we wuz rhymin, aye?... hey hey hey hey, that was earlier today... still going, must be inspired this morning... no pains in the neck... no bloats in the way... no distractions to prevent the poetic play... and yet the tv was on earlier... and yet i was aching earlier... and yet everything was so dimly let in the mind earlier... and all i did was let the words flow... all i did was write what i was feeling instead of what i was thinking (writing with the other side of the head, aye?... how clever... and just a little while ago i was so cleverless)...
maybe i wasted my time staying up all night writing rhymes... maybe that's just the point of view one must come to if they are not read, if no one reads them, if the words fall in the forest and are not heard... maybe that's what jackson sees... it is not for me to see myself from outside of myself, at least not too well... i can only imagine the out of body experience so clearly, after all...
what do you think?...
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