haha wtf is this?
Posted: August 4th, 2015, 5:44 pm
found this in my archives .... dated last year 2014
........
gonna have to figure out where to go with it next
everything needs to go somewhere. maybe trash it,
cash it in, take it to another level on a dare, or stare it
down with my big baby hazels, no blue here 'cept in my heart,
gotta get a part of the corner on it, turn it around like a U,
do a sideways double-parked maneuver to the street curb,
keep the tires off the slant, angle it off the slope, squeeze it
in like an outa place wince face, put it where it belongs
if you hadn't guessed yet.
gonna have to maximize this mess,
make a slick trick decision, send it out for a text revision,
do it myself with a big blue pencil, stencil my name on it,
engraved like it belongs to me 'cause it does, lotsa silver
leaves and shit, dip my pen in it, make it work like a top,
spin it, spin it, spin it 'til what do i got?
i donno but i'm gonna twist it around like a mobius strip,
one side connected to the other, walk on down to the sound
of my own voice, choice being the viable factor, select a stereo mode,
double up on the amplitude, dude, do the wriggle, do the crude nose
thumb, dumb it out, crush the doubt about da bullshit, later say i lit myself
up with a match, crash down dutifully near the shadow of a louvered slat,
sun peaking in, back arched like a cat and me, scratchin my way out again!
oh shit! i got bit by the fricking bitch and it was me walkin on the
wild side of a maneuver in a free rant case of let-me-out-the-fuck-of-here!
let me the fuck out! fucking mobius strip goes round and round and i'm like
spinnin', damn primary colors melting into mud... car's been wrecked.
I'm done, son. you got it girl.
this is a whirl of a rumor
it's justa maneuver,
babe
........
gonna have to figure out where to go with it next
everything needs to go somewhere. maybe trash it,
cash it in, take it to another level on a dare, or stare it
down with my big baby hazels, no blue here 'cept in my heart,
gotta get a part of the corner on it, turn it around like a U,
do a sideways double-parked maneuver to the street curb,
keep the tires off the slant, angle it off the slope, squeeze it
in like an outa place wince face, put it where it belongs
if you hadn't guessed yet.
gonna have to maximize this mess,
make a slick trick decision, send it out for a text revision,
do it myself with a big blue pencil, stencil my name on it,
engraved like it belongs to me 'cause it does, lotsa silver
leaves and shit, dip my pen in it, make it work like a top,
spin it, spin it, spin it 'til what do i got?
i donno but i'm gonna twist it around like a mobius strip,
one side connected to the other, walk on down to the sound
of my own voice, choice being the viable factor, select a stereo mode,
double up on the amplitude, dude, do the wriggle, do the crude nose
thumb, dumb it out, crush the doubt about da bullshit, later say i lit myself
up with a match, crash down dutifully near the shadow of a louvered slat,
sun peaking in, back arched like a cat and me, scratchin my way out again!
oh shit! i got bit by the fricking bitch and it was me walkin on the
wild side of a maneuver in a free rant case of let-me-out-the-fuck-of-here!
let me the fuck out! fucking mobius strip goes round and round and i'm like
spinnin', damn primary colors melting into mud... car's been wrecked.
I'm done, son. you got it girl.
this is a whirl of a rumor
it's justa maneuver,
babe
