You're Fooling yourself.
See, when they gave us that nigga astronaut, they lost him in space
Sapience,suspicion, spinning plates; and when even the allied radio is afraid to sound his way and when they play him, how the modest question (what is listening?, What does it mean, to listen?) begins to render the shuffled bridge a deck in the house's hand with one club missing and one spade shipped to the casino, no answer,
(the more inexorably the principal of exchange-value replaces use-value for human beings, the more deeply does exchange value disguise itself as the object of enjoyment)
The Raven and The Coyote:
You should never resort to violence if it's at all possible to out-think a man
And from this moment on she is the soft master of every scene, she wins the movie
Malik, Is every negro
a potential blackman?
Intra-Mortality, the ultimate aphrodisiac The treble halo/
Pointilistic embrace (she knows her husband as well as she knows profit)
Every negro is a potential blackman. A few shadows and showdowns, ragged grace, poised raggedyness, the middle, gall
Barrel, roll out, Shango, cut to soap commercial or rickshaw, shield, clearing, celebrants... "you did it, you did it"
Reefer helps me focus. And her nerves, are never ravens and never coyotes, and weeping waterless tears
When was the first time you saw a man remember, how he is
the anarchy that silences each category with an ensemble time, what did he do next..get your silence together
(Music serves in America today as an advertisement for commodities which one must acquire in order to be able to hear music)
Forgetting makes it last, but, what's after the future..
Oh yeah... cool my bellhaven/meridian, I do too, forgetting makes it last
The illusion of sorrow narrows into a docile flute I can hear through the wall of potential blackness. Something suitable is about to happen. Forgetting makes it last-- or feel that our knowledge is a fluke out the category toward an ensemble time. You're fooling yourself. Forgetting makes it last
