Escape

Wise Wiggles · 09-13-2013, 12:59 AM

Some random thoughts flying around in here, so if you're not feeling this shit. Idgaf. Peace.

I sing long jingles tidying my cling-on dingles
Trying to balance w/out breaking like seesaw Pringles
walk into the stoooore with a pocket full of nickelssss
galoshes. cold & dismal. prada-poor with Rizzle
tall hats & golf claps like this opera cult is civil
the puddles form a ritual, as I shuffle porn in silence
a couple's warm. politeness.. ohhhhhhh
you can't fuck with norman's prices
I thought the bitch was cancer but she's acting sorta pisces
The monster has risen,
What exactly is honest & Christian?
I wander in rhythms & fight myself like Tom in oblivion
Ahem
This is Wise.., short for Wisecology
I don't have time for apologies, my mind's warped. Just follow me
Signs. Sores. The Conjuring- haven't seen it, but it's hands I speak with
Fucking anti-English. Tamp drys? Eat it- this is camp,
Where ants die squeamish. Pantomime fingers,
"where the bong at dre?" Is it chair & a straw hat day?
Like a bear & his claws, tearing ya jaw half-way
Just beware of the songs that play-
Better cherish her soft grace while you stare at this saw blade
Cuz I'm wearing ya mom's face running errands w/Tom Hanks
You little swaggots, fuck your hoes in ya Rover
Peep the crows on the shoulder, turning your coals to a smolder
Stoning a stoner. Step up, get your coma-diploma
I WANT YOUR WORD, LOU- bird flu of the pen
Hurt you in the end? Never, we burn blue-
Watch it burst through the lense, while I whirl you in circles of wind
In the middle of oceans. Lost riddle, botched rhythm of closure
Escape. Andy Dufrain it. Here's a rock chisel & poster

09-13-2013, 12:59 AM	#1
Wise Wiggles nok Su kow Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,505 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 51788022	Escape Some random thoughts flying around in here, so if you're not feeling this shit. Idgaf. Peace. I sing long jingles tidying my cling-on dingles Trying to balance w/out breaking like seesaw Pringles walk into the stoooore with a pocket full of nickelssss galoshes. cold & dismal. prada-poor with Rizzle tall hats & golf claps like this opera cult is civil the puddles form a ritual, as I shuffle porn in silence a couple's warm. politeness.. ohhhhhhh you can't fuck with norman's prices I thought the bitch was cancer but she's acting sorta pisces The monster has risen, What exactly is honest & Christian? I wander in rhythms & fight myself like Tom in oblivion Ahem This is Wise.., short for Wisecology I don't have time for apologies, my mind's warped. Just follow me Signs. Sores. The Conjuring- haven't seen it, but it's hands I speak with Fucking anti-English. Tamp drys? Eat it- this is camp, Where ants die squeamish. Pantomime fingers, "where the bong at dre?" Is it chair & a straw hat day? Like a bear & his claws, tearing ya jaw half-way Just beware of the songs that play- Better cherish her soft grace while you stare at this saw blade Cuz I'm wearing ya mom's face running errands w/Tom Hanks You little swaggots, fuck your hoes in ya Rover Peep the crows on the shoulder, turning your coals to a smolder Stoning a stoner. Step up, get your coma-diploma I WANT YOUR WORD, LOU- bird flu of the pen Hurt you in the end? Never, we burn blue- Watch it burst through the lense, while I whirl you in circles of wind In the middle of oceans. Lost riddle, botched rhythm of closure Escape. Andy Dufrain it. Here's a rock chisel & poster __________________ "black as midnight..black as pitch blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"