BLACK - Padmasana

[dead man]

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jada pinkett-smith-n-wesson. aim it at your kid's confession
let them die in solitude. your atheism: ineffective
mountaintops at suppertime. the opulent, the iridescent
plaster smear collage suggestive. murder what she disinfected
common theme: the disconnect, affection or hatred
breakfast is bacon. tables set for pleasantry's sake
the headrush. relish it, wait. close your eyes and follow the trace
our sidewalk ends along the blockage we paved. solemn and gray
business cards the lobby for change. clocks in the morgue
seem pointless like politics pre-Solonic reform
deadman, half zombie/half lawyer. literal Lebron in the courts
Muhammad with a ring like Tails and Sonic absorb
hostile, but moreso idiotic and tortured. rocket the torso
swallowing swords on phencyclidine in goggle and snorkel
constance amore. let me into all of your doors, darling
i could make you want me if i wanted it more
with a black metal credit card the confidence soars
but you're not at the store. and here the conflict arises
narcotics and nitrous at any festival ground
seizing on a blanket in the midst of a crowd
lungs, stomach, gallbladder, liver and heart
listen closely to your muscle tissues ripping apart
unraveling. vitality like yarn in a spoke
cartilage rope. i let it SNAP so i could talk to a ghost
onomatopoeia. click. focus and zoom
i always feel like everything is over too soon
watching moments accrue. checkmark goals to fulfill
make proposals at will. & still window-shop like @oats in Brazil
congratulations, grab an ass. think lavish when you plan engagements
send expensive invitations. spring for lace and lamination
stick it to the latin nation. hammer wasted, killer shark
killer dart, killer cobra. smoke and sarsaparilla soda
snot sulfur. sinus cinnamon. syntactic cirrhosis
barely focused, talent natural like chamomile. or yoga
composite grain alcohol and standard neurosis
blocking cellular functioning like a handful of Motrin
sand and salt and solitude. that coastal aroma
cognitive closure. meditative padmasana, the lotus
juvenile, slow motion. weezy after blazing a pack
making memories a manifest while making it clap
everything is everything. it's basic as that -
one man's catacomb is just another maze for the rats





- black