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I mow a dead lawn, aim for the alpha Ten claws deck the halls of Valhalla Not a man, a receptacle for crest-fallen matter Never tempered or pressed into patterns But just wont die, instead a palpitation from the plasma Pumping disenchanting anecdotes and antiquated data at em I get these headaches that climb down into my stomach Then off into my extremities and out into the public In a flood of shadow puppetry, something in the air Got a tiny pool of energy becoming self-aware Its recognizing family and alphanumeric characters Scenery and deities with unassuming avatars Close encounters exacerbate his condition From classy to a bastion of classic misdirection Tune into the Casio adventures When the rest of me can barely form a god-damn sentence Aesop Rock
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 09:54:17 +0000

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