The Ritualistic Muses That Sing Like Sirens (Woop Woop)
 

Could you imagine the tenacity of love, actually.
could you picture the gravity brought up. gradually.
the script hits the ground, the curtains rise & masks fall
flowers fall from the sky, applause. like rain to asphalt..
thats all, another chance gone, but the show continues
candle lit, caviar, wine glasses & closed menus..
arose into..soul calibur, enthralling minds, jiu jitsu
her hands were both manicured holding two pistols..
lips that flutter like butterflies on a spring afternoon
there are riches beyond the walls inside the castles tomb.
hell is an unexpected journey, one that I had with you..
so who do I answer to? its only a fantasy I have with you
one I have a chemical reaction to, or..chemical imbalance
maybe that's why we keep rolling on this asymmetrical axis
spinning backwards, trapped in our own little web of lies
maybe thats why I stay anesthetized spraying pesticides
like 'bitch don't bug me, can't you see I'm best kept alive'
with a swag that burns like saturday night fever..
stayin' alive..































why not zoidberg?

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Why not @Zen berg?

Your flow reminds me of Billy Woods. I get that when I read this, just acquired his latest album. He's got another one on the way too. This had crisp topical qualities and the content was interesting enough to keep me in it. Three more stanzas would've been welcome.

Keep doing you

This was cool, but it wasn't as great as I've seen from you before. The "rain to asphalt" line was clean as fuck though. On the other hand the flow wasn't as clean as I'm used to with you, especially since that is usually your strongest point, and just as it started to get going...you stopped. I want to see you drop something longer instead of these short posts, brah. It'd be rad since it seems like you build up steam the longer you write. Try it out, man. Quit teasing us with these short posts. I want to read J's masterpiece, nawmsayin? Peace.

Stayin alive..









stayin' alive