its so quiet
i can hear the atoms of my thoughts convulsing pulsing to the flow of my soul
stretched my mental along the sun...
why all this need for new gay artist and big ass belt buckles with shirts tucked in the front and some jeans that look dirty as dirt and over used...
data being transfered
jargon jaberwokies jiving
in the breeze a million whispers float
this would be the one i spoke
it took one more second than eterinty could hold
a description of intuition...
checkin a spectrum of futuristic display just the other day
i saw blue green black and red and orange in the weirdest way
upside backwards if you...
im mad at time
it stopped while i was progressing towards the center of the universe
.....tic toc tic toc tic...............
damn there is no...
heres a little piece
i had the time to write
while thinking about my future
and the things i thought about
ideas mumbuled & jumbled on thin strands of air breathed by all
found in the midst of the hair of unprepaired dreams they stare
unawoken by the...
i was wondering
then i began to wonder if i was wondering off my path
and the wondering became a wonder itself
on top of my book...
once from him
words of them
combined to produce thoughts not dim
flying ideas caught on limbs
between twigs and stems
now nerds love...
if one time
took two instances
then your thrid eye would need eye glass persciptions
and four head extentions
or five people to discuss your...
i come to detail the unexplained
and explain the simple thing
its how i do when im not holding my breath from telling you lies...
es no more
fell of the left side of the core
no more words to implore
tired of loosing touch with my surrrondings
busy trying to
plaid disco pants
afros and hairnets
flutes and clarinets
space ships and airjets
hoopties and tricycles
books and lamp shades
washed away memories of yet to come
a old age with a young face
tones of bitter whispers
over yells of something...
gazing at the most amazing potriat
looking into the stucture
i see a rupture and a specter thats seems to be a heckler
grass that looks better on...
in the primal
seconds of time will
adjust the spinal
into a parralell line
and hands and hands no longer climb
but feet will walk and grunts...
rolled a pair of dice
asked for parents advice
i would trade shoes with you if your's were a pair of flights
would fly to paris for some nights...
thought turn to streams to flow with
brain patterns begin to function as moving cells
eyes close only to see...
telling a lie as i stand
can i sit down rise to the ocasion
no i can not
becuase my thought got caught
in someoneelses perspective...
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