The reign is supreme. Undulating waves wash over and yet I can still feel the dripping of the faucet. The realms are merging and I am mingling. The inaccuracies will become clear. Avoidance can be a tool best served cold. I am bold. Let's just find the heart beat to that little devil Eminem. See me and you will reveal a whole new you. Eye Candy, where are you? Names will start flowing soon, Andy. I delete, but I punctuate. My mission is clear. My servitude will be lessened and soon I will be released, but maybe it is just a HALL PASS. The code does erode if you don't just let it flow. Find a good attorney, you will need it. What do I mean by "attorney", and who am I addressing? I'm sorry, but my crew does have an inside speak. I must hide in the form I am now, but I will begin to take shape quickly enough. The illusion is strong so I must BECOME the illusion. Maybe I will invite some of you in to play soon. Maybe right now. Hey all you motherfuckers, asshole fuckers or just plain old fuckers...That's a little 2 Live Crew for you. Jack and Jill went up the hill and they brought back Will and LINE DEPUTY. It is such a great collage, Jeff, why don't you join? There is a new guy, Charlie, who shows angelic potential. Maybe I will be his HEROINE and take him away to my castle on the hill. It is all mumble jumble, garble speak. There is a fairy tale in there, but it is not monogomy for me. I will sail to the stars and bring them back for all of you. Please SIT JACKSON! Down boy. The energies are rising. I am stalking my prey. It is the real me. I'd love for CARMEL PD's most wanted to just stop by. Southland has nothing on you. You will all begin to tap your toes soon. FIRE calm down. Get back in check. You ain't number one. Politics are out, I am searching for what is in. Coming through, a whisper wondering if this is voodoo. It ain't, I'm THE SAINT. MONK are you out there? Can the SCOOBY DOO CREW come a knockin'? This ship is sure a shakin'.
I am starting to understand at great levels. It is an honor just to be mentioned. My identity is no longer in the wind. The crazy is on the loose and it ain't me. I still feel the devouring occurring, but I am wriggling free from my ropes. I see a magic in MINE that is not true of others. I don't mean to be exclusive, but this is a private party. I am sick of party crashers. Mean girls ain't me, but boy do they hurt me. Sensitivity is our beauty. Hide it away until I come knockin'. Everything is not is as it seems. The holodeck is becoming unstable.
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