Wednesday, September 05, 2007

My floor

Right now I'm racing rapid, abstract mind designed by acid
It's kind, but rarely placid, I thrash it
Passionate proactive not passive.
Let's make this massive, jack it up and smash it.
Lashings of loquacious equations lasso the masses.
Massaging the molasses to vapid conscious nonsense that catches.
I want to quanitfy the stashes my massif has turned to ashes
And gases and assets, assess the mess their's gaps and lapses
Not drastic. No longer linger long on perhaps
Remap the project
And dash off odd logic in batches.

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