I wonder...

Dec 10, 2007



I wonder...

I wonder what its like to feel that reallity is better than irrationality, that a fatality is caused by a liability that can bring money for a lucky local hill-billy with a trumped up insurance policy. I like to think that I know where and what I am, like to examine my life through a camcorder and find that in fact when you strip away the bullshit yack you find me pure and sincere without a screen or a plan. But I wonder if thats the same about you, if you're wondering and wandering through the sky blue moon, through space and time and rather riding than writing a rhyme which you can speak. Why the peacock's feathers spread faster than a Porsche with custom leather to attract nothing at all just hit a brick wall and end up as a fatality of irrationality through this thick existence we know as reality.
But then again when I come back a year later, read the above rhymes through an expierence filter, I find I don't care. I go back to my literary lare, got nothing to express the thoughts through my beats cuz of my white hair and curly skin. Indeed reverse transgression, get shot down from a obsession, no suffering to cause my digression. Just wit and words no cliche. Live the past day for the present. Subliminal messages I meant it. Hate RENT for it, now Into the Woods and I still am no better for it. Flow like a stream, spit like a dream, maybe i'll come back next year and rise like steam.