Darth Yoda
01-30-2013, 11:38 PM
I’m a egocentric dilemma. In a geometric enigma
90° bazooka philanthrophy. In the betweens of this Bermuda reality.
Still in rhythm, I’ll still peel the edges. My stigma
Is like when windshield wipers…. don’t collide.
That triangular dry spot. Five caliber. Bonafide.
Nine angels. A nice massacre, shylocks.
The Dali Lama. Drawing a dolly :rolleyes: for this sly Salvador, cyclops.
Let me tell you something about Dalí’ Salvador wide-eyed shots,
he just thought of me of every picture and was “oh ..my ..god”
Don’t tell me you regular writers don’t feel the cyan lasers emerge
Weave through fiber of the molecular vaporous surge
Surrender your cute metaphors. Before this Virus metamorphs
Into a type of messenger that infuses right at room temperature
He’s not joking. The type of doctrine that I’m shooting
Is uncommon to all humans.
You’ll get stomped on, while I’m looting
A pair of Doc Martens, Karma Sutra. It’s the double enténdre
I’m Darth, Luke…I’m THE Godfather, you’re all stupid.
Just stop talking. I’ll Hadouken. I’m Mahatmas and Dhalsim with this music
In the Bahamas..filling these mundane war-zones. Villainies untamed, moreso ..
A missile feast of single-streams for these bloodstained wardrobes
Participation in the precipitation is ludicrous.
Thugs Mansion. Gauge cocked
Who the heck loves dancing in these rain drops.
The bloods dancing in the brain glops. It’s human flesh.
I’m off the token. Game over. Try negotiating with this terrorist
Agent Orange. Any motion made when initiating Hiroshima
Is the initial step, and it’s vacant when the treble lifts
Off the Nickle Niña. I’m calm. Puffing cigars is such a cliché
In a month, it’s enough. I’m sick with no Münchausen’s leeway
Even if you were a Hulk mountain with heat rays.
When I hum? You’d get stuck in a dream maze.
90° bazooka philanthrophy. In the betweens of this Bermuda reality.
Still in rhythm, I’ll still peel the edges. My stigma
Is like when windshield wipers…. don’t collide.
That triangular dry spot. Five caliber. Bonafide.
Nine angels. A nice massacre, shylocks.
The Dali Lama. Drawing a dolly :rolleyes: for this sly Salvador, cyclops.
Let me tell you something about Dalí’ Salvador wide-eyed shots,
he just thought of me of every picture and was “oh ..my ..god”
Don’t tell me you regular writers don’t feel the cyan lasers emerge
Weave through fiber of the molecular vaporous surge
Surrender your cute metaphors. Before this Virus metamorphs
Into a type of messenger that infuses right at room temperature
He’s not joking. The type of doctrine that I’m shooting
Is uncommon to all humans.
You’ll get stomped on, while I’m looting
A pair of Doc Martens, Karma Sutra. It’s the double enténdre
I’m Darth, Luke…I’m THE Godfather, you’re all stupid.
Just stop talking. I’ll Hadouken. I’m Mahatmas and Dhalsim with this music
In the Bahamas..filling these mundane war-zones. Villainies untamed, moreso ..
A missile feast of single-streams for these bloodstained wardrobes
Participation in the precipitation is ludicrous.
Thugs Mansion. Gauge cocked
Who the heck loves dancing in these rain drops.
The bloods dancing in the brain glops. It’s human flesh.
I’m off the token. Game over. Try negotiating with this terrorist
Agent Orange. Any motion made when initiating Hiroshima
Is the initial step, and it’s vacant when the treble lifts
Off the Nickle Niña. I’m calm. Puffing cigars is such a cliché
In a month, it’s enough. I’m sick with no Münchausen’s leeway
Even if you were a Hulk mountain with heat rays.
When I hum? You’d get stuck in a dream maze.