The ideas In 12
Pockets and a street
Dabbing a small cylinder
Powder for the future
What do you have in the nothing state
Of nothing
A finer section with delicacy
Cool bird language with rhythm
Not their vibes
A new way to say the words
Mixing up the rambling mind
Which days of the weeks
Time not time
Month minus the year
No longer suffocated by the ideas in 12
Wall deleted
Erasing fake holidays
They too hold us down
Its an open place
Cover the clocks
After the bombs are set
Flipping in a tide
Cool dips
Narratives not thought of yet
Keep thinking
Bend differently in the era of you
Don’t need’m nor want’m
Octagon shoes
Take the token
Spend it on invisible food
Say whatever you want
Believe in the frog leading the show
I don’t care anymore
As the other me makes sure the house isn’t on fire
Ice makes mice with dice rolled with lice
Blah
Gambling while feet dangle
Sharks and alligators
In a bay
Playing cards
What is left of this place to deliver
I’ve heard your language
And laid in your grass
Climbed your mountains
And inhaled your air
Created the somethings from nothings
Less dark with the window open
Pink doors
Cheek kisses
Yarrow in the breeze
Wishes now
Wishes 100 years ago
Make one be a million
Do the yah yah
Be the odd duck alone to pick the last flower
That train is loud but I’m learning to live with it
Like a barking dog
Flea bites
Mystery food without preservative to keep us eating American
Politics are dead
Fame is an algorithm
My bed is on the roof
Sleeping on the edge
Zoo Zoo
Hazy Acres 
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