i'm walking real damn slow walking like a man who's got nowhere to go but plenty to show, witness my flow exhibit a on the table where the evidence lay beatnik wax in old wicker baskets kings held tight by old crystal caskets mummified flesh oozing from the speakers of your tape deck hold on, wait a sec you're calling me crazy, you're calling me mad i'm calling this a little bit of all i've ever had the places and the faces in the lost and found the memories that chase us round and round the ones we come home to the ones who got away the ones in the corner with nothing to say take a step back assess the damage don't you understand this is all we can manage i don't talk much these days people seem to go their own ways i don't feel much these days and i just don't wanna know i had a vision i had a dream legions of bees pollinating trees the realm of a far flung faith old school antics new school semantics listen twist em escape the system when the tones get sexy pucker up and kiss em no chess games here no lingerie lace just a man and his dog and his slap happy bass listen up close as i close this schism my bright white light through your triangular prism rainbows of thought from each broken phrase i expect you to raise a most intrepid phase to interpret my ways make effable information endless sensations worth daily suffocations falling into inevitable petrifications lungs filled with colorful concatenations
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