Views of Lucy under Treason
Rebate babies….
I’ve seen beings splitting canes and spinning pi’s like my kicking nunchuks…..
I’m not here in at the moment leveling out the rest of my hands with the clock shots….
Please pardon my pipe bombs……its around 8:30 but you’ll see it at 860 around the dot…..
Dazed and fused, I’ve seen better splits from the sagas of dragon ball episodes……
The world is a giant maze and I’m starring down diffusing on my own ankles…..
Interesting enough, the world I’m starring at cannot stare UP to the rest of the lower repost……
I’m starring, propositioning angles but they can’t sense my lingo……
So I’ve asked myself, am I really here writing down all these pixels??
or did I just been there diffusing comforts with the rest of lauding reapers?!
Definitions or not, I don’t understand my own meaning of life standing next to these missiles……
Meanings or clarity, they all don’t make sense like groups of scenic UN translators…. Unix
Then, I’ve realized at that moment, the spots on the ground reminded me of the galaxy sucking in the black holes…
It seemed alto just to drain these plugs,
but their censors told me they were sounding off to the rise of the mounding pyr-a-mids….
Electric thoughts and common jealousy were now flowing through my mind……
I pinpointed the thoughts, and the world drained the rest of the non existent ocean….
I then approached and explained to myself that this moment was another sensory alarming my views…..
It certainly was another sparking theory…..
I had to pop soda just to feel my own tummy……..
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To another state, I’m not duplicating objects just to bore me…….
They sense things, but its another story…….
They saw things but they did not clock their own Spacey…..
Legs up theory, they spend times operating their own highway on speeding…..
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Crooked like the roman numerals……no tribes
Coins boost paper like the prints of wording sentences……
They thought of the road, but I got them like sleep paralyzing the thumbs….
They put out more shit so they could run…
But the things to come did not match with the rest like the passing of Pens and running Trojan horse….
Incorporations, they thought of shapes just to form…….
Now they got multiple birth of spears piercing the world…..
The rest did not understand the form, they were dueling on the trains just to be the Burrs’……..
They’ve tried to eat it but the years were catching up their starting point….
Hairs and nails were now growing….
They could’ve realize that they’ve made US into an assurance to their own periodic disappearing pauses…..
Another abandon cause, they again appoints US to another loss…..
They kept sending out bodies with pounds, but the overheads refused to exchange them for the lead…..
It was another counterfeit….
This time around, they were closing down on the limping biscuits….
hmmm???
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I thought of the cold, but the atmosphere kept blocking my lights…
I kept digging but the water kept melting like ice…..
Hot or Cold, I did not understand it like the signs of multiple temperatures…..
It was really premature, my own crops told me after my birth….
I took another note, I left clues around the dirt right before they stretched links around the cores…..
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Are you searching for art or confinements?
I rather see you sell gloves than launch meals…..
They’ve seen purity but not in “art”….
They’ve seen excellence but not in veals….
So what do you really taste when you cut deals???
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I’m jogging with my air bubbles…
I ran over a sharp nail on the road….
I ran again like a mouse in lab squeaking for air……
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Another disastrous ART…..
I thought I left the strings with the tars….
Now they all screaming out Sars..
Another Mix of coinages and scars……
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Look at your time and tell me
do you see ART?
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Garbage 1905
