Friday, October 1, 2010

Two Fold
 like three pair
  so rewire the mike
  and try and spike
   this bowl like punch
    it's crunch tune
  no I'm fine keep going
      when non-organtuans
      try an take on this task
      they lastacouple seconds
  and end in Catastrophe
  But you can't see me
  Apostrophe S

    Sundial in Aisle 9 please
    Im trying to tell time
    What Mine and Watt's Yours

    Is 10-12 my Vision
    No it's an earlier Recollection
    My Protection Money, Acting Funny
    All over the Map

    Which Must Bring Us Back
    to the dat. That Hap. Instance Bro ough->
Was it easter?
 No caesar
  It was last night
   And try as UI might
   You can't Fight

   So sidown Shuddup and keep moving
   One day I'm ganna tell you
   Something,that makes you tell your
   Friends
    And you can be like, Ya, I know

    I went through something
    similar.
    Until that day
    May all the great cartographr
    Of the 2t century
    Map this
                B,longnd
fuck peanuts
i want charlie brown
Yo da lady who
Exho
heh
This is something new
Just the start of it
State of the art of it
Straight thru the heart of it
Like cupid's blazing arrow

Your caption
Gets traction
This byline 
Will redefine skyline
You're too kind
:)
Rewind
 maybe you drive me crazy but have I told you lately when you just giggle I moan


Shut up and let the holy ghost speak
I promise you you won't be dissappointed
Annointed with oil maybe
Or just struck by greased lightning
Tell me have you had too much
Not that I can see
Truth Freedom Equality
Step up the nex rung
Too be stung up top
Priests of the feeling
Ya I'm taalking to you
We'll do it even if we have to lie down in the road
I say
Right this way

Djerassic
tfthat
I'm told we need that
Like Scodiddliosis
is it fix your spine
or twist your face
radio

cmon man nobody's gonna get this
don't forget rthe
k no really
the f

it's all just a dream boy
a vacuumous scheme boy
you think this is a ploy
you think this is a toy?
Plagerism smagerism break this rusty cagerism


it just isn't fair with your freckled red hair
return my hundred yard stare like so many touchdown passes
your sweet as molasses let me take off your glasses
and fall right into those eyes
then pull down the shades you say baby it's late and walk right out of my life
and I'll say baby your a live one lemme put down this shotgun so I can collect a new bruise
this ramblin' muse got debt collector blues times twos I. The hues and whatsit due
you've said many times that words seem to find a life all of their own