OoOoOoOo *beep beep boop boom* home in the reservoir noir.
A caricature full of hidden messages and televised bars.
Took electrically charged cars
To cartoon type superstars
Lit like dimly lit cigars
Hitting punch lines
Seeing a bunch of dancing var stars.
Thinking with the same hand that writes
Precipitating up the arms, to the tongue, to the mic,
Like a blood vessel rushing to my head and my eyes.
Brain trying to balance
Thin line between the moon and the chalice.
Abracadabra, thine mind like mine makes moves
With a hand like electrolysis telekinetically bending spoon.
Turning movements
In lifetime to psychedelic moments
Shriveled into a small piece of paper written across this computer type screen
Screaming memories as they flash as a vision of past things.

I'm a giant midget playing limbo with a rainbow
Cornering every single corner like his membrane tho.
Born in the night like the Lord in the light worth more than a life
With a knife for a sword that he use when he types
As he writes the most proliferated advice
To fill your mind with delight.
Sit upright as I wish you goodnight tonight
Despite the sight which might trigger when in fight or flight.

*Beep beep boop boop* I do not compute
The amorphous miasmic toons that informatively transmute.
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