| a prosperous half | |
| "vintage death" | |
| The affection to disposable objects nowadays, is very similar to the inner emotions, when having a crusch, its time to loose attention, to the bugs, pollution your eyeglobes, holding grudges is obviously fashionable and trendy, solid ground budges knowing breezes turn windy, winding faster, accelerating dastardly and cowardly, hannah barbera knows eventhough these characters aint cartoons, flatter than a poster or a dollar on a platter, it matters..what im saying waiting on latters of debating, im a turning torso, dealing with forces in the paradox community worshipping multiple choices in the fastlane, exeeding every obsticle being randomly chosen, never reading heavy articles bout sanity being frozen.so who is listening? call be back in a forum being pre-rolled, im formely known as the plant of trails tape spreader, gothenburg was supporting but, the bling sounded better, so i decided to take a plunge barely aware of bad weather, and carbonate the doubts below ignighting audio rainbows, giggle goggles generated by schrooms are in commercials, so presume relativity with chameleon capasity, its animalistic but cannibalistic minds steadily dominate to find, rewinding revolutions neccesarily colder every single time, in lack of minerals, clearity, merely wearing varieties, society´s divided into a myriad of beliefs, contradiction never leave it´s cave, discovering reconstructing actions, hovering right in front of televised zombies, its a comedy, the life i chose, exposing wrightings, fighting with gravity, energizing in a collab with the rising sun, minimalise de-humanise destructive doom dictators tangled deeply in anxiety coming weekly, while we rearrange, flapping pages collecting dusty extracts, being contageous Cruzin´ for a positive brusin´ choosing life in front of a sceptic fear activism, wishing that equals follow, my train drifts, over the tropiczone and drips, crippled animals hitch to get a glimse OF, evolution´s path, who stole people making a change in this, misinterpretaded reappearence bringing clairity to the programmed.i keep my tounge inside of a plastic squeeze container, drinking it up at hardtimes, creating audio throwups, living a life in frogperspective since my daughter came. Out of eleven known dimentions, tell me whats the penalty for ruling in ten of those? the visable ones are mostly leftovers musically WITH, remainings of the randomly chosen underground glitch, so who´s the pioneer when it comes to fabricated DOPE, the listeners wont choke from, the toplists aint got none! enthusiasm´s travelling alive in veicles over rapid change, implosions of humanitys unity rampage´s not, neccesarily a prophecy, but a decomposing habit from the stoneage, im an extremely rare clairity debonair aware being, looking at the freakshow with binoculars while leaning over the outer limits, of my sacred balcony, i welcome thee, to minimalise the agony size, take over the school, get rid of the fools, deliver the possible opposite path, reclaim the brains united divided in, energyglobes depending on truth and moments being contemporary, monstrousities following blindly, my generousity´s answering kindly... |
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