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Black -- Meditation II
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bourbon and tea - chemic bondage like lysergic relief hurting to breathe. once i fell asleep i learned to be free you melted into candle wax, conservatively holding it together as our tourniquets bleed surreptitious the surrender signs and velvet the screen nothing to believe and even less to be seen high beams on the Chevy, cigarette in the jeans right-hand to god, sieg heil inside a leftist regime the best conceptually. but that's interpretive nonsense curbside in Yonkers squatting dirty apartments ghost or goblin. paint-marker carving words on a wall abnormal present cat collective murder us all titan, the destroyer, cliffside, monolith sculptures collapse. see: rock of gibraltar columns or a popular culture passover the pipe. passing out on the sofa it's all kosher. enter coma needle puncture aromas industrial soldier, brooks brothers, leather the loafers butterfly my steak and knife set. guns full of holsters left nothing to chance. leaving nothing but gnosis to a tribe of indecisive rhyme composers, so it goes i find it hard to focus. its becoming a blur raindrops your meditation, thunder your nerves 6-string satin wave a serenade, percussional purrs love is a hearse. what an understatement. fuck what you heard trust is the first and truth is the last. how stupid to ask she said it's moving too fast. i took my foot off the gas two pulls and a pass. twenty paces and shoot we're yin and yang, the archetypes like hades and zeus is it you? i hear you breathing. insufflating delusion it's pain, confusion, faith. it's intravenous, it's human teenage mutants, grated sewer life is taking it's toll an emperor destined to never make it to Rome or make it to Cyprus. deadman island, staying patiently private Marcus Aurelius mindset - reading Plato in silence turn your wife into a deviant, your slave to a siren screaming like a blade was perforating her hymen deadlines i procrastinate like paper assignment cause every statement feels like excavating a diamond accreditation ever-changing like empirical science i've stepped out for the evening, leaving Baron to Mynd it gondola the tigris, Isis shaking the boat money well-spent is money made into hope tea and bourbon. frosted flakes and bacon and toast with eyes closed, it's closer. meditation, she wrote - Black
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