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scrambling blue skyward in scatter-brain wave-lengths shattering the hope-stain-glass-atire above, its showering me. Purpose weighs a lifetime hold your tongue tie. open -mouthed tried to interrogate, but i just want a taste. this is the line i crossed in twi-lit reverie spillin my guts feels good when just a memory. you raid the defenseless state of my arrest excacerbation of what nerves i got yet to connect. im salvaged cells in cheap hotels spit chemistry, hold it hostage and sell the...

take a ride with you cross town. through the hills the brush comes down to kiss the road. watch as you grip the wheel tight, diamond shining in the dashboard light. go faster, excite me sure, were far from home but right where were supposed to roam. right around three, the rope begins to lacerate. the moon dips behind a hill somewhere as i begin to bleed. go faster. youve realigned all ive held dear youve made love the heart of my fear.

entre mis mas privados suenos... a sea of flesh: incongruous lines delineating boundaries upon the surface... valleys of violet scabfields mile-wide hematoma, and underneath, rivers of lifeblood to an uncertain beat flood, and give life. A primordial language erupts, blasphemes into a mist, returns to the surface and thunders towards gravity. Sweating out my mania microscopic spores of insanity leave the flesh and return. How long have we been asleep. How long have we been awake within this d...

done this with what ive got left yet. position unsavory. got the smog for thought and junkfood for belly. ache. in these jungles, the animals walk upright. got nikes for feet and pocket change to cross street. live as prey or die in the spotlight, head lights of an L.A black &white. tough cookies slanging cookies if i heard right. no honor just bullshit you can pile in a closet and claim to not regret in hindsight. acrobatic morality flooding streets and feeding the scum in your back alley.

yesterday at two thirty guns blazed and eresed any faith in cooperation between two colored -skin races everything but hate forgotten "revenge" on the lips of everyone who even slightly knew the fallen three-year-old-girl who wasnt the target but became the mark of the ignorance that lies in the underbelly of society. at two thirty today a man was slain guilty of wearing a murderers skin it isnt my way,but ill take the blame hurt mine and ill tunnel a train through your brain.