I am what I consume, and times consumed divining future, minds' eyes inside ya swoop your shiny jewels then slide to moon to hide ya loot in mayan ruins and find a crew and ride to Jupiter

A slick action a way with words make written patterns from painted verbs that’s scribbled backwards make this verse do trick gymnastics, sounds of tongues from different galaxies and what Ive seen in the out most reaches I can't speak on, entrusted by the ascended masters

I used to be just fine, but I find that soon the time I used is to types a noose I might’ve used up rifling through some trifling useless vibeless news or writing too much lying, two touched crime included rhyming using drugs and shooting up but that’s nothing new

So I flew through the portal, and went to the shores

(I keep on sinking deeper)

Floated endeavoring endless wherevers

Endeavors

(I know they're calling me)

I stopped and hopped atop the totem pole, an obstacle of optical illusion, loss of meaning being human he a huge machine that moving strings of dancing beasts of glass from seas like Alaskan eels

I was speaking through the shamans to Buddha muhammed and judas and Ghandi the usual options when Gods off his rocker and talking to walls cause he lost all his marbles

Hey over here god I think I found one!

I think my minds subdued by violet hues of light that fluid slide into my eyelids view and shine on through build righoutess pools

Huddles swarming of these Nordic runes of orange glue thats hoarding to him forming tool to bore into my soul to use him

My vertebrae turns verdigris when birds is saying words of wisdom, heard he made me blurt and spit my verses first to hear my newest track

Lie cooly back into inaction into my bag, grab good intention, remove my glass pack new adventure, and shoot way past you

Now I'm just riding

So I flew through the portal and went to the shores

(I keep on sinking deeper)

Can I?

Escape constriction, paid prescription, painless pills for pain invented, painted vent on sinternet and anger spit on yellingvision

Synonym for escapism is sitting with your face hidden in images of places you've never been

I'm planning to leave off this planet with ease have a plant that I easily pack in and chief while I'm happily achiving a status of chief from the masters that see that I've grasped what I've needed to pass on my evils and grab all my demons then sit and have tea for half an hour

I won't come back this time

I hear them calling me