8-2317
Prog metal today
Pulling off something adventurous
In the two tiers of bunks
Marijuana smells as the skunks
But the drugs they have me on will suffice
Alongside singly our superb submission
And buzz of expostulation
As rulers know not wither I go
And sometimes God says no
Resplendent and bestarred many new men have come
Sabbath, a purpose for self-replenishing
Crawling into my glass prison to be set free
As shackles are loosed in the north of Nisan
We can almost taste it
Should such a man as I flee
Or do I just be me?
Struggling Against Masterful Forces
8-23-17
Not a pile more
Go to the devil first
And then reach the heights of heaven
It works that way
And it works for me
And the courage to change
All the things that I can
Swaying amongst corded boxes
Greeting by the way sly and cunning foxes
Struggling against masterful tones of tipsy seamen
I likewise exact of the money to burn
O, bring a good citrenella lamp and set up camp
As rocks are swept
I had well slept
Did you bring an extra match
As calculated and no more hated...
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