i'll be
happy to lay here and its probably likely
the time has come, the Walrus said, to call it a night
walking Northwest chasing all of the lights
dragging whips and chains I left rihanna the knife
calmly reciting Auld Lang Syne. firing shots at the sky
they read my palm and told me I had already died
its constant vibration from some other Beside
parallel preamble this preposterous ride
Columnist Prime. the singularity in multiple minds
the thousand deaths prevented with a thoughtful reply
Woah!...
You have a gift Black...visuals for days.
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