SYSTEMATIC

[big baby]

its bb da bb. I'm bb da bb lol!! :))

It's paragraphical nonsense, problematic at best.
Rewrote a lucid science atlas with sabbatical text, and
replaced the end with amusing plot synopsis.
A liar at crest like, yeah i'll go through the cosmos
"mutant cockroach attacks that left the Mayans extinct"
A chariot ain't a chariot with the heads of giants ahead
See my time isn't time, it's just a parallel linear quotient
coinciding with lineal solstice, riding around in a carousel
through the fairytale of theorems in motion
See, dimensional physics is step you've never envisioned
it's a leg up on ethical physics. time travel is a limited specialty
imagine alien schemes, an assembly of spirits on lines A-to-B
on a similar spectrum waving beamed retinal visions of entropy
imagine a momma whale on a quantum scale where the ocean ends
now dream; subatomic leap, of ergonomic scheme where we co-exist
ah-ha!, i don't know what i said, but i said it with pride
that describes 99% of the lives that ever existed, said in a rhyme
don't mention the spread, i spent most of my time in hell with a pen
can't say i'm the greatest; 'havent proved to yourself im the best"
like what the fucks that mean, compare linen to velvet decorum
"YOU HAVE TO WRITE A BOOK, HEMINGWAY WOULDVE NEVER SPENT TIME ON A FORUM"
golden pistol and bullets, enamored quietly with the red that i bleed
shot me down romantically. decided orange wasnt the color you dreamed
this is macabre art, so much grit in my teeth, ive leveled the two
dents & crease made the whistling tune that much clever to flute
porcupine percussion, pinprick vinyl songs are culture
made backbone to society. that's when his spinal column ruptured
lines i oughta've mustered, for myself and the lives i ought'a touch
sucker to sticking around. staring at the stickers of car trunks bumpers
awestruck, cluster of dead-ends and living on edge
offed myself to shel silversteins where the sidewalk ends
my minds all vexed. aint complacent, just feel a volatile burning
never would kill myself, mossberg growing moss, i call it my tropical arming