Raining in Kyoto
"One man with a gun can control 100 without one." -
Vladimir Lenin
*Italicized section below not counted toward the line limit as it was written by Lars/Dank... with a few minor alterations...
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The Calm Before the Storm
There’s cherry blossom present on what’s left of the sakura trees;
fallen leaves form uneven carpets curated by an autumn breeze (or machines...)
Auburn-greens roar beneath her wooden sandal heels as she trots
as steeped and assured as the paulownia geta she dawned
Xi was my former teacher... We locked eyes as she walked by
I forgot about Ghost of Tsushima and being haunted by hentai
Her kimono draggin' behind like a reptile... Time's critiquing this wardrobe
Either I'm dreaming or the peaceful sky is gleaming with war drones
That I of course chose... I can't fix what's forever broken
My birthright was left for dead, anonymity's a gift I've never opened
Xi and I were both imported from an island of orphans
Probably why she didn't question her name being Chinese in origin...
White men are foreign; of course when I speak it sounds off
Leading crowds of upstanding citizens might be my downfall
They all played a part... odd they never had knee jerk reactions
I've learned these creatures of habit won't ever be feature attractions
At Xi's behest I erected Tokyo camps a few degrees west
We were Romeo and Juliet roaming those abandoned movie sets
Yet cupid's reign comes to an end - Envision my quiverin' lips...
Muttering "Cue the rain" as thunder hits with a simple flick of the wrist...
Rein You In
I watch Xi stop and pirouette, appearing wet as a lightning rod
Hair lightly tossed, then a sightly jog through my shoji to dry it off
Her towel drops; lubed vagina walls accept my exuberant giant cock
My mouth moving slightly when she forgot that I knew her dialogue...
Tipsy off wine and sake; In truth it's just three inches to my crotch
I travelled east cuz that's considered by Japanese women to be lots
My body's a rabid feeding vulture flying with one soul interest
But I fell for the Japanese culture of minding your own business
Xi sucked me off... I could've screamed "Cut!" that instant
Gettin' head like Tylenol rapid relief, each Take's only but a minute...
Fingering her cunt while she did it - Whoever said art is dead?
The next day she'll be at her beginning mark, ready to start again
My partner to the end; She even gave a snuff tape a whirl
When hate unfurled her face would turn to a mask of a geisha girl
Trapped in a makeshift world... She's never escaping my clutches
Check the dailies for some clips, we're ahead in the ratings a month in...
Cream of sum yung gai is chased with Genshu sake in a pinch
Accentuating dreams of bukkake that I was too modest to commit
And on it went... I found cocaine made Xi a real powder keg
Was down to play groundhog day whenever she heard the sound of rain
Then one night she never came... I'm stuck in a drug induced haze
So used to our whole back n' forth I must've dug it two ways...
It amazed me how she evaded the confines I made
I heard, 'There must be someone you didn't pay off I'm afraid'
Tied knots aren't known to fray... My emotions swept the high seas
Awakening cold winds inside me like sailboats that set my mind free...
The Escape
Hungry for more, I went to my computer and checked the live feeds
Saw Xi running through the weeds below the cameras in vine trees
Focused sight seeing drove me to the brink of blowing
I leaned into the microphone and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Xi nearly fell over, looked to the heavens like Jesus had spoken
I said, "The only things not invented here are reasons and motives"
"You reap what you sew..." I twist dials and turn them counter clockwise
Xi found it surprising when she couldn't find a cloud in the sky...
Watched her keep running, passed plastic bonzai's and red leaf pines
Everything here is as fake as the bonds I have left behind
Xi saw sniper nests up high, least a dozen had manned the wall
American flags were raised, now she knew this wasn't Japan at all...
She understands... Slack-jawed she begins to synch with her gimmick
The constant rainfall was made from intricate sprinkler systems
It's all becoming clear, like back when I was in that jumbo sphere
The title appeared as 'The Truman Show'... I called it my Wonder Years...
Walked to the sun with cheers; Plot holes can't expect to involve truth
I made this settlement with my settlement check from the lawsuit
I'm Truman Burbank the human birdcage; Look at the monster money makes
In a shut-in state I've created the very world I had once escaped
If pages bend the rules no one will go buy the book rights
So in case I don't see you...
Good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
Asylum
I shut off the lights; Gunshots ignite - I can't take more practised sorrow
But I can afford to have a new Xi trained and cast tomorrow
I masturbate to classic porno while bathing in its low glow
But to label me as loco that would take me going postal
I won't mail it in... it's MY turn to be enslaving all the locals
Let's make no bones... I'm a means to an end of all races like a slow-mo
Asians are a low blow, so after I'm done training in this dojo...
I'm maiming some black hobo's tied in basements back in SoHo
You only know your net worth if you make it passed the goal posts
But I've lost count how many I've been chasing with my GoPro
Washed away sins just to go home; This paid stream's going global
So with a flick of the wrist, once again...
It was Raining in Kyoto.
Yet...
Precipitation means no hope; Seasons don't change they merely no show
Water's tiny pitter-patter against the pane could freeze a snow globe
Kept at arms length by my own rope; feeling naked with the most clothes
A 'Burbank' tag is the focal point next to an insane asylum logo
The 'Shutter Island' was surprising... My real alias is known though
But it's such a shaky development I'd hate to see the photo...
Aliens showed up, known for speaking the language of most grown folks
Boats sailed along the coast close to an angel corpse that won't float...
http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=145549
Whoa.
I'm stark raven mad as Poe's prose; Every statement makes my nose grow
I even crammed Elisa Lam in a water tank... but that's my old ghost...
Ingrained in me like cocoa, it's easy to say go with the flow though
With medication taking hold I could paddle up Niagara in a rowboat
I'm a regular Joe Blow whose update keeps getting postponed
My dark passenger only drives me crazy when the road's closed
The patient behind spoke slow, sticking the dagger in with no cloak
"Do nightmares ever truly end?' I'd wager that's a no bro...
I'm so alone and beside myself I'm basically my own clone
"Meet me in Montauk" he whispered...
http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=150399
Then I was strangled in a choke hold.
I awoke to see...
There’s cherry blossom present on what’s left of the sakura trees;
fallen leaves form uneven carpets curated by an autumn breeze (or machines...)
Auburn-greens roar beneath her wooden sandal heels as she trots
as steeped and assured as the paulownia geta she dawned
Xi was my former teacher...