Metaphoric, contorted, distorded phychological thoughts swimming.... in a type pf brain-colored fantasy. Spinning of an axis thrown in the midnite sky only to break out... like acne. Bursting of a poetic clot, letting creativity a stream. Put my words down in the crater of a silver moon and blue lagoon. Lick off the remains of a dry inkblot and scrape the herbal verbals onto a slice of bread. Eat my rhyme scheme to satisfy the lying lions who made the ground tremble. Fitting peices of a puzzle, lazy one eye open on a plate filled with cocaine going insane because of the rain boiling my shame on the window pain. by Dazee

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