my heinsight of memories lifelines keep distant unlike the business graduation report cards with the types of lectures left always to rewrite historical information alone with my notorious reputation you know what it do, it do what i want it too yes the blessing sanctimonious success well I just couldn't give a fuk less anymore bcoz these days prepaid plans free fall with my major fanfare base of populus inept adapting beyond the depth of oceanic tidal waves hit by shoreline swept away faster than plaster taking time to dry and then rafters take to fall below the top plate i mean, how many mates do we have to say farewell to as a community i mean, when will we believe in happiness estranging ourselves from attainment all before people realise this war fare violence is unfair on families familar with personality flaws flabbergasted be the traumatic events only to be held on the back streets in the back of the fucked up minds of the killer set on murder of ghetto residents in commission housing blocks mothet wept upon the memories of her son.. taken my Hooks and punch lines metaphors analyser appointed into criticism to the nearest subwoofer pumping boosted bass underlying the treble thru the bouncing whistle of atomic announcements within speakers rebounded behind rivers of teenage ravers higher than space crafts blasted jet fire further with fury pasted by the gravity gates to rapturous scriptures only to be capturing the presence of innovation i think it's interesting how many adults begin to consult a shrink 2 think through what they got themselves into and try to take control of that, before you realise only to reveal that justice is hard to get served with skill but even then, that you've sold your very soul now to devil for money bills or assets you didnt require in the first place but had a void to fill.. then after a while, it's lost its appeal the clockwork of smoltering ash and burning Coles turn our hands to rip rotten flesh savagely from the sockets to tik tok past the lockets of heart felt frivy thriving from misery and burn like digits that be hard to spot behind shadows just projected by another reflection upon the deadline fixture. throwing every hour of the hands power beholding the clock faces faultering from dust and dirt but with force its spent, although music managed to make profit because the basic payment plan options fell through now hope they don't foreclose upon this property with notice warrented and with the bulldozer awaiting us