psychobabble

[NYCSPITZ]

It's deflating -

getting gully, having to topple your ruse
made you swallow your words
now it's hard to swallow this food...
a jedi grey, the force showing me models of truth
which melt away, snakelike in foggy slaloming grooves
influence grows, and freedom expands - this bottle of booze
poisoned elixir showing all the roads to possibly choose
wise solomon counting wives and steady pocketing dues
You're jarring like funhouse mirrors in ***kling moods -
the gulf between your feigned values and the actual proof
which you show in your life are stunning. Had to stop and peruse
Bodhisattva incarnate - back again to battle as youths
we've met before as kindred spirits who were craftily duped
made to forget. Made stronger with every passionate loop
and wiser through myriad lessons I've had to redo
RETROACTIVE PRECOGNITION - the psychobabble ensues
mostly it's bullshit. Some of the times I prattle the truth
stepped outside of space/time. The truths I've had to embrace
mortal steps taken with faith will alter matter and space
This one truth has many layers - it's a matter of taste
to leave this life of trials depressed or floating battered in grace
playing these jungles of space+time - sick of your horrible tries
at knowing what lies beyond like you've already died
maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's like a fucking ocean of love
your existential crises appear as an unfortunate crutch
I've got experiences...art, gorgeous women and fortunes to fuck
maybe end it cliffside over the gorge as a monk
only after I'm 60 though. Dawg, I'm gorgeous as fuck
that L'oreal cream. Got me creaming teens; I'm 40 and up
feminine light shining in MILFS and the horniest pups
it's just nature. I wouldn't act on it but HOLIEST FUCK
that 17 y/o's looking like a fly version of Halle storm in the cut
the younger me would hate on me now. I'm skimming pintrest
recipes got me hard - shaking like children from Hasidic incest
It turns out you're a dilettante. I'm feeling clever+zen
I'll never acquiesce to bureaucracy ever again.
On that yellow brick road until another obstacle comes
I'll stand up and get clocked in the jaw or shot in the lung
one thing's for sure - I won't give a single audible fuck
you might kill me. but not before I throw a cross at your nuts
these dreams got me rollin, toward legacy as I cross the divide
so pierce the veil as a jester -
show me your passion and pride.



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