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Juke the stats. Jigger the locks. Jack the car. Jank the jewelry. Rig the jury. Jail the Justice. Jam the joys. Gyp the waiters Get the gist
I have a little porch. At the Calico motel. With a honeycomb mattress. Under sunlit blinds. And an old flip clock. That sits mercifully still. A pool of marshmallow below. Makes the slowest cloud speed waves. A reine maîtresse swims within. And Maîtrise drones. Vetting the colony commerce centers. Where light matters. In rainbow golds. Banter about. Like ten tomorrows. Like taste. Perched in quench. An atelier of avenues. Para Gorgeouses. Chronic Inc. Chiseling out the memories. Of eden. Of hell. Of real. Where money means nothing. But 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 it. Means something. Foundries of forged happiness. Glimmers of valse hope. A shape that fates a purpose. The thinnest threads of truth. Throughout it all. The unearthing of the sea. Of life’s taut carbon depths. “it sooner”. “It everywhere”. Sings to me. In tranquil woven streets. Of fragrant moonlit fire. Songs caressed. In signal you
In vision, truth is elastic ~ In bullshit, truth is fun ~~ In fraud, truth is stable ~~~ The market decides the lines between ~ plastic, fable, and won
We were reborn from the ashes and protoplasts. Seared into the sun like licked strawberry suckers french-kissed to superglue wishingpaper. Frothed our milky little viennese ways. Sure as salted caramel, cinnamon carbon sugarcanes. In the calm Atomic African forest. Where we were once. Or twice. That big little bang. Tucked in inner space's embrace
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