% (the way it's different is because it's ME.)

beautiful exception
antlers as huge as the deer
beautiful exception
looking around but it's near
making a connection right now
or not, still one will never succeed

beautiful exception
never know
never be.

hard to define why
but you taste reasons when you bite the skin
hard to define why
but you smell proof when the lights go dim
as to the 'why'
it's hardly ever spoken
in fact, it's never been
as to the 'why'
as much there is no point to sing it loud & clear

too tough, isn't it [?]

hand you a scumbag that is full of cream
hand you a scumbag that is full of sweets
hand you a scumbag that is full of gin
go 'head get drunk & hand me what you see

52x18.

was walking down the hall with a smile on her face,
was throwing stones with the four leaf clovers drowning inside
like bell calppers
the strings been pulled & the chord tuneded up so her double-step echoed
to find out it was just a lie
once upon a july

surrounded by the sounds
she heard & she knew too
but claiming she discovred
simply makes a better tune
clashed with a drum machine
got beaten by the silence
ears plugged with pointing fingers
trying to catch the righteous balance

it's rings when you jam
but it doesn't when you don't
don't try to set it up,
nor make it change
because it won't.

better off muted, really.

ladder jabber tweak.

WHAT KIND OF FOOL THINKS THAT WAY
STUPIDITY'S HERE TO STAY
BITCH YOU'RE A PAWN IN THE PLAY
USED FOR A ROLL IN THE HAY
YOU GET A LAME SEVERANCE PAY
YOU DON'T MEAN SHIT BUT SASHAY
ADJUST & FAKE IN A DAY
BELIEVE THE DROOL THAT THEY SAY:

we're tweakin'.
from nothing, to something,
from a little to much more,
from much more to a lot,
from a lot to the max.
from the max we're stretching our bounds
& if broke then searching the funds.
there's always a way
breathe & wait for the day
we're tweakin'.

IT'S BEEN TEN LINES, 'DAY' USED TWICE
NOW THE THIRD TIME HURTS YOUR EYES
...
WEAKNESS THEY DEEPLY DESPISE
SACKFUL OF PLOTS, AIMS & LIES
DEPLOYED AS ADD-ON DEVICE
MAY ALSO SWALLOW THEIR LICE
NO EXPLANATION & SPIES
YET STILL CONSIDERED A PRICE:

...

WANTED TO KNOW THE REASON WHY I ENVY YOU [?]
SEE ABOVE.

you're tweakin' [?]
from nothing, to something,
from a little to much more,
from much more to a lot,
from a lot to the max [?]
from the max we're stretching your bounds
& if broke then searching the funds [?]
there's always a way
breathe & wait for the day
we're tweakin'.

'F' the toolkit.

nevermind the rod.
i'd rather get a fish [!]

one's born to become a shade thats colours richness consistently chooses whether & when to make itself visible.
one may be given a chance to blend
then one may be given that chance not.
one may be forced to quickly fade
one may stay strong & never rot

one's born to become a painting that's a more or less fortunate attempt of bringing to reality a vision of their mind.
one may have a mind of their own
one may have a mind of their own not
one may be willing to paste the cloned
one may be able to hatch the plot

she was born to become a palette of yellow, red & blue needing both the worlds individals & the(self)mades to keep her from drowning in that black stain of hers.

one may see she could make it all
one may watch & think she could not
one may think if she seems so low
she sure is low & leave it just like that
one may come take advantage of
one may come give her two more slaps
one may come out with a box of love
thus in both ways one can do a lot.

open your eyes
keep them closed if you please
i know you watch
but then do you see [?]
it's in your palms
fingers crossed till they bleed
swines of the skies
ask them now
they know me

out of options, one says, promptly ending the chase.
ceiling caps with the door heading out of this place
coneheads still seek their chance for a plain stable space
then the next thing one hears is 'whatever the case'.
if you knew what it was then you sure too knew why
throw the cartridge blank out & visualise that i'm...
neither a painting bit, nor a color left alone
i'm a variety of such (yet) lonesome to the bone.