gtb

I see holograffic action, mathamatics refract off my minds reflection. Light Bend, hyper heightened. Sence on fire with a nightmare at the end. I'm venom. Pure poison to a blood stream that's assimilated conformity. I free your deformity. All I see is circle perfect choreography, these ghost voices charging me, and distress to make me unhappy. Resistance slow clappin me. So my faculties became a factory for light trajectory. Even strictly text messaging, I'm known to chop 1s and 0s overclockin digital diniro. Diggin for gold or diggin for heros, but got neither. It's like Either I'm crazy or I huff ether. Dip spliffs of refer into netherworlds so I can watch Jesus. Everytime my mind erupt I rock like "That's Enough!" then police lock me with handcuffs. Throw in the back of a crown vic like Animal. I am mammal. A man with nothin but a candelstick in the dark or a cannibalist for a heart. Who fans the flames of my art? I've done come apart at the seams and lost my vanity. Tryin to give up my ego like it's viginity. Though it's still vivid to me, after a loose leaf and a soundtrack to a movie about my life, a purgatory that's unruly that I can't f*ckin fight ...