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Charlie Brown
I'm
Dancing like Charlie Brown
Doing it doing it doing it fuck it
Sick of the minstrel show gotta
Blow my nose high off of cloves
Inhaling the garlic who's on the Wallace Grommet
Go vomit
Sick of face value reactionary
Sleeping medicine given to Edison who forgot to invent
The light
The world is just a bicycle the road's a cycle and
Daylight
Comes and goes like the traffics are stop and go
Light signals
Predetermine the hills the dips the fucking record skips
Like the stutter of my tongue and then lips
In my world of existentialism the pen is driven into
The sediment
The only place where Bloods and Crips are saints and planes are flown by peddling fast as fuck on a treadmill
Uphill but I am downhill still
I been around the bend and back again
Lost a couple friends but then again and again
It had to happen like my apocrypha didn't matter
So these cats with they blank stares
Too concerned with they Nike airs
Remember that time when we danced til three
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I was the universe and you were my galaxy
The world ain't pretty but it ain't shitty neither
We all need to take a breather
Do you remember that time when we danced til three
I was the universe and you were my galaxy
The world ain't pretty but it ain't shitty neither
We all need to breathe deeper
I'm
Eviler than your Lucifer holier than your Christ
Foolish as fuck for saying that shit or stupid as shit for believing in it I'm sorta a cynic
Dim as fuck ignorant numb dumb stunned shunned right outta your tea party
With tapestry cakes and white lace
Visions of china dolls peering at me with glass eyeballs
Fuck you for making me feel small
Staring through me insides inside my insides seeing through dimensions of matter yo it don't matter but what is
Weightlessness time and space is
Nothing more than atoms inside of my head making me comprehend all of your bullshit
Cuz inside of my soul that is inside of my being that is
Priceless so why should I give a fuck who is the nicest
Probably the same reason I'm writing this to you
Hoping to god my pen don't bleed through seep through
The holes where shadows don't do as they told
They just dance like the colors inside of my head they like
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