My peen is beamin'
Everybody wants to meet a genie
& taste his charade, a pointed haze w/no feet beneath him
I did.. & I wished..
Now I just stare off,
Into space.
Box shaped paradise.
Paradox.
Watch pace paralyze.
Careful guys. Gets thick.
Spinning in an intrinsic
Spiral cycle. Call it licorice
Liquor rich. This bitterness,
It's brutal
Have a seat, w/tragedy
The ignorance. The funeral.
Where all the spirits get unusual
Thriftworks just is beautiful
Portal trace. Orchestrate a morgue delay
You were Portland's face
Now the pork get blazed
You're amazed when fortune breaks
AND COMES SMASHING TOWARDS YOUR
Way
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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