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May 2014
So many ~ words to choose from/
I throw away some crumbs/
'Cause I know the ~ birds can use some/
See - That's a superiority complex/
Think about the context/
Because the wordplay - is flyer than anything the birds say/
I'm shifting minds like earthquakes, shift earth plates/
Tec-tonic/
The Gin/Djinn made me sin/
Now I'm spraying shots chronically/
But I maintain ~ due to puffin that yellow green/
It helps me enter ~ into a mellow dream/
Where I can contact the Elohim/
Who give me signs of fellow beings/
That live far off in deep space/
They try to help me e-scape/
From this mean fate, of the weak race/
We call humans/
Consumers who love living the Truman Show/
But hate anything a true man shows/
And exposes/
Because they're caught in hypnosis.
Word Smyth
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Word Smyth
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   Arcassin B and Margaret
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