Virtual Earth

So much of race that the new lift in mood was a surprise/invisible/seen it/ scenic and colorless. Prissy like a monolog about your childhood. I always say mine was pefect and I cried almost every night about how beautiful it all was and brutal. Millitant and a little wry around the will like I've been flirting again

                with the bent note

                                for a verse that never was

 Duke Jordan, Star Bright, just the first few seconds looped like

Ever notice how men can hold a whole discussion, a really warm, articulate one, by just grunting names of someone who moaned them to sleep one time when no one's around don't you mind the fame in your legacy, does it get in the way of itself, they preach back and forth how it just be's that way, it just is, and you crave your creed and it's the smoothest way to live and everyone swings with exuberant commitment

                           and I keep clutching my fetish  

                                        
                                                                        and it just goes to show