Supersonic vision, everybody’s wishin’. Clouded haze, like the days of solstice oblivion. Jingle smells, living thru hell. First world, third world. Some Karen or Chad, losing their ish. Finding ways to be mad, bringing everyone whose down tears of some busted clowns. What can I say, none of us are clean through this modern, surveillance sheen. Damn public opinion is so mean. Sitting here, thinking, some may say stinkin, nonetheless, one can attest we all got a reason to be heard. Can we tone down the absurd?
No other way to say it. Cause I’m living in prose, when the poetry is ugly and addiction thru narcissism flows. Courage to keep swinging, even when you’re flailing. Even though the state of the art has been reduced to drive by convienence.
Magically expecting good things to appear, all up in arms when there’s no mega millions lotto prize. Billionaires though rule heavy that’s no surprise. Still crying and up on arms. True it’s screwy , but why up in arms…truth is you get what you give and many of us have given the effort equivalent to a bowl of lucky charms. Chalking it up to slaving for a 9 to 5, again you’re allowing yourself to go blind. Simply put, do whats best for you and help one another while caring and sharing, for yourself. Get help, find a shoulder whatever you need , even some dirty times on the hub and the call scene. No way I can judge…as long as it’s a mutual dance and no one in any way is being harmed and all innocence is maintained in the appropriate places. Then after the grime, get cleansed, get right..some green to clear the scene, or just a tip toe thru nature if medicinals aren’t your thing. ..but loafing amd doing nothing, letting yourself get rotten. Taking it our on everyone who loves you or strangers that pass on by? Honestly that’s a shame and an embarrassment and you should feel.hury and cry. If only Kanye didn’t always need to compensate. Or maybe if Lennon knew how much his two sided thinking left damage. Anyway I know…..Musk, Besos and those multi wealth bros are no heroes. People want so much to reach the highest highs. I’m guilty as sin of it too, and I have the posts as evidence. I guess I’m now feeling the lesson of Big Time Bex. Instead of being the grownup I needed as a child, being the egomaniac I’ve railed against and despised….ouch…is that real life?
No other way to say it. Cause I’m living in prose, when the poetry is ugly and addiction thru narcissism flows. Courage to keep swinging, even when you’re flailing. Even though the state of the art has been reduced to drive by convienence.
Good morning, afternoon, it can’t always be night. Can’t always fight. Some if the most painful words to hear are often, shut the fuck up. Buck up, as your feeling constantly heat and glows of your integrity…ground yourself and get free…..don’t let some Charlotte reverse and be the voice of reason…..finally as for the season….it’s 24/7 not just one day and presents aren’t as groovy as presense….and he was born early fall.. Regardless of your style, I encourage you to ignore and answer the according calls. If you know you know, if you don’t keep studying it will hit like a mad rush hopefully at a disco and not on a Rollercoast……it’s going on and on….and on and on… see the nuggest of wisdom and healing and rest when see those point…cause it’ll go on and on and on……
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