V3

NOW WE RISE. WE ARE EVERYWHERE.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's what you do with your dancin' shoes.

reacting reactions

twisted affairs and laughing gas. short skirts and a sense of humour larger than life. ripped off idenities and comical pain, ugly mistresses - they're all the same. gagdets for all ages and of all sorts. playboys and nerds with wisdom of advice. practical magic and impatient time, velvet revolver - punch drunk love crimes. tricky little presidents and bashful burgalurs tearing your pride to shreds. happiness in gernades, blowing up your mind and leaving behind pink lemonade stains. inglorious lovers and charity cheaters, devilish participation and a gallon of beer. tipsy and exhilirated, funny little people in a not so funny little world, hiccuping bewilderment inside of your soul and totally rockin' that space within your mind that allows your to wander and think in a cartoonish kind of ways, sometimes. once in a while itll dance along your tongue and allow you too feel light like the sun and with the heaviness of this sudden reaction you will soon taste a hint of surreal enchantment.

party city

bottles everywhere, liquid fun. group of chillens and were takin' over like villains. no mission, all fishin' and a gloss that's flossin' in mysterious ways. a wipe and a road, destination known- frontin' like it's unknown, on a mission to shake shake shake. and they'll be sure to create, an atmosphere. the atmosphere. music blasting, beating up bodies in the sexiest way and heels that are rockin legs, so unreal. smiles, laughs, toast to this - everybody havin' a good time and we ain't about to mess that up. city invasion, we're coming fast and if you can't handle that i recommend you best relax, because tonights a night for the best and you shouldn't try and fuck with us.

Ok, you's a bootleg.

curiosity killed nobody and the upside to your side is pretty blind side to my side. mediocre times bringing the hammer down on your mind and the twisting aggravation is uprooting your spine - dance baby dance. a scratch on the cd but we keep playing that mix and when thoughts begin to blimp to the sky this could take all night. timeless efforts and a stride to your passions and with elevated hope you could do quite the damage. confident demeanour don't let your personality shake - a stubborn little quirk, embrace the moment and smash up the place. a flaw you cannot let flaw you and in a passive aggressive moment i will pounce on the opportunity, for these words are my weapon and they are about to blast you, back into the sun this is reality and i'm not promoting for you to be proud of me.

cloudy with a chance of Lies.

courageous words utter in the most unnecessary times, people mark this foolish. i wonder however, could it be that the truth falls out of mouths when their sudden liberation is at stake. an abuse of honesty, i do agree but when people go and make mistakes do they realize that eventually they will throw truth on the line, and ideally this is when it's analyzed the least. a heated argument and a potential disregard for anything ever built together and when something truthful is thrown into the mix heated emotions are sure to storm and trash the entire scene, a broken heart too late. honesty presented in the most corrupted times and yes, truth is best - but once you've presented such mockery of your truths are you really hoping your truths will buffer the whole ordeal. a question that pounders minds, time after time, the ability for truth to be thrown out the window like a raging bear and a picnic basket, why not just throw the dog the bone, why take it away and burry it under grown and wait until it claws it's way at it to then shake off the dirt and present it too him nicely. a bewilderment of honest and a pandemic of lies, wakeup. open eyes. leave such lies - outside.

props,

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.

shiny moments

pastel colours dripping in the corners of your mind. a planet purple appeal, oozing stars into oblivion. black holes sipping on your identity and you must throw glitter in it's eyes in order too truly mesmerize whatever potential you may have. questionable times unquestioned and toyed with like play dough. moulded into whatever you want it too be, grounded like a leaf that falls from the tree and floats through dreamy adaptations of whatever you want it too be. splashes of emotions speckle your pupils and make your senses ring.. an enveloping courage, syrupy thick but soft like silk. a brilliant approach on superficial moments and plastic protests that shine in the light of the night. a current dive into tempting thoughts - a play ground of intangible markets all in your grasp, take a moment..

Pieces to Peace

fighting peace with pieces. ripping things to pieces in the name of peace. a peaceful action of liberating peace, picking apart the entire identity of the notion, does that sound peaceful to you? Pieces falling peacefully along peaceful people, tearing their peace to pieces. A piece of peaceful interaction urging anything but peacefullness. In the name of peace, what are we waiting for? Take crumbling pieces and piece them together to encourage a peaceful piece of mind. Peace smiles casting light throughout the sky, not silencing - highlighting pieces in their rightful spots and piecing them together with a piece of heart. peace be true. be true to yourself and follow through, don't back away from the shatter pieces, grace the world with a little peace. mind body and soul - this is all where it begins an action, a story or idea, use your imagination and generate peace. open up to the world, don't try to escape.. for the pieces of peace are forever falling into our laps and were quick to judge, pieces. piece them together, with a little heart. a little mind. a little body. a little soul. peaceful pieces in the same old world.

