Return to where we were locked all along. That's the name of a new song, wizatch as I bring it on...Funereal fathers send them in, the thoughts of fear of worry, and grim diciples we choose to be, suffering madness like the pharoahsee; walking with the devil locked in our heads, our brain compares us to the dead. Facing evil sins with cursory courage and then we open our eyes to fade and then the world's been turned inside again. The name of this you guess it's depression, the enemy's best henchmen henchwoman no freedom for all, because one day you'll slip into the stone, feeling tired and alone, sick and stoned, weary from harm repetitious to normal, to heal and be free seems impossible and informal. Your suit is scarred, your brain is numb, the train goes by, you feel steeped in some radioactive fluid that abolishes your good feelings, yet you wait for the wind, to blow by with breezes and scents you remember to give you back your ember, knowing that truth be need, death be greed. So set sail on your ship of iron, if bouyed by love, it'll fly higher than any other ship, even one of paper, you'll escape the rape of your mind by realizing time and innocence are the way to live.
Unknown "Vivacious" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 16 days ago

Unless, if only, and when don't come together for you to spend.
Sly skipping, doobie tripping, hard prayer luck day for grace to shine on you?
Why can't we riddle ourselves the simple honest truth all the time?
Skip snick suhwickin' fingertrippin' whoa.
Unknown "Vivacious" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago

BEST TIME FOR A FIRST KISS: right when you feel the right time...So let me discuss the mind and its ways to change and I find that some days you walk tall, some you crawl small, and when you are looked at you are a nothing but what you can't seem to be you see pockmarks they see glory, you see destruction they see worry, you see greatness they look away, it's a fact that we all feed on each other, we rebound, compound, surround, but what makes us profound? Deep dark canals run us into a rut, a big rut, a rut so big we never even see it, but believe it, you live the same life again and again. I found out why I have morals, ethics if you please, so I don't drown in shit seas, but I still fall to my knees, succeptible to recepticles that house human greed; succeptible to chemicals, infatuated with need; the mind to see. Oh that conjurer of thoughts is not necessary to me, I perform my best when my mind is free. Ok then, son, you walk away with your mind buzzing like a bee: oh man, does she like me? Are my clothes ok, teeth white enough? Did she see the way I looked at her bust? Is she the right one for me? I don't know if true love is what I see... So stop it right there, the mind is a fool, and if you give yourself to it, become its tool, you'll blow with the wind, you'll never stay pinned. To yourself you must trust, that you are nothing to this earth but a speck of dust, and devoting yourself, taking the path, of successful life without vengeful wrath, to choose to understand instead of raising your hand, these are what you need, to continue to stand as the years roll by.
Unknown "Vivacious" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 23 days ago

When you leave the tree to start your free parental C, remember god gave thee two eyes to see the other trees of those who are and aren't quite so free. So turn arizound the ground and pound out a round kind of noise, one here to rock the boys and another on top to pop the rock ona toa thea ladies who need the noise, whether strawberry raspberry or joe perry, harry never leaves sally to roll on her own two legs, cause crossing the street can defeat even those who aren't weak but alive can be broken, smoked by the lightning of life, don't be affronted, cause it'll rain on you till you can stand, quiet your brain till you can't keep a strand of thought in those bitter boughs, you're being lived, you're learning ropes; for that you should be thankful, not your smelly new dope, or soap, or fresh new test score; time brings those things, when you're young like me though it's never so simple unless you've been broken and able to rebuild your temporary temple.
Unknown "Vivacious" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 24 days ago

Pheremine trip zine burger downwind pool in the 'crete, way up the street bout a click from the two click mark in the room on the floor. Lady lluck smiles on the poor child that is right beside me, leaving me to my own devices divided. I've sided, that no more one will ever before there they've left my brain, floating like insane propane divising a way to rain pain throughout the world of men and women respect the respectable. Dominate the inferior who are none but the dominators who dominate themselves forever. Slack is wack when trying to pack a rack of munitions for the ones who are dying for our provision, I have a vision metaphor for lore been told already, snackin on a mouthful of bullshit spaghetti, don't up and choke, you need rote. Learning that is, learn from the burn on your hand when you tried to get at the pic a nic basket of honest straight up elastic fantastic truth. Go and a herd a youra selfa to the dark part of the courtyard where you can get hard or stew smart in your work cart, your so smart, girl you've left my head scarred. Burn Unit on the Ski flume and I'm sticka sticka sticka stickin it to may a may man who runs and jumps to be on the caravan of blustery children understanding the nothing of the no ones of the no where but where they came from, getting yogi bear to smack and crack occasionally devour their stacks, kicking them in the jack, while snow and bullets fall on their thirsty heads While I write this dope flow so you know punks may take another look, so peace out on the quite route to your home.
Unknown "Vivacious" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 26 days ago