Ye Olde Style Flope Talke

Far off the mind some I got a bit of Numb Numbs caring bout the Dum Dums hit a trifle get some, Afro Pudding gonna get yall shoudn't cause eaten this is foolish even if you could you couldn't.

Drop the face off the Earth then come back Easter Monday, but can't cause it's over gonna wait till bloody Sunday. Tear a dactyl into tissues gonna get loose like a sandwich, lost my loose shoes where's the roof dude, did you see that, there's a rude dude with aloof mood.

Jumping ships now gonna rock till all the almonds have gone up hill, gravity like a solid liquid, irresponsible gonna win big.Call me Jack Pot Alle Mundo, that's my title, this right here is my digital recital.

California is the place where, space and time tilt, am I boring ya? Goody two shoes, have the right stuff, gonna get big if I write tough.Gonna listen to, the sights surrounding, whilst my heart is, gently pounding.

In my ribcage will there be sauce? I don't know if, ask the big boss. If he says no, then come drink some, even if we have to think umm...

Im esscited yes I essed it, would you preferred if I F'ed it? I don't think so, me thinks no hard. Algebra zebra quadricorn leopard, where you gonna run if the stripes get severed? Where you gonna hide if those horns become levered, into your eye socket, wrench it and pocket the contents in events the inventory fires off like a rocket.

Rock and roll ramen bowl rippling from the sound that extorts the air around as they tear through all but ground. Jurassic  black magic capturing static with a net chair you put there to have right at it. Shaking the maracas as you dance the cha churroni, riding on the back of a tijuana pony.

Heading through the hills as the static crackles on when you whistle while you skip  you'll find it difficult to yawn. Try to tear the tires from the loathsome apparatus wrapped around your brain whilst watching  moving pictures updating constantly your status.

Irriversable Riddle

Paraphrased the message that I'm toting with a phalanx of multitudinal irresponsibility so monstrous that I panic, when I smell the roses thinking that the scent is ever looming when realizing it's just my thoughts that are the drums I can hear booming. It's my heart that I do follow when I'm walking the straight line, it's my mind that throws me off course like a field laden with land mines. Blowing up the situation proportionally outta whack, giving me ideas without taking any flack. Paraphrased is the message hope you're getting what I say, I may not have time tomorrow so I'm telling you today.

When the time is right ready read on my squamish thoughts everything I have I own, nothing I have I haven't bought. Materialistic I think not, disposition is a curfew putting limits on things left without a purse to hold any personal pursuit. Curses is the thought that thunders through the thicket with a thrust. Leaving no room for the thirsty to be parched from all the dust. Building and destroying are the ideologies ingrained in the back of our minds, intercepted by ours brains. I just want to build a castle whilst destroying all the grass in the plot of land I need to take a hassle off the past.

Cryptozoic I have hidden, yet in plain sight I am just kidden, underneath a where is waldo's where you'll find the place I'm sitting. Look around, open your eyes, I'm over clothed with no disguise, you'll never see me cause I'm nothing that you're needing to realize. Exploration is ubiquitous since the day your breathing did increase. Contemplation is thing that makes you think your thought has ceased, yet it keeps you on your toes, if that is to say the least, if you eat an entire pizza can it be considered a feast?

A taste of my lacquer inlaid with some lipsmackers make your lips and tongue swell up like your  face is a disaster. Wanna pull up in a limo made from lemon peels and cheese, so I can crumple up the
whole thing when I'm angered like the sea, the emotions like a volatile wave of iridescence within or without the whole thing can repress or reflect impressions. As ducks waddle away, oblivious to the world, would we be a better peoples if we live just like the squirrels? Could we be a letter steeper if our tongues wouldn't curl?

What exactly is the message that I portray in this thought? I don't think its about life, or things that can be bought, I don't think it has to do with dust or curses or brains. I do think it's lacquered with slippery claims. What is it you take when you finish the read, could it be that I'm squamish, contemplate that indeed.   

On My Mind

A life in seclusion is better than living in an illusion, the only difference between the two is the face you know is the conclusion of many days spent alone versus reflections of a phone-nay what else is there about it left that I can say;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

I'm gonna stray because that topic I dropped is over and flopped, away I am going, next subject is friends that I'll stop, like to extend a warm welcome to those who stuck around and not those who pretend not to be found. Offensive, is the word I call a liar who compulsively destroys the bridge that we've both built with a verbal spray of fire; Dragons, are the sum of all those who are the ones who have enlisted, evangelistic nincompoops who get the story twisted. That there about sums up that subject in paraphrased detail, moving onto the next one, sliding along just like a snail;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

Futures, outlook endeavors on all our lives, the one we want we cannot get some, whereas the one we get we hide from. I for one never pictured this, I'm sure that's most of us anyway, unless you grew up in a money pool then the story might not be there to say. It's frustrating waiting with constant dictating the things that you want from the needs that you be hating, siphoning the dollars away eradication the ability to save a million clams or bones whilst creating hostility. Blam this is getting bland, so ADD come to me, with my power to think a billion things for you to all to read and see, next subject is the present;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

Presently I am depicted as a social outcast, at last a vagabond, hermetically I've sealed myself inside a doubtless bubble of which continuity spirals out of control my thoughts should be going viral, hit after hit, tired of spit landing on my face just because you feel the need to talk loudly and with a such vocation that none other can be heard in the endless sea of spew that erupts from your every which orifice especially the ones of your face, which I cannot look at anymore. Hows that for a run on sentence? Better yet the pretense, precursor to individuality can be summed up as a hidden duality of narcissistic inability to recognize reality for what it is, or what its worth. Time is up; next subject,  Money;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

So they say... Yes I'm going there, yesterday is actually today, which is also coincidentally tomorrow, which hasn't happened yet, there's not time there to borrow. Money on the other hand is actually infinite, yet finite as it is the definitive is contingent. Especially a special case can be made for the dollar, the thing that everyone wants, yet holds us back like a shock collar. Got it, want it, need it, find it, lost it, mind it, everywhere you go you need a buck just to get by, forget the days of yonder when beans could reach into the sky. Now you need a million dollars just to be the lowest of the rich, but a billion gets you further, less than that and youse a beech. I could go on for hours, but I dare not delay. I care not for elongations, moving on, and yet moving away;

"These thoughts... are on my mind...don't really care... but then I find... the only way... to let them out...forget about... them is to rhyme"

A Bit About Me

And now presenting... The amazing " AhCapella Swami"

I...am...A...Mazing, but... you don't know whether or not to accept it, It's eclectic...

Yeah I be juggling life like you been juggling balls, Don't need a second opinion, been making masterful calls. I be a learning new skills while you been set in your ways, and still you ain't learned a damn thing the last couple of days.

But that's not why I am here, I wish to brag about me, I didn't come to talk shiz but it's apparent to see, the self absorbance expressed whilst here confessing my brain, has got me all in a huff, and so I'll stick to the game.

I come to bounce off the words, my propitiation excised, I'm here to levy my thoughts into a whimsical splice, there is a science to life, but not a science to me, study all that you want, because you ain't gonna see, what it is that you think, you stop and stare but this drink, has got the flare that is linked to super fluid-itee.

I...am...A...Mazing, but... you don't know whether or not to accept it, It's eclectic...

So as I juggle with ease all that is my crazy me's, I wish to tell you what's up, so that you don't ask as you see. It's observation and yet, still haven't managed to get, the looking piece that I seek, so all yall freaks and the geeks, come and listen I'll speak, this game has only begun, I'm nowhere nearing my peak.

I...am...A...Mazing, but... you don't know whether or not to accept it, It's eclectic...