Been here all day
Quit your *******,
I'm in the kitchen
With repetition
Whippin it ~
chu see the flick of the wrist?
April 2017
Cunning Linguist
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Cunning Linguist  29/M/An illusion of reality
(29/M/An illusion of reality)   
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     jdmaraccini
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