Cards fall sundering the brain,
Seventy revolutions per nanosecond,
Shattering the walls with fists whitened.
You know nothing, empty pail, pale emptiness.
I wanted impressions and fireworks,
You wanted sex sex sex.
White light, silhouettes, shake it up.
Bounce bounce with your frayed edges.
I’m not a major, just a life lesson.
So spin around when I hit you.
Listen and maybe I can teach you something.
Fight for feelings found fundamentally far fit for frivolous fickle festivals finished factually for fortunate fairies.
Sounds like a lackluster bounty.
No talent, just a super gargantuan ego.
Consult your id and take a message.
Really now boy, where’s your heart?
Keep imagining those vibrations, poor nations, sensations, reconciliations, carnations?
Look at me, I am so cool, I make art art art.
Message over fame, worth over wealth,
Posted plastered and whatever else you do with it.
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