On the edge on manic, short of chronic, i turn my offences into fences, copper cop flattitude, corn horn is the steam shield, i focus on ther vain train, wank is the sex that's real. Johnny and Hossan are gone, the two true kingdom leaders as climbers of the seldom method that leads to the overworld.
The edges before me, late coding sessions with Joshua, did i told you about the Prophet of 17, the lord of calculus and well of wisdom, the one that leads troops by a milimetric move from his fingernail. Timeshifting, i'm still in St Jean de Luz, and it feels as hell and sure as light that i'm there for the last time ever. All i leave behind, the last bath in the ocean, the last bytes, the last time i see thoses places, farewell from me or to me ?
Many questions, shapesolvers, decipher lucifer, train-station in vanity, being in vain, loops of memories shifts, do i recall anything or fool myselfwith something, fear and panic, edges, steps in direction to death, coffee and ciggies for no more do i have to care. Brain fraud, hair race, pigstified dishes, meet me at the airport, red fraction, cuni calculus, nympho youngsters, facists scouts, i am the fat cadet listening to African angels banging water like a whitty would on a drum.
I try to sleep the daylight away, the whole rails through, my cheaten heart dithers off you, engraved and emblazed. I walk the rails, the way young lovers do but ground seagull style. Pimp travellers, geek forever, the legal and educated style, who am i to crawl the floor beneath them feet the way i do at 25 ? Nuke'them until the strip clubs closes by dawn. Niggaz in my crew got their ladies, they all have babies, i am the square tosser without attitude, dumb numb surfer in the abbys at the tilde of the vawe them civilization is about to endure, waxin' me board, nothing i can't leave at ground level.
Lord bless them harms, xpath on xscale, Joshua and the promised river bench. I have to cut down the tiny list. I commute accross the country, heart attack, minor stroke, bad regression and pain in the chest, unsually strong. Six days, fixed income, no questions, no string attached, hallal, safe as in beer, i've only told my nefew about it. He still is too young to understand my means and my evils.
I shaved backwards, the lights went off in the middle of the day, tiny balls of thunder striking the abbysmal skies when i was young, from the bunker to the ocean, from the church to the shrine, when stories are no more, the industry of yours, them thin paper wings, veteran general, Mao Wong Lee, Josh is a negociator, he runs linux as a lifestyle. Give them enough dope for the method to escalate.
I am now in the grave, after the attic, after the abbys.
[45 days off duty, call it a sick break]
Erection on V, scratching lessons, ice screams, lava cool, i'm so lonely and bored with this span. It's frustrating, they're gone. Takes narco-psychomorphics twice a day. The smurfs are as gone. Not only is it depressive but aimless loose i focus. I'm working turntable in order to keep my promise to Eric "Kid Koala". The MPC is on it's way and i'll get a decent mixer soon. This might as well be vanity. Waxin' them squares. V stands for the inner. I seem to be post the lematin' point.
He who blames in silence. She who makes it impossible. Depature of the Christ, stood i on outside. The art of scratching, an MPC and two mixers. Will i go past post their Christ. Blame is one, repent is two, creatures are three. Let there be drugs, abuse, fingerprints and heavy basses. The computer of the pueblo, the science of scraping and dirty scripting i get paid for. Ravaudage ! We get them down with no delay, drown with no echo, dead with their egos.
I'll gamble chemistry on monday, cut short on tuesday and stand clean postward. Who's gonna ride the ice-cream van ? The deed is simple, skip as many generations as possible and leave behind thoses without education in justice. I'll never be free, what are you talking about ? There's corruption, there's lush'n'lust, there's greed. Vanity train, dark stations, ticket to dust, nose bleeds, haircuts. She left me before i saw her. It turns out i'm a concept without instinct. Taking transports mountains by strategy. Once my foe, once the shelter, twice the price of the ticket. Tired of the chemist. You won't miss me, my flesh will disolve, black a second, happy ever after. Before i hit the ground, before the last transportation, collapsing temples, tuckers never dubbed me, them who fertile, them who futile, forget me fast nor forgive me. The prophet strikes back, shadows in black, grey or gray matter the most, insignifiant the cost, overdraft and touchdown, wanna die don't care for spare time. Mean clock, Flavour Flav as a minister, who notices ? This earthspan is over. Let it bleed as vault, text me the schematics, abstract anything from the blank bank, cobalt stem cells. One truth is that you don't give even a tiny damm.
