Flamenco and Technical metal
there is nothing like meeting individuals that you find creative. and it feels good to know there are creative individuals out there
Notice the like button on face book is missing on those you may be able to collaborate with best? it’s a plot against individuals that could collectively create together, which needs to come to an end. We live in COA-Lumbia. Coagulating in this involution as monkeys do, we loot in groups and look at what interests us lacking pleasure craving touch much lush tulips sun rays clay and toddlers that play in the way of the vision of collision that confuscious confused intrusion with individual creation shun one corrupt duck tape furnacing smoke than the latest toke riddlers joke saturation and stations of the way of the sun providing light for me I might burst into bubble? Hubble telescopes plants, and silky dances sing this to me, fly on. Hammer contractions and collective fractions New york bound slow as a hoe , we glow, space and time rolled the dime and shitty sounds all around fucking with my mind like a crime in choir class passed by millions observed by one in timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee slick like a sport in the judicial branch court sleeping in the weeping front the names, games, and great dames Underground tunnels and pesto funnels dipped in over size smiles sitar lines and core glory the way we live feels right, higher in mind, relaxing like screens resting on hands and rubber bands, million dollar anate gard bacon baking cakes and taking CD’s like their yours? password like their your chores? chlorine rhymes shaking like chymes, as equally cool as self un-existing around the wrists that drum about dogs , cats and multi-million dollar paranormal houses, illusions, fronting left and right police cars fucking with my head in bed, dead like skeletons busting out of their tombs and into their mothers wombs yawning scrunchy noses and yoga poses suppressed in baggy clothes we from this relation ship-wrecks, class of the 90’s bringing back santas fucking WISH LIST! gifts of generations beyond the frown around town smiling zergling singing and sucking on yourselves elves, gnomes, and clones that feed on prey like cannibals herb bowls, and old tones, Roaming in space like stars fighting in a battle field of yogis, Moaning, food energies hommie G’s and pasta rhastas and starving musicians doing dishes for kings that sing. Switch it up puppies let you work under them hen, fawns, by dawns, and laundry , big bubbly bizarre laughing pins, tenser then tense was mind race, as splendid zoological when Conditional pre-veloution rediated void choice choir Higher then cold moon, looting about in bowls of love donating singing, waiting and floating, stylistically proclaimed by the pizzas , scripted by dishes and hundred dollar wishes and hershey kisses . Mountains in context checked out by rude one, respecting space the segments between humans, sleeping, words, sun flower, Eye, spin, kiss me please, cheese and motors revving engines from 1969 as neil young and joni mitchell, sturring up the stew from you and your chore door to door columbia do we represent, fuck your idiot boxes, concautions and sensorship as I dip my head in your ranch dressings will we marry? My head is so airy I keep tripping out in the infinity, win with the square aged ego as my image dies like cyan indigo wheels, stealing girlfriends from me like I’ve got nothing to loose, canceling relationships coming out underneath me like mermaids that suck their own dicks like side-kicks lemon sonar eye lids, and smiling kids, do surround as mermaids aid ship scratch that donar fly bids nonsensical mountains and boat rides with roses feeling love like I never did before, who’se reading? non-poetic workers daze about in their farms do I have 69 arms?
What if my clouds, our clouds, we clouds, I, shadow runner head bobbing suck thing angel wing abolished slavery, shake rattle and snow sick as I know, let it all flow as we know the twisted rhythm smiling about in our countings the blessings they over-do for as we observe the equal rights girls in tights snake wing bites coinciding through involution as we did dip with the lip that gives sugar honey delight tight a kite lets write this down if you frown melancholy jolly driven by underground jails and little lovers dove soap dope trench coats and moats in boats for pleasure. Micro-tones clones and white wrongful wool astronomies An Asian peagan smile as that dial trial like for somethin free’d by weed flights and might I die my as my dinosaur neck wrecks trains from plains and when I self-destruct will I grow like the bean stalk that snowed about in the aura of the Torah’s delight. stop the fight, Plight prevolution occult bath salts silencing the premium voices, ignorant choices anarchist clouds owls and fowl remenitions of ill indition the red sled that the food dude sipping on my vodka odd colors and brooklyn bound again when Atlantic Surrealistic pillows vegetarians colorless salami want me? vani come on well we ease through leaves and maritime I’m chiming in with sounds of salvador dali mall me sunk as dunk was furry fellow flow like the timothy leary of illumanti owl wow flip the script as we re-write, political inaction a faction of molest me, fruit freedom true like chocolate lucid awakenings and angel wings in our tar cars jafar arms and par radar instrumental healths wealths and Stealth modes poetry for the loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed. Honey money means nothing
Purple and Brown intentions. Sun Lit drive, we’re on our way, laughter it’s in what we say. Love, so present like the moon in contrast to the void that is our sky
I am thinking it’s a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and when we kiss
They’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us
Into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true it may seem like a stretch
But it’s thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you’re away
When I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now but we’ll stay
I’ve tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
It sounded thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly
You’ll hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now but we’ll stay
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