THIS IS IT

sometimes i have a lot of pent up energy that i want to just let out of my head and rip it into space so that the fucking aliens can taste that shit and spit it back into the sky so fly like a white guy name lee who once tore apart his yard with a malibu with fucked up tires and fucked up wheels of spoken truths related to this run on sentence in unison surrounding the center of the circle to this thought. right now i just wanna run and hide in a corridor that’s covered in time by rhyme with flow like a glowstick itching between my knees among a bed of pigs rigging a ring a things like this thing i got here. so fuck off while i go about my thing while you watch from a distance two switches.

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