*disclaimer

if you have experienced any of the following.......

clocking out gives me a perfect excuse to puchase tobacco, paying royalties to Atco with an airshow of swooping crows. i could never know the future path that im bound to make the time to take a secular moment for these feeble rhymes. is it such a crime to be open minded? well mr johnson and his whie merideth think so. you gotts keep up with them and spend your quality shceduled family intervals inside condensed fucking consumer pitri dishes. so i take the responciblity of a listless observer experiencing the "IT" ness of the moment. my conscious development undergoing subconscious transactions, trading off wordly knoweldge for divine wisdom. i mark this encision with an inquisition of a passive purge. i obtain the urge to make love with a surge of new found zealous. no time to be jealous or pekish. help yourself to the abundant love thats right underneath your fucking nose, this feelings enclosed inside a cove of titanium. my cranium has expanded the number of seats of a collosul stadium. i have witnessed infinity, i am eternal whithin this reversal of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, love and hate i concentrate..... on this karmic path i chose to be a part of, buy the ticket take the ride dont hesitate to see whats inside the boundless depths whithin the mind. collectively we ALL try to find the diamond in the rough which can only be found in unconditional trust.i live a life of booms and busts, sparkling reflections and eldered rust. i must find some sort of reprisal in a tropic isle, i realize my experience deserves more. i refuse to budge because this ape brain chooses to judge from the root of insecurity. ive recently tasted purity and refuse to easily let go, these stubborn claws are frozen to this love and refuse to thaw. i am but a recluse hidden inside a corporate shoe, riding the heavy strides of estalbished lies, there are some days id like to die, hoping for an afterlife of promise. perhaps not, if i follow the guides of love enchated compass. the answers are there, the truth is whithin reach and i still resort to the projections of a leech, i dare not preach right from wrong, because from the notes ive seen this melodies a different song.......trailing off. its like this yall, its like that yall errybody bounce ya ass to the beat yall, its like this yall its like that yalli wanta see ya move ya funky feet yall. mumble mumble.....trailing off drunkard rants.


shibideee bebop sheebop taka rang rang slam jam uncle sams a sham.....(trailing off drunkard ramblings).mumble mumble.


.....please contact your physician