about face, only minor edits
Exodus is a prison cell
I want to write = to be beautiful
I feel truthful only when lying [down]
Screw your own Man (= screw the Man)
Writing = exploitation of experience
Water is a fallacy
Forces exist and push - they dream
Whatever the fuck we want
Words are vessels - empty, fillable
VERISIMILITUDE, what we are
we eat we breathe we _are_ what why how
quality is quantitative but only for now
nothing is not okay
i want to be known for --
selfish the world's words
fall thaws all
she crawls walls, boundaries tense
surrealizing motion, random crazy letters
blindness falters, light seeps through eternity
i swear rhymes make nonsense
like a fence?
magic doesn't rip you off, love will
like it or not, facts are not gravestones
in the crunk factory, f is for freedom
break free, said kelly clarkson, something about a palm tree
smarter matter - silver platter
one isn't reality, pick a side. bitch, all you gotta do
protext, i can't leave you, questions, without pain
deep dare, prepare
unborn bridges; what if everyone were always wrong
there's a bomb attached to all of us,
it's called mortality - tick tick goes the
placebo shit that none of us want
i can't top falcons' cunts.
i have this thing about purification: someone's gotta
I want to write = to be beautiful
I feel truthful only when lying [down]
Screw your own Man (= screw the Man)
Writing = exploitation of experience
Water is a fallacy
Forces exist and push - they dream
Whatever the fuck we want
Words are vessels - empty, fillable
VERISIMILITUDE, what we are
we eat we breathe we _are_ what why how
quality is quantitative but only for now
nothing is not okay
i want to be known for --
selfish the world's words
fall thaws all
she crawls walls, boundaries tense
surrealizing motion, random crazy letters
blindness falters, light seeps through eternity
i swear rhymes make nonsense
like a fence?
magic doesn't rip you off, love will
like it or not, facts are not gravestones
in the crunk factory, f is for freedom
break free, said kelly clarkson, something about a palm tree
smarter matter - silver platter
one isn't reality, pick a side. bitch, all you gotta do
protext, i can't leave you, questions, without pain
deep dare, prepare
unborn bridges; what if everyone were always wrong
there's a bomb attached to all of us,
it's called mortality - tick tick goes the
placebo shit that none of us want
i can't top falcons' cunts.
i have this thing about purification: someone's gotta