Just breathe. breathe. breathe
Just breathe. breathe. breathe
Got a slot filled with
Replacement offense, in my tacklebox for the battlebot
Snatch the auxes, and cattle prod what the talons caught
I’m palate swapping, sauvignon and i rattle on with some ‘pass it on’ ish
As i lax, listening to alan watts
Half kasparov, half tachyon, with a dash added of mastodon
Party crasher badge badly drawn, go kobayashi to a caveat
Grown thyne hobby to babble on, known for sloppy fashion
Awkward actions, that’s why swamp flies all try snacking on him
I’m trying to get a sense of what you’re pissing in the pot, that you posit is glistening penance
In getting a grip, it is missing some digits
Kick this simplis-ticness, then it’s
Grimacing into that 16th min-ute, innit?
In a fit of what i want to call an opposite assimilation
I have bent the page to keep my place, and here
Setting the table even though this is not a dinner date
But if i get my vittles, i’ll be gentle when i immolate
The way i’m attempting to live, as did atlas, is maddening, having me flattening
I just need to take a minute in between the auto-derision and stress from all the decision to put a pause on it, it may be obvious to you, i never thought of it
But what i aught to do is take a bit off and breathe
Breathe. breathe. just breathe
Breathe. breathe. just breathe
Got a slot filled with
These bottle rockets, that fit snug into a boombox cockpit
Have you ever seen a more pristine example of this breed of leaky faucet?
With no means to stop it, neighbors on my stoop, i just leave em knocking
Hula hooping, you past the loop, i don’t greet you often
So what if i take too long, when i break this off
It’s grade a, earl grey, grey poupon
Scribe sapien saber is flaking stains off
To pages awaiting to take and display
Hot takes off frays’ forays
Pray more daily a forged forte makes more doorways and ensures more pay
Cause the course gourmet but the ground floor wage makes the plates paper
Presentation aches for a change, major
Found heaven in a half-step where the tabs all get paid later
I think the word i’m looking for is placature
The way a farraday cage is a volts annulment
Melody parry pain, aim, cull the culprits
Of a sulken, sullen, deadbolt soul
It’s a therapy just as much as indulgence
The way i’m attempting to live, as did atlas, is maddening, having me flattening
I just need to take a minute in between the auto-derision and stress from all the decision to put a pause on it, it may be obvious to you, i never thought of it
But what i aught to do is take a bit off and breathe
Breathe. breathe. just breathe
Breathe. breathe. just breathe
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