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Bluelighter
Percolate
Mouthful of desire, oddly familiar place
What a face, noticed from afar
Stolen spot, digging on beats
Drifting on a coffee buzz, confronted
With what is deemed by me as beauty
Pleasantly abrasive connotation to her speech
Playfully short interlude, nothing more is said
Except knowing glances, telling more than words
Complex vibe algorithms shot to me
Reciprocated to her I try….
Quiet in my awkward awareness
Not exactly sure what to make of it
Slip into the car, and drive on the stars in her eyes
Abstract oceans of inevitability
Ridiculous notions of murderous smiles
Chaotic simplicity of emotions
And I don’t even know what to say
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--you will get the vibe—
I have too many things up on my head
Get them off there; toss them in your fire
I know you love things called words
So I compose this symphonic abstract
To perk up your soul sensory, contract this feeling
Of the wind through your hair, el naturale
Gripping what I scat, like Velcro opposites
I can’t read yet these notions you push
You push those things I dig though
Snug and warm in the annex of enlightenment
New things are good, therefore you
18 plus 18 is 36…of this I am certain
All these in my head…
Bared to you, soul flasher just this once
Peer into me, lose me in your face
Burn me up, ashes of combination
Obtuse composed oxygen cocktail, keep right on
Monotone symphonic just for you
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Abstract equations
Of dark driving MC’s
Nightmarish bass lines
Insanity creeps up my spine
Like first waves of an acid trip
Dislocated my shoulder
I danced so hard tonight
Dehydration came, I cared not
All I felt was my head bobbin
And arms flailing
Methodical tribulation
[ 18 October 2002: Message edited by: E-girl ]
Mouthful of desire, oddly familiar place
What a face, noticed from afar
Stolen spot, digging on beats
Drifting on a coffee buzz, confronted
With what is deemed by me as beauty
Pleasantly abrasive connotation to her speech
Playfully short interlude, nothing more is said
Except knowing glances, telling more than words
Complex vibe algorithms shot to me
Reciprocated to her I try….
Quiet in my awkward awareness
Not exactly sure what to make of it
Slip into the car, and drive on the stars in her eyes
Abstract oceans of inevitability
Ridiculous notions of murderous smiles
Chaotic simplicity of emotions
And I don’t even know what to say
---------
--you will get the vibe—
I have too many things up on my head
Get them off there; toss them in your fire
I know you love things called words
So I compose this symphonic abstract
To perk up your soul sensory, contract this feeling
Of the wind through your hair, el naturale
Gripping what I scat, like Velcro opposites
I can’t read yet these notions you push
You push those things I dig though
Snug and warm in the annex of enlightenment
New things are good, therefore you
18 plus 18 is 36…of this I am certain
All these in my head…
Bared to you, soul flasher just this once
Peer into me, lose me in your face
Burn me up, ashes of combination
Obtuse composed oxygen cocktail, keep right on
Monotone symphonic just for you
----------
Abstract equations
Of dark driving MC’s
Nightmarish bass lines
Insanity creeps up my spine
Like first waves of an acid trip
Dislocated my shoulder
I danced so hard tonight
Dehydration came, I cared not
All I felt was my head bobbin
And arms flailing
Methodical tribulation
[ 18 October 2002: Message edited by: E-girl ]
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