#lockrates

new stories written, font’s don't differenciate, she asked last night, upon responce he hesitate, move away, get away, getting lost, getting lost, lock’s lost aloft, not a soul to come acorss, mausoleums seen, shadows of a lunar eclipse, the feel, the pull, the current, what’s ta come of this? she spoke like a nightmare, wore daydream’s attire, linguistics to extinguish, vivid visions of fire, from here, from flesh, words burn within his chest, the only thing that seems to thrive, never will it rest, from high up to dead, from obsessed to forgotten, wondering tha land though the flesh is rotten, reanimation, pushing away out of this grave, like disease or plague, never quarantined or saved, but move past her,  moving out to pasture, clearing, feeling expendable, splatter memories upon tha ceiling,

Shoot first. These artist always draw in time. Don't need tricks when you got a Jedi mind

Was lost in it all, through the skies I fell. Keep up all the motion as I pass through Hell. Left foot clutch, eight hand shift, never lift. They starin' at the turn, I look ahead of it. Never seen shit this too tentative, we can go for it all, if you wanna settle it.

Ain’t in they forte. Never mistaken for us. Demand gone up, in the pilot’s chair, sunk. Now we jus’ cuttin’ up, terminal velocity will never be enough.

from east or west of tha north american continent, compass never dropping it, advance to prominence

watch tha master work, i’ve yet to stretch canvas, put ‘em inna a box & that’s exactly what you stand in, movin’ basecamp to the cut, movin’ up to tha loft, misconceptions about life, to the wind they gettin' tossed