Avokado, äppelcidervinäger & sesamfrön. The cure for this mess.

It cant be measured, it has no dimensions.
Give it away, and in the moment, you have just as much.
It has no size, weightless compounds of non-synthetic timeless highs.
It has nothing, is everything, and can. not. be. bought.
It can be won, but it does not compete.

ok.. got medals on my walls, better than gold, professional when it comes to setting the score, i will forever be incredible got metal for bones-, an inevitable goal for a heavenly soul is the letting it go-ing with melody- flowing like i levitate, a feather on the interstate, heavyweight, led astray, in a kinda state where anything could be my faith, its like a dinner and my plate is filled with women and steak, ive been away, you dont know me.

Roses are red, voilets are red, im colorblind and fuck you.

Stuck on vibrations, higher elevation is describable as nature, louder- limitations is a lie its what I pay for, sky is on the ground and I will find what I came for, mind soul paper,

The endless insanity of man has numbed my senses and my tongue is restless but I dont speak-, try not to over think why Im sober holding a drink, nothing more than a dream, not knowing whats real.

The game is a lottery, possibly this honesty will save me, play beats pushing it louder til i escape- i create wings-, bird is on fire and im an addict, to the love- its the saddest thing i ever made a habit, im a drug- burning to arise from the ashes- blunts weed passes til the drumbeats mastered, in the front we aint asking we just laugh and then light some, talk behind our back cause were standing on your horizon,

Allow me to be Frank like Zappa.. 

 

"I bring this to existence, fingerprints still missing,
unwillingly persistent its a matter of indifference,
rather insufficient this unravelling of evidence,
the lack of intelligence is an act I will rebel against,
… when facts become irrelevant."
 

 Misplaced words I disposition and emerge this twisted fiction its a curse.

I woke up with your name on my lips and my face in her tits, with my brain trippin on last minute airplane tickets and a weird indifference, I merely listened, clearly missing interest as tears flood for me to sink in, Im thinking.. see these eyes, hypnotized by your hips and thighs, live a different life, not for you to understand, so fly that I need kryptonite to land-, this is why Im mad and this is why Im not, this is why- this is why- this is why Im hot. lolololol

Guess im real as my dreams but can I set them free, I have a lesser sense of wellness better check whats real, Am I a vessel for the essence that Im blessed to even sense or just a everlasting presence like my sex appeal. yea. lol.

Rum wine sprite coke and gunfights with blindfolds,

sunrise- eyes closed.

Writing while riding to work, turning right up on the curb where nothings left, nothing less then tough to digest these preposterous texts, love under pressure, confronted with a lecture, no stress no corrections, so blessed so messed up, so tested- you heard all of my confessions in one night- and we turned left where nothings right.

and so on and so on. so gone. so long.