Well, who M-I to say, "life is GREAT!" Because things just keep ah-crashing down but no frown is seen upon my face because it's not our place it's our perception; whether to be that down and out or that happy high.

So, I got the motivation to take that bitches bottle of inspiration, SLAM! Goodbye to a gloomy, cloudy day.

I save a life and throw a cigarette away, but the 'smoke puma' is still arising and the reality of both our worlds starts colliding. I begin to see the negativity that rots in the hearts of individuality & things just keep ah-crashing down.

Down to the earth like the 40 demonic doves that blind us with the lustful love that's worth a penny or less, blessing us with sin but shunning us from rest.

The bible speaks of many equations, but we must do the test and honestly, I don't know the formulas that may someday help me to realize....

we are just in a wonder world, hypnotized.

Tantalized by our own civilized mindset distorted from its original silhouette.

Now it is time my child to break wild into your natural, innate being and start seeing things through your cultural eyes.

Take in life's simplicities, put cho' mind @ ease, it's P E A C E.

So please, don't disturb with critical ways, focused on negativity and games played, wake-up and do it again, I'm going insane.

-ThErE's MiLkShAkEs In ThE yArD & MeAtBaLl iS dAnCiNg LiKe HaPpY a ReTaRd.-

But the flavor is sweet, unlike the yang's salty sour stench that makes your jaw clench and teeth grind, pulling you backwards in rewind.

4,3,2,1, Consciousness!

We're back to reality, but M&M doesn't catch the gravity; the meaning behind what we're seeing, believing and being.

the me or you that chooses to smoke the jane or drink the booze, win or loose=loss or gain, it's all the same when were living that 'four-letter-worded' game.

it's created an understatement, it's me. Because I don't necessarily follow what it is you mean.

The nicotine soaked up by my bloodstream, impairing my perception of exactly what you theorize.

Perhaps if we legalize the 70's D.O.C. we could be on the same connectory cables, rebuke all the irrational labels and combine psychiatric sensations in reminiscent conversations or just 'get lost.'

As for today, the jane remains in the holocaust.

Instead we inhale the government stix of exhaust and I loose myself in train of thought.

So I guess you didn't gain the attention sought, because I am a narcissist.

I don't need your sympathy because I am proud and I love being MZ.ME!

In an imaginary world of my very own, stoned inside my mind, playing like a video only in rewind.

Bringing back in time the good ol' times of tequila and limes on a hot summer day.

Just wishin' things didn't change and everything was the same again.

To way back when b-day parties were the neighborhood bash and cash seemed less value than finding a four leaf clover...

Don't cha' just wish we could all start over?