Nothing's ever the same be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans...

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Existence is blessed with a curse


BEATMIX YOUR SOUL 'TILL YOU'RE CROSS AND FADED,
MASTER THE BREAKDOWN TO FEEL LESS JADED,
PLAY IT ALL BACK WHILE LOOKING AHEAD,
WITH VOODOO GROOVES THAT WILL RAISE THE DEAD,
SO YOU SPIN THE TUNE BACKWARDS TO HEAR WHAT WAS SAID...
SEKADIAN RHYTHMS GO INTO REVERSE AS LIND EXISTENCE
IS BLESSED WITH A CURSE,
ALL CHAKRAS ALIGN AS I SPIT THIS VERSE,
PSUEDO SINEW SPASMS SEND YOUR SPINE INTO JERKS,
ARBITRATORS OF AMPLITUDE,
DISTORTERS OF THE RECTITUDE,
RE RECORD YOUR ATTITUDE,
THEN PLAY BACK IN ANALOGUE TO KEEP IT CRUDE.


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