Sunday, July 24, 2011

church

I beat the haters to the punch

Self–deprication - a hunch

I’m choking down my dinner I’m drownin

They’re all still downing their lunch

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SEPERATE ART FOR SINGLES!!!
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frankinscence
incense
incentive benovelent
floresecnt adolescent
etching proof of deserved emmenence
channel elements into relevance to resonate
shock ya brain with 1008 bolts.
i'm at fault if i stop
but it never faults to joc,
i gotta manic so with a steady slash of rap,
made you adore me
quicker than you can
say mrs vorhees
baked me some cookies,
lookie lookie,
i got a flash light, i flash it right
here like kid flash
a fire starter stare,
like a young barrymore
could never bury me more
then i already
then i self -depricate
6 feet under the dirt.
i rhymed my way to the church
wrote a line to direct my
walk to the back of the hurst.
for better or worse. it is
a blessing and a curse
psychiatry's dream subject
a therapist worst nightmare.
a paradox
ox-ymoron. you cannot
cont-radict not even clock

grew up on alt rock
NAILS POLISHED
BOWIE. boy or girl,
dont matter
evolved molton hip hop.
with a
interrogate my precedents . i (welcome aye)
experiments
(instriuments.utensils)
mental. manic, frantic as a frenzy.
from the NZ. Southern hemisphere.

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