Just Like The Body That Is Currently Breathing You An Existing Consciousness; Everything Connects Like The Definition Of Connect.
It’s just trippy to me,
How everything in life and out is kinda the same,
We’re living on delay,
we’re living on delay,
we’re living on delay,
we’re living on delay,
Ringing round in circles jolly to bake, Jelly-filled doughnuts rousing the taste of the taste that lives inside a lost reality you get to taste.
Lingeringly plumpin’ around the days we think it makes,
We’re the ones that age but our souls remain the same,
Waking up in bodies that breath back to sleep and fall awake; again, ;
Your Soul be coastin’ lands boxed made inner outer (space) shapes form figures of your face, shapes form figures of your glamorous gaze;
Slap that ass bitch you deserve an accolade,
Slap that ass bitch you deserve an accolade;
While I pay tribute to your beautiful face you’re so desirably splendid it’s the perfect sort of array;
And give me all the praise as I pay tribute to your beautiful artifactual claim, That heart was made by God Like man was made the same by man made man made and man,
Like clock was made man made was made thy same;
First God gave you a hand then his became the same place mine, yours came outa no where,
People poppin’ outa places, popping outa places.
Poppin’ outa place, popping’ outa places.
Heard one say “it’s all a game”, In livin’ for fun their ain’t no shame;
“Shit,it’s the people that live for themselves who are the ones whom you have to blame; greed is the evil, let to those fall off of your space along with the hate and the everything else that is and falls around the same patch of hurt that kills, casts and calls itself ashamed.” - Author In-n’-outa delay, quotations mark the space out-n’-in: side your head, what did I connect? What did I connect? No. What can we connect, on delay, on delay or not yet per say what can we connect forevermore today, it’s all around the sway that you feel when your so gay the peels of your heart just parade about the time that don’t portray the swings we play to and connect to ty to connect and play to the game to win the game and make the game of games game Joy. Love. Euphoria. In the end.
WE WERE LITERALLY CREATED TO WIN.
WE WERE MADE TO WIN. LETS WIN LIKE NOW THE ONLY THING THAT EVER EXISTS AND IS, THE NOW. RIGHT NOW MAKES FOREVER FOREVER MAKES NOW.
CONNECT, CONNECT, CONNECT THROUGH CONNECTION TO CONNECT BY CONNECTING THROUGH CONNECT.
CONNECT IT - it ALL for JOY for LOVE For YOU For US, WE, WE ONLY WE can WIN and WIN and WIN (infinity exists for a reason). WE can and WILL WIN.
Connect. Connect. Connect it. #Connecting