Zoo station, airport for boomerangs, count down please, ennemy. Low profile, ego toys, sexual concepts, money spent on junk. Oz, sidewards, past lapses, lost notion of relator lotion. Tuck me in, like i was a rigolo. Let's hear it from a stranger. A neighbour in the bible, a stranger on my mind. They looked older by the way. I'm older too, even shaved off, back from the plug, my solitude, focus on a vain pain, who's gonna drive the horses ? The killing, memes in practice, showroom dummies fancying the model, rules abide, the deed she longs after. Always crashing backwards in the same bus. Always crushing for another one, back in the holy yards, and a thousand miles behind. Red army kingdom, hunting for whities, let there be no privacy, i'll take a nap later. How about the king of the formula ?
Early boot, dirty chemist, broken pipes. I see no shadow. He who wrote signs, he who obeys, he who can't help. Seven reasons why i care but is too shy to show her. Shelter from the storms, might as well be Scottland, might as well be her longer hair, might as be the fact that years have passed me by, all i want is to get down off the score. Fancying and not showing like in the bible when you can't take someone else's. Nothing i can't leave behind, kingdom is closer to me than us.
I used to talk.
He said "spread the world". Next is the things that matters the cost. Seven by monday, pound check, europa more, call Blank Franck, dreamt someone else, cobalt napalm, easy ouija plates, i'll master the minimum, in dreams, i talk to you eye to eye, truth for a truce, raise litteracy, kill mo' cops, and the deputy, minister defer, blame it on the mighty, all i can give, no more money, ring them bass, bless the code and the templates.
Alphabet stream, a few candles, moves me. 34. Ignore. Nuke me undercover. It's not that i discard but stay mute. Who can't you trust. She's a pimp pusher. Waxin' and wackin' all of you square pads locks the abbys turnatable lab in spastic narcotic trains. I never was free, overdraft, underscore, junkies junction, the grid and the mash-down, the craddle and the shrine. He rides your wild horses, Niñetto, i'm now past 56. The dust you lust, the diamond you scratch, the veins that remain, we never where amongst us, the monster in the station, duality in triangles, we shook hands, your perfume, my vanity. You left before the war and besides the fake peace. The dust you seldom see, behold to the operator. Leo strikes again, the chord and the net, i'll dismiss guilt and enter the realm. Blame it on me, charge my master, but don't stay a word and remain out of our sight. It turns out to be a nest, 56, so busy you faint, the youngsters call me Mr, the joke is on me. Media medium, read the personnals, neither, never, either, be the other. I am a misantrope but not enough to date someone on a social basis. hHe pixels war, the lust you never feel, the cost of memories, i can't afford, i'm cursed by their fates, faiths and karmas. Chemist she, iron clouds, shelter from the virus, shelter from tomb. The kick in the morning against hte priest, monitoring fags and shags, backdoor operator, freelance fees, Shenghen Shangai, i wanted to be in Seoul, where the soul is no more, i'll be there anytime, Korean babies, Korean bodega, she who whisters in a foreign language, the light through the window, coffee might as well, as well be dumbo, as i decipher the signs without a dedicated ship, a chip in the harm, calm artificial, medicated to the bones. Broken homes, tuck you in the bogs, the bugs i never understood, solid as a code, as the lime drug, the line in the mirror, barely igni-instanciated, to turn pro, cut and paster, the flesh and the money, the wax under the needle, you won't miss me.
Funky ape, who do you think you fool ? A room does make a home, spinnal trap, neuroleptics social, paths and patterns, grave as in bass, grevious and splurge, would you even dare to fancy me ? The highway is for gamblers, the plane that never lands, only if i could tell you the truth.