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Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular

Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes

Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding

planning for a future of prosperity

I went from hating everything to enjoying most

and all it took was transferring to another coast

I'm a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts

I brought along a little friend called emotion, he's everything they're not

I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind

then again, I had to figure all this out on my own

I owe this much to myself

This if for the wealth I'll never see but I'll never be alone

I recall never getting this feeling the entire year

and all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares

Unaware of creations held within

I'm crawling through it all to find a place to rest

Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking

Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly

Pass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts

to convey, to jack open closed engines

Complex perplexing questions repeated

Give a canned response yet again

I'd rather roll around in the Paper Patch

Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch

and come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness

I'm trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago

with the slickness of muddy basslines

Why? When I'll have no responsibilities to someone else's cause

I wouldn't mind applause for welding words in a non-existent scheme

Why question anyone else's actions?

Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit

Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined

Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and...uh..



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Here I am, where it ended last time

Starting point ending first just like the frame before

The graininess softens the entire scene

prompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door..

but...uh...I'm dying to stay



Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my
feelings

This is closure for the masses

I love the smell of musty records and I'm sickened by spring break

another reason I developed my own education

Imagine if everyone could be themselves

Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled

'cause I found it quite ironic

Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer's block. Upbeat
requirement

There's an ounce of "I can't stand you" that I keep in reserves:

break the glass in case of emergency

Urgent message: "You've lost the pattern!"

I'm not deaf, I'm ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment

"Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down!

I'm only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn

but I must admit this feels really good

I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying

so I'll continue cradling my pen

I've gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let's ruin that:

"Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect!

It's off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!"

Now that I've dumbed it down

will you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack?

Mine is the one that says "Bad MamaJama."

This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today

by being sent home early and was also sponsored

by newfound inspiration and eagerness

I hope you enjoyed the show...and...uh..



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