Took one look at a sun crooked, concrete street cooking. right novel, wrong bookends. But minutes never give an inch, frozen stiff, insolent. What's this I see before me? Fell from seven stories up. Now what the fuck spun the sun times a hundred to repugnant jackals lacking substance? Well it's two thousand-something. but I sprung from eruption and play with an ancient gumption. I don't recognize all the soulless of eye poltergeists that are floating, foreboding doom tonight. But I would like respite, single-file line separate, in days past the singular fighting pilot mind was desperate, like a birth-time hectic, shocked medic already looking for an exit. Shamans belong in a throng throbbing electric, not in this obsession with false progression. Keep a shot of my constant in wallet, take it out when the nosebleed comes and I gotta stop it. There's no telling where the clock is, born a thousand years late and there's no one in the cockpit. Space and time disconnected, made in the likeness of toads dissected. The old die next. kid, I swore it was millennial, blinked once and the world vision was video. Blinked twice, under a red dot and a key light while i'm vicariously peeping with green sight an orb before the business of war rotted clotted populace to the core. Here it comes, once again, sun ascent. Something's off the rocker, pun intent. What it is? It's a van winkle sequel. coming straight from a day when animalia and people equal. Skipped the reign of the regals, missed the parade of upheaval, born in the nines but my soul's from a time peaceful and primeval.
From fetal position I spy steeples, close my eyes, try to convince myself they're deceitful. Before sleep didn't color outside bushido and I'm rewarded with an unlock able keyhole. Sbserving a Castamere downpour and as the flood waters rise I'm stuck on the ground floor. Now they're saving women and children dead last. Fingers crossed this is shock value from days past. Like witnessing a raptor team vs bovine match, concepts so dumbed down I cut my brain in half to try and grasp. Didn't help at all, glue slack kelp back together. I've deciphered these ape/sapiens use elk racks for measure, that's if I get the meaning of their manual. Prepare sacrifice for god pleasure annual. "Abandon sanity daily", I'ma try and skip that shit, cause to stay crazy means strafing trouble not confronting it. If this adonis cycle taught me anything it's that there's no permanence or earnestness in the furnace of what sunrise brings. Dousing for dry springs that I could swear were there last week but it's been at least a century since I took a drink. Think of my resurrection, link the heavens to conscript those with a steadfast connection to premeditated arrangement on cellular levels before applying God particle and placing weight on pedals. Don't need a medal or any credit, just teleportation to a sequence of creatures who soak up life lessons. To think, this lie was an investment, just to drag us through creeks breen from long running septic. And if I didn't hold value in life, I'd expedite my sight with the dash of a knife. But I didn't call it in the air so I'll stick it out in spite of the fact that I only see darkness in the sunlight.
