Criss Cross Applesauce, Micro Shells & Applesoft

[Mr. J]

In a cluster of microbes I leave your mind blown
your sight..toast, glass crashing in your eye hole
open & I close, call up your girl for a ride home
coffee cups, light snow, 7 dwarves are like 'Hi ho'
Thrill her..Michael, a mask on, mind of a Psycho
no Norman Bates, more like Jason exploring space
X pills, whorish ways, Alien queen in a foreign place
'Get away from her you bitch' 'game over man'...
power shortage...Great! pound 5 Mikes coarse Lemo-nade
'How's Annie?' Is she ok? On the same crescendo slain
Twin Peaks, elemental praise, walk with me..
Come out the flame, to rebuild a monarchy
actors will get David Lynch'd, scripting my philosophies
Twisting my views, and burning away this hypocrisy..
Hi! I'm part of the revival, death, & cycle that's tandem
I love red velvet cake & bitches that fight you at random
kill your ghost writer, ghoul helper, and illustrative phantom
I been having fun lately..why do I need to look like a champion