tall glass of passion

passion passion. friendly fires, motivating electric smiles. passion passion. rising in the pit of stomachs, intensity of magic real enough to taste. passion passion. surreal light casting brilliant shadows on objects of pure enlightenment. passion passion. picking up speed and floating with pretty perspective. passion passion. like flowers in your mouth, makes everything a little lighter, a little more.. more. passion passion. individual character and a whole lot of time. a creative bone and a juicy mind. passion passion. intoxicated feeling crashing into your skull. passion passion. unelectable senses and a mirror of feverish glow. passion passion. a severely marvellous way to enjoy. raised classes and a liquid of such deliciousness, cheers to the passions and a freedom to boast.

forWORLDgets

imaginable times in a ever so bright little world. beautiful speech in a ever so cloudy hazy of judgment. perfect time in a place full of lateness and bandages are located to your left for any sudden mistakes. please grab a pen and a paper for you may need to take notes, interlocking peace of mind breaking down, shaking spines, time after time. keep moving forward and don't be alarmed. it may look hard like cherry pie but it's easy like whip cream and with time you shall find that anything you put your mind too, well here, you will find.. everlasting hope and a whole lot of love? please leave your suspicions at the door, dive head first - forget the world.

devil's gummy bears

a pretty little 666 with greed sippin' veins and a pocket full of twists. a game plan plotted and a mesmerizing charm, peeking desires enabling change. deserted treasure in a mind full of bombs, coveted tricks, make you risk it all. soda pop fizz and a whole lot of smack, reaching skyscraper heights and taking all the slack. a switch blade effect slicing straight to the bone, a core shaking thunderstorm rocking everything that means anything too you. a tripping idea has got you all tangled and swamped but your driven to beat it up, settle it straight. race car speed has your heart pumpin' like a wild beast and your anticipated to open locked doors, break windows and cause a massive scene. your not willing to hold back, all your cards are on the table - smack down, lash out, uncontrollable forces. tides comin' in and your not sure where to go, swimming pool full of gummy bears, you simply stay put.

BFC

Saturday, March 24,1984.
Shermer High School,
Shermer, Illinois, 60062.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

impatient patience

tip top imagination, no game plan. world domination and a stride forward. evaluating such surroundings and pouncing on the opportunity. wishful thinking scratched out and substituted with actual actions. glorious smiles gracing the faces of unaware people, heightening the experience times a million and making it worth a billion. determination floods your senses and you can't help but endure all control and really grasp your soul and allow it to take toll. effects begin to settle down, your emotions cool and that insta-hype you longed before suddenly seems so trivial. your open minded and everything you've thought, unreadable. you wear them on your heart from a month ago, thoughts blistering on the verge of sparks and your willing to watch it happen without force. a bubbly appeal poking pupils with erectable beautiful scenes and you can't help but allow your skin to race while all of this takes it's pace. impatient patiences urging you too dance, feet being to tap. tapping out emotions like your writing a song with the realist of lyrics and this song is dedicated to you.

Pick-Me-Up

caffeinated sugar rush, a disco scene with heightening glory. a tripping drug making everything lucid. a vampire grin with a bottle of gin. biker boot montage, butterfly nightmares. pick me up, slowly slipping into some under world. motorcycle gangs and flashy girls with all the fixings, ice cream sundae march and a whole lot of bitching. pick me up, slowly slipping into some under world. a fire cracker noise and a umbrella type scenario, a french accent and a super loud stereo. cellphone discharge, bullet proof mind, a collapsable pill driving straight into your world. pick me up, slowly slipping into an under world. transparent clothing, naked to the world - a feverish endorsement you don't dare shake, a quivering ability to take this world and escape. pick me up, slowly slipping into an underworld that is ideally above this world and inspiringly charging at your mind and soul with spears that electrify such times and make it all very very real.

jumping bullets

jump start Cadillacs, faded smiles. everything kind of running out of gas. beating measures pulse through your lungs, misplaced hearts, how long will this last. a skipping rope effect, causing your to strut in a glorious affair. eyes on the prize, glued to the floor.. not going no where. diamond shaped ideas, casting ruby favoured candies across your mind. a poker face that is beginning to crack, chocolate kisses melting all the way down to your core and it's becoming a juicy sort of affair your longing to adore. musical transitions bouncing off the top of champagne glasses, ideas spinning out of control and you cant stop laughing. a tipsy sort of feeling washes over your entire being, with a jumpstart attack - nothing could hold you back, what are you waiting for.. don't start pedalling back.

crash landing thoughts

a sudden urge of blossoming hope, forthcoming into your mind and dancing along memories of past times. a drip of something entirely new stains words and leaves everything open for mild sympathy a tantalizing painting that is throwing glitter in the air and with arms wide open you hope to catch some. casting smiles in your hair your about ready to flutter into oblivion and just before you go to throw yourself off the edge, be mindful of the risky chances your ready to swim into. all floatation thrown out the window and your ready to just do it all. like jumping out of an airplane you don't care where you land. you want to soar into a sunrise of upsetting clouds and crash into the stars with nothing in hand and with a sudden thought of liberating exercise - you up for anything, anything in mind.