well its a new awakinging of formulaties finding notions and proportinate depths of newances called beams. Trippled into spirally webs called darts and these darts find spaces where folks leave holes out for watch see me the vil beaver plots to run tell the town of the new morn while sun shine waits for light tuning ever so round everthing thing else does to or that what my teacher said I wanna see said the bee and be free to fill honey on mansions just like my home. Suckle pops and gum drops scream after tommorow while racing with the wind jim bob don't trow away hope

help me for if not fallíng then where is lost I seen soetimes in my dreams places palaces my mind won´t go but free enough to flow where is my rockin the bible it says that jesus once proclaimed to peter that upon this rock I will build my church. where is it at mine workers and deep thinkers find thoughts and sceams for my dreams to not come real while sidewinders deal ith thought sof realtives coming out of a vase is the squade ready foreal with no skills just lil flame at will who got nough skills to ruff and tuss at the back of the buss bootys feel soft at cost with no game et flame with rights of no name 71% till says my house gots brick dude ont he news say wine made mad thick why I´m looking into the glass looking but not last Rosa says I gotta make it pass younger ran stole second and did it fast who gots bady cast freethrows was the worse husre and rights give might when winfeild was lost in flight post sail make bail and lose still no hell. Just cost mo money mo probs that whats the folks dsay sway in chuch and live for a better day. Nuttin löeft but today tie by my watch in different places says I gotta stop then why am I thinking???

I'm thinking bout how its posed to be easy to say I'm sorry and it gots to be alright to say forgive me. But some folks don't give a shit they romp and rage around as if the world is theres and nobody has rights except those who propose to tell the tale aww so well!! Give me a break you punk pimp pusshers have no right to pick a gun battled fight with no riffle or bullets just heat from your breath. Anger rage pissed od ed ness if I can use a word like that makes me wanna really be a dummy with my 16 round clip now I DON'T KNOW IF ALL THAT WILL BE TO FUNNY. Then why you bullshitting dummy? Ususally feelings like these I don't feel I mastered the art of territorial prioritizing myself? Meaning I watch who I'm around but every now and then there comes around a mutha fucker who loves and feels the real but choses to deal in the fake!! So to the highest I give this fake prophetised vocal assimilation on my soul to the source I have no choice but to be free and let it be. Bless Him!!!!!

going to fly outta this place gots to get these notesout then to the next plot to sceam my way a new game.

leaping full bound into exisitance life suffocates all the air from my lungs!!! leaving me panting for air, i feel no freedom and isolation in this here existance. me alone in a room with four corners and no outlet just space and voices speaking all around me. Hearing them makes me feel free and enslaved all the same!!! how do i close my door of doubt and feel the existential light that is present in all our telepathic voices. I'm lost in a room with four corners and nothing but fear is what i hear in my corner i try to find the strength to speak but all i do is doubt myself. Where is the door i can't see it where am I going and what lies on the other side of all these voices. How many people? Where do they all come from? How is it they are speaking to me in this room? Where is their room am I welcome??