2Square

From this day forward may we live on in infamy.. The music in my ears is a beautiful symphony... these words find new meaning... working on "this" definition can be exhausting...maybe I've been reading in to deep myself...I'm sure Webster could give me a word.. or "she" could....But who wants to cheat? Cheaters never win...cheating games.. cheating odds.. These bikes are tricked out.. Still the fucking brakes don't work...  the notes move on...as do the posts... as do the days and years..Weaving down the road...Erratically... Black silhouettes jumping curbs.... "Please update this wall"...too much time spent painting a town red...red books....red pumps.... The red shoe diaries...some red horns... complete with A little red devil on the shoulder... A subtle change....be careful these dreams form reality.. A reality life. In the real world....but what happens when you  "keep it real?" Do people really care to hear? Or hope? Or dream? What the Fuck is reality anyways? Not the "tv".. Not "the" reality.. But The reality of the situation is?.....can you generate some hits? Nothing near the mainstream... Just a reflection in a mirror.. But mirrors break.. Images too..some images can't be true...this can't be you...someone pinch me quick.. My dear... This can't be you...if this is my last breath of life let it be the truest...to myself... To you... Free words can still hold value...maybe a hint of nutrition....brain food? yum yum....fucking eat it up... Food for thought... let this food settle.... And as the freedom from hunger rings.. one ring...2 rings....next thing you know it's a 3 ring circus..some Barnum and Bailey type of shit.... Now your lost in the circle...going around.. And round... Still the reality is?... Your still not whole... 2 parts in a big puzzle... We all know picking up the pieces can be a little puzzling.. Ecpecially when your busy looking at the ground..following the imaginary line... between right wrong../jv