Wednesday, May 12, 2010

y'follow

solar systems in my pocket and you better watch the lines on this paper because it just might cut you. a stab into your soul and your begging me for more. a weapon of literary extreme and these words are bubbling out the top and your not sure what to do, causing you steam. snort up the ink and you might get confused. a heated passion, no illusion - i encourage you to try and pass this. a current flow of epic pleasure and you know your body is begging for this pressure, leave prints on your skin so you can reminisce but folks right here wont be able to forget this. pen to the paper and a scribbling embrace, pen to your face and we'd laugh it up in this place. words from the soul - scratch that - they're a chunk of me. placed in a way that is mentally prepared - so thoughtfully. an act of pure sabotage, i press you to try, for you cannot buy pens with words in them and don't be searching for them in the sky, you cannot find this and this is no copyright - a one of kind take on the world that is at stake, my world - not yours, and whatever you learn or take form this place, i applaud your open mind and wish you great space - for you are capable of anything and i'm telling you i'm capable of everything, ignorant glory - confident ways, stumble into action but i'm already feeling and you cannot try to distort for your advantage, as if you could change this .. change me for your appetite, so when you put it on your plate you can assume it's more appealing. better luck next time, your slippin' on banana peels and the buzzer just went out, you done - head over heels.

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