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Crippled hands in time like aces held to the nines and then I’m giving you the beneficiaries of the fines like I don’t care, como lo dije I can’t creerle. Oh shit the transmission has lsipped up like santa clause like lobster claws like there is no just cause like slip transmission pause.

Oh now I know the beat like it moves beneath the beatles petals, like heroin in the red poppies can’t shave the top form but can’t express the mores and norms, dime la cuenta whores.

I can’t stand the unmoisturized masses and the insanity of the normal, so I write what comes next like incense smoke burning in the night on a brooklyn fire escape.

First thought, shit you’re caught , ever the last place you look , ever the moment you forgot.

Best thought, not, kidding, of course you left the key here, look what the lies forgot.

If you pause in the space between the sunlight dappled leaves then a sniper's bullet will cave away your jaw.

I don’t believe you know the difference between a .45 and a .22. If you’re doing subtraction then you don’t know the sound of the action.

Listen astutely, acutely to the message coming through the undertow of the radio, like the last schism of the fm, like the AM ante meridian, like the sound coming out to you tells you who is Judas, just the order chatting through the music.

I would listen to champagne sound like a million popped pillows singing satin refrains but I can’t see the end of the emerald isle when is sounds like an upended nile. See how those sapphires reign supreme.

Give up to the lack of serenity and the proclivity for unmentioned propensities, lost in the electronic keys of sheep that follow a shepherd’s treble clef like theory tells us what is best and practice just does the rest.

So if only the beat would crop top, drop stop or anything like an unmoistened mop. Then maybe.

But not, now, SUSAN, you’re lazy.

Lazy susans aside, we got to ride maybe till the end of the tide till the war is clarified in motifs and lore core.

Blashphemous people speak on the sums while we are counting the accountable.

Ain’t nothing worth mentioning that doesn’t go unmentioned like the truth won’t out at any moment like the truth of humanity isn’t in its memory but in its progeny.