🦾📽️🍌🥣 Trippin’ Bigly #7: Why So Cereal, Are You Kidney Stoned? 🦾📽️🍌🥣

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Connect like comets,

got thoughts but won’t comment,

controversial as a result of being honest,

honestly sick of the politics & sick of the nonsense,

actually I’m sick of it all to be honest but still I won’t vomit,

conflicted by the conflicts that’re inflicted on my conscience,

from the constant onslaught of plots that they’ve got that I’m barraged with,

in this enormous orbit that we’re all in it’s ugly & gorgeous I’m nauseous but conscious,

just wishing they’d stop it & I’ve lost my train of thought but haven’t yet lost consciousness,

at,

a house party in The Hamptons,

July 6th. 2018,

last week D.C.,

next week Miami,

bless the vibes like we bless the mics,

that’s why they want us around,

if I get the invite & have the time I might take that flight,

because I’ve been all around but still up to get gown,

buzzing off of a mixture of different chemicals,

feeling Sharon Stoned operating off of basic instinct,

Semi-Quasi-Serious-Centennial-Ameri can-Millennials,

were are what is in so we tell them to get out with their doubts & we dismiss what they think,

live big & still get enough to give more than a little bit away to various charities,

with 3rd Eye Vision that’s 20/20 so they can’t pull a fast one on me,

in the perfect position I see everything while most of them can barely see anything,

not kidding but we do play no kids no way,

our artistic creations are what we will leave behind as our living legacies,

staying grounded at the same time we’re all stars outta this world like a fabulous galaxy,

where we connect like comets,

got thoughts but won’t comment,

controversial as a result of being honest,

honestly sick of the politics & sick of the nonsense,

actually I’m sick of it all to be honest but still I won’t vomit,

conflicted by the conflicts that’re inflicted on my conscience,

from the constant onslaught of plots that they’ve got that I’m barraged with,

in this enormous orbit that we’re all in it’s ugly & gorgeous I’m nauseous but conscious,

just wishing they’d stop it & I’ve lost my train of thought but haven’t yet lost consciousness…

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