analog

on my own two legs i go analog
dancing on the ceiling never stop
going sharp set til i reach the top
mont blanc moleskine mont blanc black ink black skin
i trust in everything i been scribbling
i been trying to catch my breath
but the air so thin
all of these eyes
i need my privacy
but we did snowden
dirty oh well im 30
been a little kid now i wanna go in
i do i dont i dont know what i want
notified but i wont correspond
speech bubble and a sign of a fone
its why im up here leave me alone
imma go tell it to the mountain
keep that fifth chakra open
quit smoking no toking
heres hoping synapses growing
and mending making connections
and send it to solar plexus
progress unchecked it wrecks us
greedy for the next checkpoint
king louie want the flower
he devour anybody with the power
just to make that point
he tear down the whole damn joint
im going whats the point

open for business

here we are again
& we're still not dead
not that i been trying
its just the viniagrette on the salad
if u overdid it on the citrus
sizzles a bit on the palate
& i lost the taste for lemonade anyway
anyhow
i gotta be 
i mean 
i wanna be responsible for the big-piece-of-chick-en
i wanna know who yr mum is
&
i wanna know who yr dad is
& 
i wanna know where u was educated
u  
big-piece-of-chick-en
but so much of what happens happens without me
& i hate the footballfans that leavebeforethefinalwhistle
catch the last train )!(
like you got something better to do than this 0-0 draw
the early bird catches the tongue
gala bu bu ouga bu boom ta
& the pastor 
(praise be to jesus!)
he got sweat patches
so all bodily functions are fair game
so i farted front row no shame
fast forward four years
damn it still smells in here
im still here
still not dead
the very opposite of dead
im undead
in a sparkasse
signing my signature more times than in ever
{formula one}
the devil wears nylon
&
the devils got bum fluff 
&
the devils bleeding secretly
amen! i said
leave the devil alone
the devils been helpful
i got numbers now
&
i got chronicles now
im going online
&
im online
&
im open for business

royale with eeeze

is it quid pro quo implicit
if it is 
i gotta itch 
it needs a scratch 
i got your back 
dollar bill? allow that 
a king with a crown dont wear paper hat 
u cant pay for that 
satisfaction that im mining 
bling bling bling more than gold 
triple 6 the suitcase 
feast ur eyes on my soul 
samuel l ezequiel 25:17 
we all get hella angry man know how it feels 
path of the righteous man dont know if it is? 
but imma walk this way aerosmith
imma talk this way 
wavy all day
make myself feel all types of way 
lately i wanna touch everything 
i find them lines + them vibes dem so interesting 
so what u interested in? 
objectification 
aint my operation 
so why r u hating? 
hate 
if thats the flipside to love 
the game was twisted from the start 
we got a joker for a god

the malaise

what may look good today
maybe wont look good tomorrow
glucose syrup suck it up
feast on ones and zeroes
we can be heroes
what are you gonna do with that info
saturated belly fat full on facts and full of facts
the fact is i dont know what the fact is
i practiced these motions
big man dont do emotions
i need solutions
you could get that lipstick
on my dick quick
thats that business
& i still feel the weirdest
shall i go goatee
or rock a full beard
narcissus died in front of the mirror
& im still here
& i still dont care
a dirty mouth cant talk clean things
i didnt brush my teeth today
spit poison up in the atmosphere
i aint got a thing to fear
the act is not insincere
breathe in breathe out my nigga perservere
despite all my rage
i am still just a rat on a wheel inside a cage

lost belongings
i dont know whats wrong with me
honestly my head is not screwed on
being human is biting off more than you can chew on
go occams razor take it route one
philosophically play the game get my camus on
i am a strange one
or so i think
solipsistically i all do the same damn thing
no-one dont say nothing
first one to blink will die
cast the die
look them snake eyes in the eye
i cant lose
its impossible i will not do it
alls fair in the art of war
true peace niggas lets do this
i wanna get so high so vertigo
aint enough space for my face & my ego
or my superego
my alter ego has been president
i resent what passes for intelligence
its common sense
oh well
despite all my rage
i am still just a rat on a wheel inside a cage

eeeezy

from fingernail to fully grown
i done lent the moon my halo
still a good boy least i try to be
is it something i just say so
day glo at daytime
sometimes unconventional
mostly unintentional
guy debord situational
all this so hyper real
empathic i know how u feel
do damage when i grab the wheel
jump back on the fix to a track stand still
im still here
micro cosmic orbit clear
ready for take off
i never did landings
so grateful for roots where im standing
never go hungry in a famine
head in the clouds but im plugged in
pecs on show imma buff ting
allow dat dont smoke buff ting
nowadays when i sleep imma dream
outrageous self esteem
imma read imma read imma read
hands on my balls then i breathe
its so eeezy
cocoa butter
better rub it in
never greaszy
i know u feel me

whats that on your whatsapp
my dick pic artistic
i give u the business
& wife up your missus
only if she want me to
i dont do nothing u dont want me to
aint no bro like a loser dude
hey there mami what u wanna do

four years old in a old man body
ice cream breakfast anybody stop me?
bench press mountains aint nobody spot me
u really are not me
i do not exist
its only a lease
inside of this body
go fuck the police
i cant be ur god if u do not believe
believe me
every second alive
youre one second closer to death
i see panoramas
so i never get stressed
bigger picture thinking
nigga pay attention
u do it to urself
its why im condescending
go take your disbelief
& put it in suspension
im giving u ur life
this is your redemption

saturn2

madagascan monkeys
posing 
selfies with iphones

greek or roman pose?
i dont know - maybe roman
but i got the right angle 
              right here

perpendicular hand to the arm
periscope to the head
GOOD MORNING
memory: meditating on romanescu broccoli
back then
but this is now

now for sweet treat

lemon curd + 
saturns rings

whirling rewind 
saturns rings

when whisking i forgot
saturns rings @ 33

beat in the clams casino
chk/chk/chchopped & screwwwwed
but bang in business
back offffa boil
the double helix
the beat yo ass
    beat dem eggs remix

thicker 
more lecker 
remember?
to the CCTV u see? see?

memory: crouchtouchengage

what? 
i forgot
forgot? forget what?
i forget its getting better son

a perfectly random combination of ones +1
romeo almost done

             done.

karmic yoga

ass naked i

in the temple

doing the downward dog

for the dancing shiva

.

tim farted

not quite in my face 

but definitely in my general direction

.

still doing the dog

i
farted right back at him

at tim

every action tim
every action