Photographs philosophically sound
under the impression as you get around
deepened ocean, quaking commotion
real lies epitomize weed that your smoking
caught between the cement, are you joking?
you couldn’t survive a day on the streets
heart palpitations off the grid being discrete
charted rights controlling the obsolete
paying for dentures before you lose your teeth
honorable philological being
moving business like it was a figment of your dreams
what I spit is saccharine
even though bodies need to be redeemed
nothing can break the spirit of my team
we leave you out of place like Charlie Sheen
pursuing goals by any means
replacing the root of all evil with new genes
untouchable phenomenal political regime
look at the flash I’ve written as a brief biography
camera shutter needs change like a lobotomy
aperture concise is my kind of photography
I just painted an extraordinary picture. That’s why I remain a sharp shooter like Derek Fisher. He may be retired, but my mind, body, and soul is so old you couldn’t see the flyer. So high on this wordsmith route, that was destined to inspire.
The False Reality Of Martin will be out in stores tomorrow. Watch the sediment of the soil change, and the structure of the clouds form into new meteorological patterns.