metaphorical oratoric oracle orbital pathing mapping

[Mitch]

I posted these on Letsbeef.com a couple months back but cyphers don't get the attention they should on letsbeef (hence my move to netcees).
No changes were made since original. My LB account was Multis, ill post somthing on the profile to prove I'm not biting.

I guess it's true the truth is lucid when aloof of it. These demons press against ya chest, looting it. No malady to remove it, no melody soothing it, the music quit. Then i caressed the track, re fuelin it, like i'm rebuekin the spool prick on the side of the highway with bolt clips and a tool kit, 7 dwarves latched back in my black tinted horse drawn, yelling "Move it bitch!" Doc coughed, and said, "Excuse the kids, but I've been trapped singing dwarf songs for... hell son, 5 hours i been threw this shit, if you dont finish your business with misses snow in one minute then come give us the blow, i'm done sittin, i'll let my nine shower your dome, don't think i won't, I'm used to it." I convert masses with hypnotic black masts scribbled in symbolic passages. I convert mass into half of its density, with immense heat the intensity of a centuries energy unleashed from the relief of a nuerotics cubix click. I caress tracks with 'tac tics' flipped, like 'mac n maryjane', like what i have in the backpack and back pocket in the back lot of McD's with '6 Gs', like I'm fryin your cellulite with my 'cellular' 'flyin reverse' with the cabins compacted and latched in first class, conversin lass for 'nap kin' like i left a mess in/and a nudey flick. some stupid shit. I cant do this shit another way, I'm gutter face, putrid sewage liquid lickin and spittin, flickerin tongue of some venemous ichor and liquor infusion. My penmanships movin like censorless boobs centered in the entrance clip in the editors edition of some movie ide only watch to provoke my grope of crotch.