It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.
You weaken my knees like scoliosis Your love, it's the most ferocious, when I spy in your third eye It's extremely high voltage, That's why I need sunglasses, Cause when I glance at the chance that I might blast all over your ...... Your smile transmitted through my skull integrated in flow calculated in nano I use these skills when I need to rhyme, I plead for your heart when I proceed through time, I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles Cause that beauty squeezes a reduction of cells and molecules, It's like knowledge and juice, Now swallow this steak, you have no excuse I'll caress your head, bite your lip, Then telepathically deliver love verses with no postage Because our love baby.. Its high voltage
I just got Xavier renegade angel on DVD and I. AM. STOKED. so stoked in fact.. You see in my short time watching the chopped and scattered clips of the show on Adult Swim, Xavier has become like my spirit animal, my psycho-spirtual/etheric plane walking shaman wizard, to be exact. He's flipped more lids than a monkey in a soup kitchen of the mind and now I got his brain bending outrageous contagious set of pixagramed stage hands doing an autopsy to my tought'stacy on DVD, its so devilish, it's clevelish! You nappa, you get slapped-ah!
Needless to say, Xavier and I are a conundrummers in a band called "Life Puzzler" and our only song is about pouring your brain juice into that metaphysical thought blender called LIFE-
