WHOOP A LOOP SPUN FROM THE SUN!
FUN FUN FUN!
with enough grains of salt to make anything taste good . . .
. . . after cookin'em up . . .
. . . look up . . .
. . . gullable as fuck! . . .
. . . stuck just as the moon . . . but he pretends he was the first born . . .
listen . . . first gravity . . . then that splash of mryical matter . . .
everythings scattered . . . luckily there was so much fire in the sky . . .
letting the child see . . .
it did the only thing it could do
. . . sort laundry . . .
equality i supose was the only thing in its mind . . .
Ü♫ænd if there is only just one of them, then how could it be equal to anything . . . it would just simply just . . .
. . . b.b.e. . . .
. . . how could one have known . . .
. . . what would be equal to it . . .
. . . all by its lonsome . . .
. . . a comparison was needed . . .
. . . something it could be equal to . . .
. . . so an equivalent was to be created . . .
. . . simple . . .
. . . but the other side of the equals sign wore a differently idential face . . . bound to be born
. . . at the same time . . .
. . . however, the sun interpreted this as an oppertunity to HELP!. . .
obviously (having the gravitational mass to swing, address, compress, and re-stress into an organized mess)
. . . he set out to sort these matters that seemed to have such similarites . . .
. . . she saught forthe the mirror in everything . . .
. . . sculptering delays caught for days in the details . . .
gases . . . liquids . . . solids
. . . matters that dont matter in matter of fact situations unless the fact of the matter is anti - matter . . .
. . . to deside which made the most cents to place abreast .
sure . . . and at the ♫♫♫♫ænd of it all . . ?
the dust . . . the rocks . . ?
right truth . . . what else left to make but asteroids and moons
them staars hafta play marbles with something i spos
. . . but im just a kid . . .
stuck to the grind of it all
8
9 ta 5
whether they happen at
9 ta 5
or
at
6 ta 2
its
still
8
. . . smiling as our rhine is rapidly being grown down on that wheel we walk . . .
. . . nose nearly scraped on the side walk . . .
. . . now i thought a building that highwould have surely done the trick . . . but she dint wanna kiss me just yet . . . so the pavement stayed away . . . yet the enslavement kept us captured . . . ill do it till i die with a smile that cant be pried . . . no lie . . .
umm ... wont let me get one but ... maybe on a different birthday than this
