bury your fears, drown your insecurities. kill your heroes and set fire to your politicians. watch the world burn – see the crimson skies. smell the wood scorch and feel the smoke grab hold of your lungs.
bury. burberry. versace, gucci, designer brands, create songs and design a dance. the stream of consciousness? i’ll try to abolish it. those beneath me, why even acknowledge it? i’m damaging perceptions and […]
i’m feeling upper – more up. chipper, dandy even. i can’t do anything other than speak frankly, steven. a poet on the loose, a rebel stuck in thoughts blessed with the type of talent that can never be bought. […]
i eat uppers for supper while i wear nut huggers. i only roll with sucker punchers, upper cutters. no time for other suckers like south park’s butters or bull shittin, block huggin’, funky soul brothers. that […]
Upper.. again? i already wrote about upper. awesome. silly, sly, fresh, cool, clean. Outkast, i’m a big boy. big wheels, looking for big toys. One of these days i’ll be making sonic booms – big noise. I’m […]