My thoughts storm out and slam the doors to my mind, too often and too soon. Fresh off a planet with sand dunes and maroon moons. Space jammin to poetic auto-tunes of spoken words. Where the lyrically inclined don't go unheard, speaking each other up with new words from a new language. Thoughts travel deep here, hypothermia deep ocean journey.
It's a caution turning overload, warning warning to the simple minded. My critics try to define it, mountain climb it, and dismount to where my mind is. I'm on a different level. A level pass the Colossus, the final stage bosses didn't compare to their losses. I'm not heartless, just fresh off a planet where my art lives, where thoughts storm out and talk shit.
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