the dawn of.....

jumping over the rail in the dark, naked and stark roaming around in the park see saws never saw, but you see what is right in front of you but not whats behind, staying on the hustle but never on the grind, feet are cold in red socks, turn off the light and open the box, dont ever grow old or you will be sold this is the most truthful thing ever said, you might be better off dead, smoother than sandpaper on a another night caper on the hunt for money milk and honey  the chase for paper, oh no you didnt but i guess you may have, its all about what i gave from the cradle to the grave ,yard this is something you crave hard. bitch, craveyard.

the night chills the bones that used to contain movement. its beens several winters since these limbs were used. they were used for undescribable evil. amazing good and everything in between. everything is so serene, obscene and and nothing clean, slates it was too late it was decided by fate. the pursuit of happiness in all its forms and the rags to riches stories that make everyone believe that the “pursuit” is their birthright . like the salmon run everything is vibrating towards universal purpose.

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