State of confusion equals enlightenment.
I don't care the lights not turned out yet.
I'll wish upon a star; I'm rotating. I'm dizzy
Especially, when I scatter footprints on the ground trying too dance. Finding my way to a fence- with my Ninja Turtle bandanna hair.
I could lift a cement block, or a child with one hand. Coaxing integrity to surrender to test my heart so it would grow three sizes from the why can't I look days.
Mm okay, you tripping'. I'm tripping too. I better get in shape. You start crawling with your ass in the air. Bum Wars!
Get your ''Frogamaphone!'' An artist explaining why having bullet proof glass houses take- away seasonal affliction disorder. Like a gumball machine, you see in; like you see out.Trespassers are aware: Mashing is over- susceptible to assumptions.
Lifting the babies like stars in the air/ Hands up when feet up. Acting like I'm running away from a Nazi when you learned the hard way.
Slices are promoted better, drink lots of water/ I love you too! My shadow holds your heart!
Logo's are over- the- counter. Social Butter fly eyes, crossing planes, reading the newspaper in a taxi on your cellphone.
Pumpkin Head split in two- Sneezing and bashfulness are fighting for their right to party. Hoisting a legion of the righteous. I'm spicy- so salty. My hydra-senses give me laugh- attacks.
I lift weights like a bone! My head is bigger then my hands in Football! Call me dot. Short for daughters over- hauling ''Tings.''
I'm like an acrobat with swings surrounded by surround- sound. Being lit, sophisticated, and priceless. Trying to gain sportsmanship before leadership.
I suffer from an anxious tips, latched arms and legs, a beautiful song cry, and usually I take a minute to drain my pouch and have a moment on my cell phone to myself as if I'm thirty million years old, because I'm telling you some brand names should be cut off. So I'm quick in a corner.
Like Fast Food, Do real work, get real food!. Money or Power. Or both. The smell of cinnamon brings you in, every dollar spent your folding your luck around the turf. Its about defying your body.
Welcome to the grunt: Olympics. where I wonder if I can spend my budget, and keep the crap I get.
I'm together but separated from when I wasn't. My gold is my bravery. Sometimes I'm testing the flow of energy. Look what I got.
Flagging you to capture the flag. I'm still like a rabbit, alert like a rooster, I'm domesticated like a sheep and escape like a horse. Those are my astrology symbols. I was so ''G!'' Your so Alive!
I had to yeesh! Can you top me: with an ironic ''muah?''. In transition is an ''aw''. I have to preserve my hums/bellows and sighs- fluency; when released: on the spot.
I would like to keep a life of purpose. But I hate ''so's''. Hallmark moment- Hue of moisture. I can read mantras up and down, backwards, and to the right.
We are being sacrificed. When The Pope: spills the salt; I see nothing but courage shedding our value. Inkling to full recovery. Its over-time; in over- drive. I'm starring- at my defense. Understanding superstitions: truth or dare's.
With a standard for living. I spy an amp/ A cat/ A mother nature magazine picture/
A pen and a diary. With a hand on your chin. The magazine trips me out
more then the kitty.
I call her ''Leopard Times Three.'' She looks like a Hyena. I feel like an appliance, I feel out- dated. But cool as as spring
Some tunes are seasonal, but it means no less. Maybe even more. When your coming from a tie, to the bottom to the top with a psych out.
Saying your time is up is ''so yesterday''.
I'm thinking going half def I'm less scared of my voice, more scared of saying excuse me.
I call her ''Leopard Times Three.'' She looks like a Hyena. I feel like an appliance, I feel out- dated. But cool as as spring
Some tunes are seasonal, but it means no less. Maybe even more. When your coming from a tie, to the bottom to the top with a psych out.
Saying your time is up is ''so yesterday''.
I'm thinking going half def I'm less scared of my voice, more scared of saying excuse me.
I bet peanut- butter sticks to the roof of my mouth, because I haven't seen a grateful chauffeur since the local buses went on strike.
Knowing you reap what you sew and I got cavity's to fill, sub- ordinates to condone, and a myth to bust.
Praying; I can go through the wall. ''Wifi'' my life. I want to be strong, physically. So I could say, I'll start, and you finish.
But I have to stop being talked through everything like your need to admit you contradictions.
Word of mouth is with a question you thought couldn't be a question. Like whos the bigger baby when you open your mouth, and can't close it? Boo- I wonder if you think I'm joking? I might like the pressure.
My drama stems from a schedule. Its about you. Its about me. More importantly its about us!
Sometimes you better be right. Sometimes, you are surrounded by people that are right. Sometimes you are loudest when you are wrong.
I'm busy. A one woman soldier, who's shadow can no longer be chased- just understood. I'm against the wall. I look in the mirror saying ''I believe''.
Making exceptions coughing. Fuck I'm looking really good these days. Better make room for ducking and covering as well as knocking on wood. I'm feeling like its easy to make my Dad look like Hannibal Lector. But I see the diamond in the rough in the tip of his know it up your nose, and around the corner bluff.
Hoping to sit next to you gain. I'm thinking to myself, I could be the apple, haha. Yeah right', sometimes the jump is massive. I heard it could be a pomegrante. Well take this for granted. You reap what you sew,
as much as I might be the next Charlie Brown, because my blanket; I'm going too be caring around, is enough to make me; eccentric. Not even considering clowning around. The kryptonite is my power. Running on the spot infront of the mirror.
With a mate, a shorty, and a troll. I blow bubbles when I'm bursting, holding my breath gasping every minute and a half chewing my lemon fresh gum..
Saying please, if your going to look back picture me doing relay. With three class clowns, waiting for the phone to ring.
Before I remind you what a bugey and your feet can do. Grow up. Flying like Wylie Cotoyee. The road runs tagging sewers any long jumper would go over rocks cherishing the turbo kick.
We can really be the dinosaurs. Telling myself, the phantom, can't really believe the fat lady is going to sing when I mark my territory with a: sleep with one eye open.
Block Busters don't have an aversion to thrashing. They have an aversion to kicking you out of the threatre. Got to get red cross in there.
Do as your told, not as we do! You know when you know somebody. That says its a tough way to die.
Commercials are even on the internet now. Scratching out letter's of the alphabet. So I can have a ''spelling b'' instead of ''crying wolf.''
There might be a lot of craters the size of pluto. Wondering why build on work, when you can delete it.
When my dad knows out of all people I left the fucking creek, and am improvising monkeying around in the house. When I'm inside the creek I'm absent minded because its been so long- I'm all swept up.
You have a big head, I have a big nose. I'm definitely handing out; business cards- for recycling my mojo ''too soon''. When I know I can't be there for you.
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Better is a change that I like! Catch me being happy because it's love at first sight! and I'm a long distance runner.



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