spasm in your heart. sit in a box staring at the this side up upside down and think about all the crap you have done. You aren't allowed to touch anything in the name of rock. You sit standing and slide sitting. You think your cool? Stop! your plagiarized life is going no where. your filmed according life to try to impress is slowly falling away. You cant go and make a new thing. creation is bad. fold up your note book and tear it... now stop. thats way to inspiring. hemp straps wrap along the geometric figures of life. the seed is born to see the world from inside a box. the sun creeps into a crack only to liquidate its rays onto the floor under the dinning room table. lips against the window. Don't do this. We were not meant to rock we are sheltered pieces in a sketched out game created by the faded figure in the holes in the sky above. brothers and sisters on an electronical system streaming the Gs as if the F# is the only way to a diminished future. life is lame juice boxes getting holes from over expansion in the freezer. the cubes of lemonade in cucumber water to quench your distasteful thirst.
Basically these reasons of why not to rock are rules meant for you to break and the other stuff is mind flowing thoughts while listening to my tunes of sensation.
Thank you
-Summit Endori for LIFE
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