Cracks in my windshield - in the driver's seating and it's runnin' hot.
Back with no reveal - all the teasin' yet still gettin' no response.
Cracks in my crown - goin' for Mariko Goto - "ah da daaaaa."
Blastin' horses loud - plenty-o' pone notes flowin' out my car.
Suture it
if it suits your
intent to minutia.
Bit-by-bit I'll get that to ya.
But I'm flat true-vibing -
this sky's desat-blue nightly.
See me seek no, need no more forceps -
steer inDirect, fillin' out my flora 'Dex.
Deft to scorn the not' to "chug some kegs".
Not more than punchin' stress when bumpin' Flutter Rex.
My subs may fizz
when the bass hits
and the base 'ish
in the basement
of the vacant
station in my brain is
overtaken
by displays
of illumination;
rays hit,
makin' a case
for defenestration
of the brain stem -
taken in and restrainin',
ruminatin' obviated.
"Patience is payment"
I say to the pavement.
Its own payment - makes sense, straight back -
backtrack to my last belief.
Back at dashin' downtown down this brain's train track
like the lastin' crack cripplin' my windscreen.
Not a fiend for this fix,
not a fiend for this sh-[TW3LV3].
Never been a misfit.
See it, better clip it.
Clip this wig - it's
scuffed, it's split, it's slit, it's ripped to bits -
and a bit like my wit,
a bit like
cracks in my windshield - in the driver's seating and it's runnin' hot.
Back with no reveal - all the teasin' yet still gettin' no response.
Cracks in my crown - goin' for Mariko Goto - "ah da daaaaa."
Blastin' horses loud - plenty-o' pone notes flowin' out my car.
[Uh oh]
[Doodled is a little cuckoo]
[Oh no]
I'm done vibing like the Twelve-With-The-Threes!
Doubled up - not compelled to hear me!
Glad this car is soundproof -
my howls can't be found proof
for taunts of any value
to pardon once I found you.
I ain't planning on recompense,
I'm not actin' - find no black box as evidence!
Won't reflect from reflections.
Herd that to your next-of-kin,
so they get to your betterin'.
Better-suited suit you're better in -
better part; things getcha clout.
Sway and power bother - they spawn you pain.
Got my Heartstrings glitching out -
Big Bon-Bonner Down The Lane!
Finna forego a pro bono Goto/Godot/Robomodo robo-dojo, Servo, I got ropin' dopes down to a science -
sign of a scion signing his eyes to mighty proprietors, silently sighting and seizing all the conspirators for the
salty reminder pyre with a mug worth the buck. (Pow.)
Out-of-pocket out of pocket, I always sucked.
I was pacin' - had to freeze-up.
Now I'm blazin' - got that Dream luck.
Cracks in my windshield - in the driver's seating and it's runnin' hot.
Back with no reveal - all the teasin' yet still gettin' no response.
Cracks in my crown - goin' for Mariko Goto - "ah da daaaaa."
Blastin' horses loud - [devolves into hellscape]
(Alright, we're here, settle-... settle down. I'm normal. I'm a normal boy.)
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