My name: Christopher= "the Christ Bearer"... {The Aquarian Prince}... I'm nice mannered> but Big Brother sifts the hairs that splice my part in this green sea and throw dirt; I'm-A water bearer in the stars_ no joe dìrté- so i-Water bare Earth. Scorched by here/say, my scars baptize {{in a sense}} those who wear the D.A.R.E. card like a perk. And my peers say: Take your chances with the Devil, and you can count on snares and sound bars. Try to find your sound drug_ that's my fate. Addicted to this fluid shit that's cruisin ships till they're blue in lips. Found wrong by so many, but overlooked by just one. Why must this beat be noise if the noodle's spittin' them sparks,hun? Atilla found this kindle-like bush matter, and it seems as if everyone that it hits, barks. It's kush, Hatter. Tree: A typical little subliminal, we spin and fall then _pause~ it for effects... and hey..~ i see= for the other two of me are gauzed, or stained with warp from war. Tainted and sprayed with splintered paints; ashes to ashes, pockets full of posey as we fashion these reactions to fit the actions that we blacked in [i mean out] and we back out_ We all fall down, but we bendin' straws.. Twist three of 'em~ GEe! Still mixin' words and splittin' hints with make-shift road curves_ "Don't give your dome 'bergs'"_ may be icey, so it'd be nice if <weed> fly home first. Before you sip the Rum in the mirror, don't forget that i like whiskey for my fears_ and when you whisper in my ear make sure i hear you ever clearly lest we see RED and end up in D'E.R. lookin back on "no werds for murder" and whatever the fuck "worst dinner" meant! My tour tees got more of these conformities, or, comforted with loyalties and virtue, to define trust. Family pact must have integrity to contact Eye_ to Lust to dance with stride or to Love to walk with pride? Fine tune is grounded, underground, with rusted sounds when your invested in repetition of reputation expecting different expectations. Let in other sounds. Open your grate. Walk with other guides, man, rope in your stake. Wake up. Find your filter and open your face_ Get up to find your ground being lifted, get HIGH, tap the oil and rig it to lift your spirits and be HERE for a little, now. Space-OP. Kill profanity. Sanity is in, so _wake up! Face-off!! Before your found inside of these different styles of stone bearings. Idol sins_ My all is "all-in" with this 'metaphysical-pistol-pull'~ Stick 'em up senorita! This a BUST! i'm-a breed a simple (pool). Make the glare hard then. NO scarce arms or fake spins in our den. Hugs and drugs and LOVE and care are__ bare necessities of the essentials with the rest of these vets; pets, these guests we sweat to set the bets at ease as we let the best rest and forget the pests then guess that whet kid's next to best chess move is just like his recipe to get wet with grease and try an' tie this mess up, relentlessly trying to jet_ winding up winded and crying, trying to fry his eye dumb with his priced up cut, we might slice up this kid and leave him stripped in the night, cut, with nothing but this, his nice dumb luck, and his priced right shoe*;[so he doesn't trip and fall with less than up__ wait! < i typed up: _less than up, when this lesson was a typo that my hedd spit from perifferals. The "P" is silent, man and it's a guess then, UP- "U" spun from different holes, when up gets a heads up, stuff gets lined up, then stuffed up in the trunk for the next bump. When up gets ahead, it's headway, but we stilled then till we fill zen with our hedd weight. Blessed perspective..Sung from different nests, but best when read thin. Right lines up, side down for bottom feed, err.. please "technically" slide over while i pan in on M Knight DeVil for a Noctem seed: and Mike knows it's but a slight roast. Not Planter's, but Peanut's to say the least. i prefer margerine on my wheat toast, while we toast to our FATHERS, FIRST AND FOUR_MOST. Give us this DIEM our daily bread crumb, and spread like butter.ALAS~ i can't believe it's not: I Can't Beleive It's Not Butter butter!! Mind numb..blown dumb with all these churned facts, "Got Silk?" At last! A stand in_ i get corrected>>> CORRECTION:: **THESE Wrights' new shoes... He ain't writin' but if you ask him he'll tell ya: "These used to be Mike's new shoes!" He don't even like dudes Nikes\ but he just might be the type to hang them out on the power line in front of your Mom's crib at night and say that it's Mikey's, he likes it, and< it's a statement to say the least_ but i mustn't let the tracks of this rhyme scheme trail off. Slack net, while i set this hook right and refrain from framing any permanents whilst training by displaying proper permeates. If i'm gona spread this 'cooked rice' and turn this saturated sheep stew into something that is suffucable, then this has to be diffusable_so we have to really use 'em all: Our aura's make the ripple's in our wake's that act as like~perfume- or actually more like perfuse, or stored up words for seeped through,or charged, like deep fused, percolate, penetrate, or more-so impregnate, to leach through; to fill in each groove, filter, inform.. or screen through. Haven't you heard: "the bird is the 'werd'" and i'm all about the quality, so follow me to learn the verb imbue-to bathe, pervade, or drench_ and the "bird" is still ingrain, invest, instill, and it's still also inspire, then inject, and inculcate while these pulse rates reach meaner levels, breathe, and sit back and "imbuere" the satin with this late Middle English 'saturate' sense of such elaborate gab where we had cotton mouth so bad that we had to "imbutus" our lips when we do-do this in Latin. That's just a past participle of 'moisten' if you had listened to my voice pitch back when we stopped to take a breathe and decide to be coy with this sponge that steeps in choice.. FIN: & to say that in quotes would be improper 'cus if i'm implying that it's ended, it's prolly not even close to over, clocked in. Don't pop in and preach why you're pro-CERN again. Definately, literal means it's bolder... I'm concerned my stream is SlOW lEARNED. But my mind just needs this. Soul slurred, but i'm gold when i AM. Read this. Slapped dumb when i'm dredding the stage.
Well, hell, it's high time to out words and hit the back woods to sit back, relax, and crack buds.. Gotta re-lapse the times in my mind to track puns. Steel hand grants aide played with 20/20, plus ONE layed to Sheild my babey, and Hydra just can't steal me... Maybe rhyme a way back to my house and find a stage to ground first. Yet another turning point_ Ample opportunity to show the world what i found first... Just a sample from two of me that EYE mixes with sound Werds.
¤ T.A.P.
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